Shall I trim your hair into something less like cro-magnon, man?

Affiliated with Citta. Cittazen, apartment f-2

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octocracy:

@vampyrfantasy, @clipeusregis, @chariotwreck

“Oh, what? I didn’t get told anything about roommates.”

"Euh? I'm surprised nobody told you! I'm surprised to see another living being here honestly. Always thought that roommates were a myth here."

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wildberryoras:

     JOTARO gets too tangled up in his inner turmoil to know how to begin to help others when the adrenaline of the fight isn’t involved. He thinks he’ll do the wrong thing and opts to do nothing at all instead, making him seem uncaring. He lets it feed his tough guy image.

With Jotaro not around, Star Platinum hasn’t really thought about it, but he hasn’t been restrained by his User’s baggage. He’s free to be sprawled out on a bathroom floor with his mess of a friend, unzipping the back of his dress for him since Silver Chariot couldn’t manage.

⦑ We can burn it. ⦒

One thing he still shares with Jotaro is being terrible with words. This time he caught himself with a brief grimace.

⦑ Or rework it into something you can wear clubbing. Whatever. ⦒

He suggests, scooping Polnareff up into his arms again and having to think hard about not throwing him onto the bed like luggage. Carefully, down onto the pillows, so now he can peel the gown off him and drape it over the back of a chair.

*:・ﾟ☆

“I don’t want to burn it.... spent good money on it...”

There’s little to no resistance once he’s down on the bed. Something he could always count on was how comfortable pillows actually was. The dress was now the last thing on his mind, eyelids growing heavy as his friend helped him out. Thank god for Star Platinum.

“Maybe... maybe rework it, I don’t know... it’s too soon to decide. I think. I don’t know.”

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satchmosoloist:

Big Band’s already gotten more than a few questions and comments on his looks. It’s only natural; in New Meridian he seemed to blend in better, but while the citizens of Hive City come from many different worlds, they all seem to be a little more… uniform. For the most part, anyhow.

But that question was a new one.

“Heh. Well, you got it half right. Nothing compares to the sound of a woodwind, that’s for sure.”

“But I didn’t choose to look like this. The guy who built this setup knew I had a soft spot for brass, but I didn’t have much of a choice but to step into it. Otherwise, I probably wouldn’t be standing here in front of you.

“Alright, you owe me a question now. How long’s it take you to style your hair like that?”

The answer he gets makes his eyes light up like fireworks. Despite the not-so-happy reasoning why he was like that, it was still interesting to hear about. Of course it rose more questions. Why did he have to be built into this? What did he do in his life to end up like that? So many questions, but he absolutely didn’t not want to be too invasive just yet.

“Eh, depends on what state my hair is in, what time I wake up, what pretty lady I was with the night before...” There’s a distinct snort of a laugh at the last part before he continues.

“It takes about thirty minutes to an hour. Most of my hair stands up naturally.”

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wildberryoras:

     WHAT an inopportune time to be smiling. Star Platinum can’t seem to help himself. This is just Polnareff’s typical luck, isn’t it? The Stand gets down on his knees next to him with the second glass of water at the ready.

⦑ You dunno how much I’ve missed you and Silver Chariot. Now, wash out your mouth with that so you can drink this. Puking takes a lot out of you. If I can get you back on the bed, maybe not in a gown, you’ll at least be more comfortable. ⦒

*:・ﾟ☆

There’s a distinct whine of unhappiness as Polnareff rinses his out his mouth and rubs his face, glancing at the Stand once he was done. Well... at least he has a friend helping him through this. God knows Jotaro wouldn’t have necessarily helped out...

“Okay... sound good... I don’t want to ruin the dress-that-will-harbor-my-eternal-nightmares after all.”

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 [ HI I KINDA DROPPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH????? BUT GOOD NEWS I GOT 8 WEEKS LEFT AT WORK SO I’LL HAVE MORE TIME FOR RP AND NOT DISAPPEARING YEAH ]

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satchmosoloist:

Big Band felt like he was starting to get the hang of his place now. Sure, the door to his apartment (and nearly every other door he’d seen) was way too small, and he still hadn’t been able to get his hands on some real instruments, but it was all starting to come together. How the city worked, the people that lived in it, the sectors, the scientists… It was just a lot of pieces to work with.

A voice calls out on the street, but Big Band only stops walking when someone steps into his path. It’s not a face or voice he recognizes, so his guard is up, but the man in front of him looks relatively normal. No obvious weapons aside from some muscle mass, but then again, you’d have to be a fool to want to pick a fight with someone over seven and a half feet tall.

Still, while he’s starting to get the hang of the city, that isn’t to say he knows the score just yet. Better safe than sorry.

There’s a pneumatic hiss as Big Band stands straight. “Fire away pal. But if you’re gonna ask me somethin’ about the city, I can’t guarantee I’ll be much help. I haven’t been here for long so I’m still gettin’ the hang of things.”

