KAMCHATKA.

Original Character. to be affiliated with Isola Radiale..

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Louis Arnemis/Talia Moore. (Original Character.)

what if you ate shit and woke up as the rpg character you hate

and he's insufferable and you can't fix it

the guy is going to die if you don't stop him so you have to stop him

except you literally cannot engage with the world in ways the script wouldn't call for

this is hell, surely

if this man was a flower it would be a kamchatka lily.

APP. || STATS. || ISOLA RADIALE.

[kleinstar]

Oh seems like they're pretty content...? Maybe? At very least he doesn't say anything to note that he's not.

" Oh, I mean you don't have to -- compensate or anything but-- "

It's nice to get recommendations. As he's handed Mariya Takeuchi's CD Eiden gets his confirmation though. That's pretty retro huh! That's pretty interesting actually! Given a green flag Eiden's quick to return his natural, confident state, eager to make more conversation:

" I'm vaguely familiar with her I think! It's nice to hear more though, thanks! " he says adding the CD to his own pile.

" Hope you don't mind me asking but is this something you've discovered here or... "

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"That's...complicated. I don't know if I'm able to...elaborate, fully."

They've never really succeeded, not in breaking past the script, not in getting out of what Louis would say. Maybe they could type it, since they can gesture and hand things out easily, after all? Hands fumble for the phone they've been granted, tabbing over to a notepad app.

"Hold on."

Quick typing, the thumping tacks of Louis' padded fingertips sped by Talia's inherent experience; muscle memory but the muscle's all someone else's spirit. They turn his phone outward, so that he can read the message on it.

[ This body can only respond in predetermined ways, so I can't make him elaborate. He and I are different people. I'm stuck borrowing him, I guess. ]

That much doesn't seem to go against a script, nor against the predetermined route -- after all, they're outside of the route and original setting. (It would seem they can't override his speech, or his actions, but they can still do things inherent to themself.)

[swordsovereign]

despite his companion's cruel words, seofon finds something comforting in having his hair brushed. it reminds him of his childhood, before the weight of the world was on his shoulders. of the days where he was just basilio- he often longed for those days. but he had a duty to the skies, now. he couldn't abandon that.

once, he'd been asked what sort of person he'd be if he hadn't founded the eternals. he listened to the stories of his teammates, and they'd been so endearing. and his? he wanted to say that he'd still be a tailor and a chef, but ... instead, he would've been just like anosiete. terrible and arrogant and...

this is nice.

he hums and closes his eyes as their hands work. he knows his hair is a mess, but they're managing. he'd have to pay them after all. ❝ something salt based...? huh, i suppose that might help, ❞ and honestly, being captain of the eternals didn't leave him nearly as much time to take proper care of his hair as he should've. he keeps it washed and clean, and it remained an unruly mess.

❝ you'd be surprised what sort of things can be found here, ❞ he says with a small nod ⎛ he doesn't want to move too much, mostly to save himself the discomfort of having his hair pulled by the brush- ⎠ ❝ so there's gotta be a store somewhere that would have that sort of thing. ❞

he continues to listen then, feeling a little bit of relief to know that he's not nearly as alone in this hair-care thing than he used to think. there were plenty of people that the captain knew who had hair fluffier than his, and yet they made it look so easy to take care of- maybe it would've been different if one of his parents had been a beautician. ❝ thank you, though- ❞ and regardless of whether or not they're doing it out of kindness, it's a nice gesture to tame his hair- ❝ i should do something in return for you, y'know? or i could pay you, like i said before. whatever you'd like, really- ❞

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"Not paying me is fine. Buy me a meal, or some clothing, or something of the sort. We still have to go obtain your hair treatment...I suppose either a market, bath supply store, or that local mall should suffice for that."

The brush is pulled back, one thickly padded hand thunking the other solidly atop the head -- a scolding that's not particularly violent, but remains the firm kind of gesture he'd use on his fellow mercenaries (that they'd use, in turn, for him). In truth, Talia manages to veer the denial of payment, successfully using their knowledge of Louis' mind and mannerisms into something less embarrassing for them.

"Up you get. We're not done yet, you know."

The determination is two-fold: if Talia can get their hands on the right supplies, Louis' hands can be utilized for something good, for once in his life -- luckily, those thick paw-pads of his are good for things like massaging soaps and the like into skin and scalp...

[kleinstar]

" Eh, I wasn't thinking that? I mean... "

Caught off guard Eiden stumbles in his words a little, He'd seen enough from other worlds to recognise one so he'd sort of expected there'd be confusion. He reminds him a little of the nobles he sometimes saw around in Klein but he doesn't take immediate offense to his worlds. He was also a little curious what they were looking at right now.

Also like... they looked pretty good, Eiden can't deny.

" I mean... I don't really know your tastes, I try all sorts of stuff myself but... "

He hands over Hikaru Utada CD along with another from a DJ he used to listen back in his own world - huge surprise to find it here.

" ...these maybe..? "

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"These will certainly suffice."

The inner joy is covered, buried, suffocated by Louis' muted reactions: Talia would kill for slightly more say in this matter, but...it's not like they've got any right to complain about their prickly little life support system's method of speaking right now. They'd missed all the things from their own home...CDs, television, a smartphone...movies and junk food (and learning that Louis' body isn't built for hot chips).

"Hmm. I can't offer much recompense, but..."

