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@everwaas
Reuben Talios (Sennen Meikyuu no Nana Ouji based Original Character.)
buy his cabbages
got put into a chamber of commerce job and he's scared
he'd rather go back to sellin' veggebles but his family is nobility now soooo
he killed someone once. slowly. over a few years. don't ask
BUY HIS CABBAGES
APP. || STATS. || ISOLA RADIALE.
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with the open sky above and the open sea in front of them it's hard to wrap your mind around the inescapability of this place. iloren can't help but feel freer as soon as his boots touch sand and there's no rain splattering into his face or waves threatening to crash into him.
as much as he liked iron bull from the moment they met, the storm coast took some getting used to.
' this is nice, ' he says absentmindedly, looking up. ' it's strange to see so much sky without a breach. '
or a scar to show for it. iloren opts to reach his arms down and wrangle himself out of his boots, preferring to feel the warmth underneath his bare feet.
after pausing to squat down and grab a handful of sand, he takes a few hurried steps to catch up to reuben. each grain passes through his fingers as they walk.
' and it reminds me of the wounded coast. the sun is so high. '
"I lived in a landlocked portion of my homeland, so I'd never even really seen a beach before living here...paintings, and stories from my parents and their workers, but never with my own eyes. I've started collecting the shells I find here and using them to decorate my room, though."
He moves fast, almost forgetting to wait for Iloren: like a long-striding horse, purposeful and sloping, singleminded in his destination (the tidepools near the small cave up a few feet from here, just under a small cliffside). There's starfish there, and they're cute in their little wiggly way, perfectly orange and pink. Reuben's quite fond of them, now that he's seen them alive and not just dried up for display.
"Was the beach in your home pretty? It sounds as though it must have been quite...something, to achieve such a name for itself."
He doesn't question things like breaches or storms, but he'll learn some other time. (Or whenever the other feels like indulging him longer stories than just the things they've passed back and forth like teatable chat.)
rocky remembered when he was young, him and adrian new in their relationship and both of them flushed with joy. he remembered the way they'd walked among the new area they'd moved into together, knocking against each other and tapping their legs upon the ground to better hear and learn their new surroundings. happy-drunk and singing like a pair of children, with their whole lives ahead of them. it was that memory, bittersweet but still full of love, that accompanied rocky now as he made his way down the 'street', claws gently tapping along the hard tarmac as he went, the sounds echoing and mixing with the clicks emanating from his carapace.
if asked later, he would blame being wrapped up in his memory for why he didn't register the human approaching until they'd crouched directly in front of him, the eridian coming to an abrupt stop and carapace tilting back as he chittered in surprise. but—oh. they were offering help?
❝ Rocky not unsure. ❞ his trilling notes were firm, the system's translation making the words come off as indignant. ❝ Rocky... thinking. Exploring new space. You live here, question? ❞
"My apologies for making an assumption! This street goes upward at a pretty sharp incline up ahead by three and a half blocks, and there's some portions that shift to cobblestone and cement in the shopping district a block ahead to the left, so it may catch you off-guard here and there."
Spoken wisely, since he'd nearly broken his bootheel in a gap in the cobblestones by a shopping street his first week here. The term block, too, is one he'd picked up after moving in; a helpful little way to refer to distances, that, and one uncommon to his home -- typically you just used streets and businesses and districts (which overwhelmed him, and his often poor memory of what business was in which district).
"And I've been living here for a little while, yes. My name is Reuben Talios, but just calling me Reuben will do. I take it your name is Rocky, as you used it in speaking to me a moment ago? It's nice to meet you."
He intends to intrude no more on their goings-on than he is allowed, providing what he can -- directions, kindness, knowledge that he's around if help is needed. That's the kind of person he wants to be, after all; reliable to a fault, even if it makes a nuisance of him.
Chiikawa looked up in a slightly surprised way when they were suddenly given company. "Wah..?" Although they knew this person, they couldn't help but feel a bit shy too. They held the little flower crown that they were crafting close to themself, but just for a moment.
"....Ap..." They repeated, then perked up a bit. How kind!
Chiikawa nods their head, but they wait for him to hand it out, rather than snatching it away.
"Yeah, apples, for us to share! Here you go."
A portion is divided out, slightly larger in amount for them: he places it in front of them, still resting in the wrapper -- so it doesn't get dirty, and they can eat it whenever they want. The smaller portioned side stays with him, resting in his own lap. He'll eat lint or dirt or whatever else, that's just fine.
"Do you have trouble with saying longer words? I was like that myself when I was young."
It's spoken in a neutral way; no judgment offered as Reuben cracks into his homemade treat. He simply states what he sees, a similarity that he can relate to with ease (something he always does, for better or worse).
They're working on something, aren't they? How nice. Deft with their hands.
"You're good at making things, it seems. This marks the second time I've found you crafting something!"
need to put reuben in more situations where he gets to learn about space travel (does not even have this concept in his canon, pretty much just knows there's stars up there + thinks of it as a holy space/where deities live)
"There's lots of little stores around here, if you're looking for places with food."
Though, Reuben himself only uses those places sparingly: or as much as he can, really, as more -- modern, someone had called them -- amenities were still somewhat alien to him.
Still, he's developed a bit of a fondess for the ridged salt and vinegar potato chips he'd tried on a whim, so he's out on his own little march to what could feasibly considered a corner store. Home didn't have those things, much less most of the contents. Couldn't bring himself to try those soda things or the sour-coated candies yet (someday, but mot today). A finger points in the direction of his destination.