The fact that he’s gotten a response from them man was enough to get his excitement flowing. Oh, the questions he could ask if there were more hours in the day! He’d settle for just one question; after all, he didn’t want to overload a stranger with his eccentric behavior.

“Oh, that’s fine; I know very little about the city myself! What I wanted to ask is if you really love saxophones that you became a saxophone? Because that would be incredible if that’s what you did!”

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wildberryoras:

     ORGANIC processes like puking along with all their smells and noises don’t bother Star Platinum in the least, but Silver Chariot seems to be a veteran at hair holding duty. He sneaks out of the bathroom, using his speed and superior eyesight to collect broken glass on his way to the kitchen. He’s back by Polnareff’s side with two glasses of water in wait for him to be finished. One is for rinsing his mouth out, the other for hydration. He’s gonna need it.

*:・ﾟ☆

It’s a good thing nothing got on the dress. Unwanted bodily fluids on his amazing dress would have soured his already awful mood. It takes a hot minute for everything to come out of him before he shakily sits up, coughing softly and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Silver Chariot moves to take one glass from Star Platinum, letting out a soft ‘Pami’ in thanks before moving to nudge it into Polnareff’s hand and then abruptly disappearing.

Oh right. Time limits for having his Stand out. Could this day just get any worse?

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How about an eggplant in these trying times. Star Platinum shoves the Valentine's gift into his arms with an origami heart. Folded inside the heart is a coupon for toilet paper.

[ LATE RESPONSE ]

An eggplant? Well, Polnareff could make something with that... so it wasn’t all that bad. He feels bad about trying to disassemble the origami heart, but upon finding the prize inside, he bursts out laughing.

He’d definitely put the coupon to good use, that’s for sure.

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By now, Polnareff had adjusted to most of the bizarre beings in the City. People of all shapes, sizes, colors, races, species… there was a little bit of everything and anything! The Frenchman always let out a low whistle to himself whenever he saw a pretty lady walk by, or a being that challenged even his eccentric attire.

Nothing could prepared him to see what appeared as a giant walking saxophone. At first he just rubbed his eyes, unsure if he was hallucinating from his (unintentional) sleep deprivation, but after furious rubbing and blinking, the figure had moved down the sidewalk. Now this was something he had to investigate!

Being the oblivious idiot he is though, Polnareff simply rushes to the other man, waving his arm wildly and holding his scarf on him. Couldn’t lose that, lest Avdol find him and scold him for not dressing properly for the season.

“Hey, hey! Monsieur! Please, wait up- I must ask you something!”

@satchmosoloist

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wildberryoras:

    ⦑ DON’T worry about it. I’ll take care of it once I’m sure you’re not gonna fall into a pile of your own barf. Getting glass in your foot is that last thing you need. ⦒

He assures him, helping the hopeless french get to his beloved bathroom. Better he doesn’t flip on the lights. The luminescence of both Stands is enough to see by anyhow. Star Platinum flips up the seat and gestures to it as if Mr.Polnareff needs any direction.

*:・ﾟ☆

It's almost as if his body knew what to do, since the second the toilet seat is lifted he's down on his knees, Silvef Chariot clumsily moving to hold silver hair up as he starts to empty his stomach. It definitely wasn't pleasant to watch or listen to, but Polnareff really didn't care. He's miserable, he's now sick, and he's definitely not going to go drinking again anytime soon.

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hotmagician:

He never really thought much on this holiday until recently. With all the crazy events that had transpired as of lately, Avdol hadn’t really found reasons to leave his tent until he thought on it. While the monsters seemed… Iffy? Almost a bit too upsetting to look at–he hadn’t found much a problem with taking care of them with Magician’s Red.

However, as time passed during today, he couldn’t help but wonder if something might happen. For the first time, he’s been frequently checking his phone for a text or call. Something. Anything. But why…? It seemed silly to admit, but the Crusaders had grown to feel more like a family than the one he’d been raised with.

Seconds pass until Magician’s Red had decided to take initiative for his user. A single claw pointed towards one specific contact that he’d been staring at for a while now. One that had been troubling him for the past few days–past few MONTHS, now that he thinks on it. His teeth drag against his lower lip, and a sigh escapes him until he finally clicks the name and begins to type, not even giving himself the moment to hesitate on hitting send.

[ TO: Polnareff ]

[ FROM: Avdol ]

[ TXT ]: I still owe you that dinner, dont I?

The day had been filled with monsters and battles, with little time to check one’s phone for texts and messages. While normally Polnareff and Silver Chariot could normally handle the fight, he could only have it out for ten minutes a day. So instead, he would rely on his newfound power to magically transform at will to defeat monsters and help the citizens with no means of defending themselves.