They carefully use his padded finger, laying it on top of Mariya Takeuchi's Bon Appetit! -- the slightest indication that the person inside the body isn't as different from their companion as he may believe.

"A recommendation in exchange."

[swordsovereign]

seofon takes a moment to stare. this isn't the first time someone's commented on his hair- unruly curls that never listened to him no matter what he tried ⎛ then, he'd let feower take a dagger to it, and that had arguably made it worse- fluffier, and it was at about that time that he'd juts given up on it ⎠ , and he'd had plenty of insults thrown his way ⎛ because not everyone loved the eternals, after all, feared through the skies as much as they were respected- ⎠ but this one's just. forward. and rude. ❝ okay, so first off, rude- ❞

❝ can't really help what my hair does- it's been a wild mess since i was a kid- ❞ he distantly remembers his mother and father both trying their best. no one knew where he'd inherited such fluffy hair- maybe a grandparent? but it hardly mattered, now. ❝ look, if you're so bothered by it, go ahead, try to tame it. ❞

in any other situation, seofon would never let some stranger mess with his hair, but there were times when frustration got the best of him. plus, this one seemed so taken aback by it. what harm was there in it? so he sits with a huff and a wave of his hand ⎛ this really wasn't how he wanted to spend his afternoon ⎠ - and maybe it's the fact that he's self conscious. he's taken a lot of time crafting a persona to hide under. so he can be like everyone else. not the star sword sovereign with his unreachable power- the one who could swallow gods and create universes- ❝ i'll pay you if you succeed. ❞

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"You're suffering from proper haircare is what you are, I think. It's gonna look nasty if you don't try to work with it the right way."

Completely disregarding what they know: yes, Louis is rude. Talia's more than aware of it, and his unkind mouth and wretched attitude are why they never liked him in the first place; his honesty and stubbornness are redemptive, somehow, in that he at least doesn't beat to the bush about what he means -- they know that it's concern and not malevolence, for as awful as he is, that motivates those kind of words (this much had been clear even in the source material...not to mention the lingering scraps of memories and thoughts they'd been subjected to in this cicada shell of a body).

But still, they use his hands to get to work, carefully pawing through their companion's hair until it's down: framing his head like an untidy halo or a sparrow's nest. That's step one, at least. A comb is fished out of their bag next, making sure not to pull at the man's scalp as they try to work his hair into something cleaner.

"You're seeing my hair, aren't you? It's just as awful when I can't get it treated the right way. You need something salt based...either citrus or peck's-root in it. Mmm, the closest thing this place has to peck's-root is that ginger stuff, though, so it might not do the same thing."

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"I know I look like an idiot, but I can handle this, alright?"

Well...it's not as if any proper explanation of why can actually be given: this body isn't shaped like someone you'd expect to be able to operate much by way of modern tech, much less know what he's buying -- but by grace of Talia being contained inside, they're more than happy for the creature comforts of back home. Like buying a CD or two from the mall, for example -- ah, even visiting the mall itself is a delightful little jaunt (it twists Louis' face into a happier type of expression than he usually makes, so they probably made him look...weird, or smug).

"I'm all ears for whatever recommendation you want to try throwing at me, though. I'm sure it'll be plenty amusing enough."

(And there's the sound of contempt and condescension, unintended on their part; just baked into the code of this man, so to speak.)

@kleinstar mean little dude with a nicer little dude ratatouilling him...

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"You know your hair makes you look like a bug, right?"

Fingers wiggle on his forehead: mimicking the movements of feelers of wretched pests that a strong hatred of is ingrained in every fiber of this body -- then again, most bugs aren't very small back home, so it's...reasonable. No matter what they do, they can't twist the expression or the tightly coiled body language into anything but hard-frozen disgust, a predetermined reaction (they're not afraid of bugs -- even after seeing one the size of a house, somehow, but by every hell above and below, he sure is).

"It's...gross. Throws off the prettyboy thing you've got going on."

There's no minced words there, everything almost reflexive (not on Talia's part, they're desperate to reel it back in somehow, but they don't think they can at this point).

"Either push it all back or don't."

@swordsovereign insufferable. insufferable,

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"Look, it's not even anything special. It's just a lamp. Not even a good one, I'm just trying to make sure the cup won't explode..."

It's the nicest words they've gotten to come out of his mouth so far, like pulling teeth -- an effort made carefully, so as not to send yet another person away. Louis isn't nice. That's the point of him, after all, something they can't control: even if they can control him, they can't control the functions he's built with...even here, it seems. (Just when Talia thought maybe they'd be out of those constraints! No! No! This fucking island still has them!)

Fingers idly snap, the sound muted by the thick padding of his fingers; the small, glowing orb resting in a cup flickering in-and-out each time, a small display. The woman's single eye remains fixed on it, the light casting shadows on and off her face, lighting up her wire-copper hair (it's a pretty color, but they're sure any compliment they try to make will come out wrong, as always -- this damned mouth makes sure of it).

"You don't got magic where you're from, or something?"

@thybrilliance show ophie a funny magic trick

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Aheem heem. Starter call without a cap for now.

[isolaradiale]

In a surprise thrilling sequel, it's Matt again and I'm also tossing a fandomless original character app in, here's Louis Arnemis and his many problems.

Welcome to Isola Radiale, Louis!

You'll be housed in CONDO 413.

You will retain the use of your Light Magic.

You'll also be given a wooden dagger!

Enjoy your stay!

-- mod solaris

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