"They have good chips at a store up that way."
@purposefed
Oh -- the entity before him is something he's not seen before: big like a hunting dog, but sort of...crablike(?) in proportions (though, with a little less leg and a little more shell). His own shoes tap a little closer to his companion: who is tapping out a rhythm of his own, as if checking his surroundings for security, or trying to scan for a specific object.
The browns and greens of the other's exterior are certainly familiar shades, and quite beautiful, if he had to think on it (the colors of summer grounds, warm and vibrant). Hmm. Can the other see? He'd once read that an opera singer back home would often tap his feet on stage to gauge his surroundings due to severe occular impairment -- though he'd never seen the man's stage performances, it seems this...person -- only right to consider hin such -- is doing the same. Or something similar.
He crouches to be at a similar range to the other; hopefully, it won't seem rude to meet him at his own level. (Whether he can see or not, Reuben would rather be kind.)
"Did you need help with anything? You seem to be a little unsure there."
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"Why is killing bad people so controversial? It's a pretty black and white topic."
"I don't think many people here have the experience of...needing...to kill a person, is all."
Oh, it's that little fuzzy animal from the snowman making station the past winter! They seem to be taking a break in the grass, sitting pretty comfortably -- maybe he'll join them.
He carefully parks himself in the grass, rummaging in a pocket for a snack he'd carefully wrapped; apple slices, crisped in the oven that it had taken him embarrassingly long to get a hold on. (But, these aren't burnt! It's a win.)
"Would you like some apples? They're nice and crunchy."
@chiikawaacreature
Sometimes I remember Reuben wears 3-6 inch heels regularly and laugh a little. If he takes them off he's manlet-y...
"You look like you've been struggling with those for a minute. I can carry some."
A bag of...what he assumes is fruit and vegetables from the market, or maybe other goods -- either way, the stranger weighed himself down. Reuben's face is painted with warmth, arms out. (Ah, this man is as tall as many of the people around him back home...or taller, even. Huge.)
"What did you purchase for yourself? There's lots of good things in season."
Careful not to sound chiding or like he's commentating on the other's pile of goods, the multitude of bags...he's done similar. At least, he had before he'd moved up a few social stations, but he knows what it's like all the same.
@dangoronin
"Huge."
He says it stupidly, like the wind and all intelligent thought dropped out of him at the same moment. It had: Reuben still isn't used to some the sizes on people in this place. He's considered tall enough himself, but good lords below, this man certainly has him beat.
"Sorry! I'm so sorry. I was just...impressed, by your stature..."
He's going red as a beet faster than a hummingbird can flap, making a face like he wants the ground to pop right open and eat him up and never let him back out. Probably startled the poor man as much as he'd been startled himself.
@hamartano
@everwaas One fascinating thing about Spirale was the amount of vegetables and fruit that were available that Sunday had never even imagined existed. As he walked through the stalls of that open air market, Sunday saw more than someone could make up in Penacony. He was used to intergalactic trade - although he didn't travel much, his sister did, and she would always send him snacks (especially sweets) when she could - so he never thought there was so much yet to see. Right now he held a big red fruit, with a scaly skin, light as a feather. He heard it had a yellow coloring inside and that it was very sweet. On the other hand, he had something akin to a banana, but blue. The vendor also mentioned that it was a delicious fruit.
Sunday, however, did not know enough about fruit or vegetables to be able to properly choose. He glanced to the person next to him, wondering if they could be of help. "Greetings. Apologies for disturbing you. Are you familiar with these? I have to confess I have never seen anything like them."
"Hmm? Oh, that's pretty much a red cabbage. Sweeter than normal, and when you cook it, the outer color will leech into other foods. Watery and crunchy if raw."
He's familiar with the vegetable in soup and raw forms -- fond of its gentle and easily transformed nature. He'd seen some people here even serve it in noodles and with fried meats on top of its shredded leaves: nothing back home was so inventive!
"The ones sold here are very well-raised. I was surprised by how sweet they were when I first ate them! They do work ever so well in soups and stews because they offset a savory flavor."
Reuben's face can't help but light up: the stranger is beautiful and curious, so like paintings of religious figures (he believes they were called angels -- the religion they're from is one he's not familiar with), and seemed to be doing his best to select things for a balanced meal.
"If it's not overstepping, may I help you shop? I can teach you what I know along the way."
I've got my owed replies drafted for the weekend, consider this a small starter call -- capped at five.
Got binked by the AC so I'm here to reapp my boy Reuben Talios, an original character based in Sennen Meikyuu no Nana Ouji, the back half of the month got away from me!
Welcome to wintery Isola Radiale, Reuben!
You’ll be staying in CONDO 409.
You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.
Enjoy your stay!
– ⋆ diadem.
Because you were removed in an activity check, you have one week to make two eligible IC posts or you will be considered inactive again.
"...those don't cause you pain, do they?"
In reflexive mirroring, his hand clutches his own shoulder: the mushrooms on Ethos' sit parallel to this. (He's seen this on dead animals, out on hunts, or growing on trees. But not on a living person.)
A beautiful color, nonetheless. Watery, shimmery, blue-violet -- almost like the teasets his mother was fond of back home. Still, any person would be concerned, even having lived here for some time; he's naturally one to worry about the pain or injuries even a stranger could have.
"They're a very beautiful color."
@cudoredan
✌️ hello party people it's starter call time. Softcapped at 6 for now!