Of course, it did feel like he’d been forgetting to message someone for something... what it was, he had no idea, but with all the additional chaos in the city, he really couldn’t be blamed. Polnareff was noted to get easily distracted when there was a surplus of action going on.

It wasn’t until Silver Chariot brought his phone over to him that he noticed a message from this dearest friend. After reading about the possibility of dinner, he hummed, shooing his stand away before texting back.

[ TXT ]: Yes, you do!!!

[ TXT]: Let me know the time and place, I’ll meet you there! 💖

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wildberryoras:

    HELP is help. Even if he has to babysit both Stand and User now, he’s thrilled to have them both there no matter the circumstances. To their backs, he rubs gentle circles like he remembers Jotaro thinking about his mother doing when he was young and sick. Mr.Polnareff is sick or at least is about to be. There’s are veins he’s noticed pop up when humans close to being sick.

⦑ How about we move to the bathroom. ⦒

*:・ﾟ☆

There’s a noticeable gag when his back is being rubbed, then the motion of nodding. Nothing’s in his mouth, but had the stand been rubbing a little harder, the apartment floor would be covered in more than just glass. He didn’t have energy to dispute, especially with Silver Chariot shifting to get up and help him up and trying to motion where the bathroom is.

“G-good idea... There’s already- there’s already one mess that’s gonna need cleaning, there doesn’t need to be two...”

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[ so I would really like to get Polnareff up to noble rank sometime soon and I need him to socialize a LOT more, so like this post if you’d like a starter!! Capped at 3, castmates exempt! ]

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wildberryoras:

     BETTER late than never. With an exasperated glare in Silver Chariot’s direction, he gestures toward the User in the room with both hands. The two of them have been together since childhood. Surely the Stand could lend a hand with this.

⦑ You also make parties bearable. At least, if my User is anything to go by. You cheer him up like no one else can. ⦒

Letting this slip is fine so long as Mr.Polnareff is drunk. He’ll never remember. Hopefully.

*:・ﾟ☆

In all honesty, the Stand never knew what to do what to do when its User was drunk. The most Silver Chariot could do was float over and try to pat Polnareff’s hair, though missing slightly and ending up patting his shoulder. Close enough, really. Maybe the alcohol got to him too, but that was the last of the Chariot’s worries.

“Th-thank you, Splatinum... That means a lot...”

Polnareff’s head somehow managed to get to his hands, just for a moment to alleviate the pain from crying. Nausea had also set in, but he didn’t want to embarrass himself in the company of another...

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hotmagician:

    Texting was still something foreign to him. Had he things his way, his preference would have been over phone calls or letters, but he supposes learning and changing with the tide of technology could be far worse.

     In the midst of his book, he feels the device vibrate, muffling a generic jingle he’d yet to change. The screen lighting up in his face at this hour causes him to squint before readjusting to the shift in light compared to his small flame and reading the message’s sender.

     Polnareff.

     There were words he’d wanted to say, but drowned out despite his heart’s constant protest. Letting things roll over as they were seemed far better than speaking it out–far safer and simpler to him at the very least. However, was it fair to the frenchman? Not in the slightest. He owed him an explanation, and yet, no motivation to get it out had happened since then.

     Instead, he indulged in selfishness. Again with their hidden New Years encounter. It was hard to say what’s going on. Hard to say where their friendship really stood. A sigh, and he sets his book against his lap, taking the time to type his normal brief and to the point response back.

[ text ]: If I may ask, Polnareff, about what exactly? Is it something we can discuss over this new form of messaging, or something better suited for meeting in person.

The vibration and muffled sound of an eagle had him scrambling to check his phone and his messages, eyes scanning it with baited breath. It was expected that Avdol would ask how they should discuss whatever they needed to discuss, but rather than be combative and defensive, the Frenchman would respond in a calm and cool manner.

He had. to be calm and cool, or else he'd drive his friend away without knowing where they stood. Pol couldn't just be overexpressive in the cold this time.

[text]: I would... rather not say over messages. It's better suited for a talk in person. 😓

[text]: Are you able to come meet me in Sector 002, by chance? Sinon, that's okay! I just...

[text]: There is a lot of things I would like to speak with you about while I'm sober and coherent.

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How long had it been since he saw his friend? Possibly too long. After New Year’s, there had been a lot of silence between the two, with Polnareff definitely avoiding Avdol for the drunken kiss. But... enough was enough. He had to rip off the bandaid and actually convey what he felt while sober.

After finding a nearby bench to sit on, the Frenchman pulls out his phone to send a message. Anything was better than nothing, after all...

from: ✨ polly ✨ to: 🔥 momo 🔥

[ text ] Hi Avdol.

[ text ] Are you busy? 😕

[ text ] Can... can we talk?

@hotmagician

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There’s some soft humming going on while Polnareff walks around Sector oo2. Why’s that?

It’s his birthday and he’s feeling great! Nothing could possibly put a damper on his mood!