“Hello Polite!!! I was wondering if I could perhaps use your help with something..?”
They tilted their head, curious and hopeful, with just a hint of mischief, although it didn’t seem to be anything bad. More so they were looking for a co-conspirator with which to assist them in something… how mysterious!
- 〽️🐦⬛ / @meet-the-messenger
Polite perked up at the sound of Messangers voice. He hadn’t seen them in quite a while, so it was a pleasant surprise.
“Messanger! Mon pote!”
He gave a cheerful wave, before he made his way over to his friend.
“Why, of course! Whatever do you need help with, my feathered friend?”
Their grin grew, and they cooed a greeting, giggling softly.
"I was wondering--! Do you have any experience... sewing..?"
They were beaming as he approached. It's clear they had something in mind...
Their smile grew, and they leaned in conspiratorially.
"I want to make something as a surprise for my dads, but I need help sewing, since I'm not very good at it... only ever really had to repair small rips, not... what I'm planning."
They giggled, and pulled out two photos...
"Do you think you could help me recreate these outfits, but for me..?"
The photos were of... Dominik Overschmidt, Harbin Ludwig, and Dorian Ludwig... their three adoptive Medic dads.
Polite leaned in to take a good look at the photos, gently taking them so that he could get a better look at the outfits.
“Of course! I am sure I’ll be able to get these done by the end of the hour.”
“If you’d like, you can stay at my house until they are finished. You may also tell me if there is anything you’d like me to fix or change with the outfits I am making.”
Their eyes widened, and they smiled, holding their hands up.
"Oh! No it's alright, you don't have to do them on your own!! I was hoping to have assistance, but I still want to do some of it myself! Ehe,"
They laughed nervously. They were touched by the immediate willingness to do it for them, but they wanted to work together on it-- after all, who knew their dads' outfits better than they, themselves? And also... their bird traits meant fitting clothes for them could be... difficult, at times. They wanted to be here for the creation, to do it with him.
“Of course! They are your parents after all. I can make room on my dining table for us to set up the materials and such. Do not worry about gathering them, I have them ready!”
He gave a smile, before he handed the photos back to messanger.
“I may have to let my crabs outside first before anything else. I wouldn’t want them to snip up any of the clothing or pieces of cloth. They tend to snip a lot of things on accident.”
(I highly suggest you check this blogs content warnings! As this roleplay we are doing will contain sensitive topics.)
There was shuffling. The sound of leaves being pushed to the side and being stepped on.
The sun had set, and it was now around dusk. He had originally planned to simply come out to the woods to collect some herbs and be back before the afternoon, but it appeared he had gotten lost along the way, leaving him completely stranded.
He had been walking for a while at this point, starting to get worn out from all the searching he had done to try and make his way back home. It was starting to seem like he wouldn’t have any luck, though. Especially with it getting dark outside, making it impossible to navigate.
…that was until he saw something in the distance. Light.
Light from what seemed to be some sort of cabin in the far distance.
Polite let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding in, hurrying his way over to the direction of the cabin.
Once he had gotten to the front of the cabin, he walked up the steps, reaching a hand out and knocking on the front door. He hoped someone would answer.
After a few moments of silence, someone opened to door. It appeared to be a fairly stocky man with heavy amounts of body hair. He had his eyes covered with goggles, though had no glove like an engineer normally would. He seemed friendly, though he had a slight sway to his stance. The soft clink of a bottle of alcohol sung from behind the door.
"Oh, Hello." The man seemed friendly. "How are ya, boy? You lost?" He held out a hand for Polite to shake.
Polite gladly took the man’s hand, giving it a good shake before he pulled back. His hands were clasped in front of himself in a polite manner.
“Hello there, my friend! I am afraid that I am…I was trying to figure out the way out of the forest, but it seems as if it’s going to be night time at any moment now.”
“I will not be able to make my way back in the dark, so if it is not too much trouble, may I be able to spend the night?”
"Oh, 'a course, boy! An old man like me is much too lonely in these 'ere woods t' reject company. Cmon in!" The unnamed man stepped aside, holding the door to his house open, "Sorry 'bout th' mess, I ain't gotten round ta cleaning the durned thing.. Lots of years 'a mess and one man my age clean it too well."
Just opening the door, a wave of an unreadably pungent smell hit Polite's face. From what he could decipher, it smelled like rotting meat, dust, alcohol, cigarette smoke, and something like piss, though it was debatable if those were actually in the house. The hardwood floor of the room Polite had saw first seemed to have a thick layer of.... something.. completely covering the most walked in areas, tinting it a dark brown. It most likely used to be a lighter, orangey color. Looking past the photos and animal pelt on the wall to his left, Polite's eyes locked onto the many animal hide's up on the wall. There were even bones strung from the ceiling in some places.
He was immediately hit with that pungent smell, although he wasn’t too put off by it considering that he was friends with someone like Painis. You tend to get used to these kinds of things.
“What lovely decor you have…I have never seen anything like it! Do you do it all yourself? If so I must say that it is quite impressive.”
“Especially all the different animal pelts.”
He gave a warm smile, before he stopped in the middle of the entry room.
“I can sleep on the couch if you’d like. I would not want to intrude more than I already am…”
"Why thank ya! You are a kind young man, if ah do say so m'self. I make 'em by hand-- it's a hobby a' mine. I 'ave a couple ah boxes outside full a' rottin bones ah' have left ova from gettin' the meat offa em. Try t' use as much as possible." The man chuckled before continuing, "And it ain't no problem! Ah' actually 'ave a perfectly good ole guest room upstairs-- just stay outa the rooms that aint yers up there, got it?" He paused, expression momentarily turning serious. "Besides the rest'rum. Don't care if ya' use it."
The man had to slam the door shut with his full body to close it, as it was obviously broken. He then locked it; not with a key, but with a deadbolt that could easily be undone. Probably just to keep the damned thing shut. He appeared next to Polite a moment later, a smile on his face.
"Neva' caught'cha name, boy. M' name is Dale." Dale grinned, a friendly aura radiating off of him. He seemed to be a nice man, despite the.. odd house decor. "Would ya like a home tour real quick befer' ah show ya yer room?"
(I highly suggest you check this blogs content warnings! As this roleplay we are doing will contain sensitive topics.)
There was shuffling. The sound of leaves being pushed to the side and being stepped on.
The sun had set, and it was now around dusk. He had originally planned to simply come out to the woods to collect some herbs and be back before the afternoon, but it appeared he had gotten lost along the way, leaving him completely stranded.
He had been walking for a while at this point, starting to get worn out from all the searching he had done to try and make his way back home. It was starting to seem like he wouldn’t have any luck, though. Especially with it getting dark outside, making it impossible to navigate.
…that was until he saw something in the distance. Light.
Light from what seemed to be some sort of cabin in the far distance.
Polite let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding in, hurrying his way over to the direction of the cabin.
Once he had gotten to the front of the cabin, he walked up the steps, reaching a hand out and knocking on the front door. He hoped someone would answer.
After a few moments of silence, someone opened to door. It appeared to be a fairly stocky man with heavy amounts of body hair. He had his eyes covered with goggles, though had no glove like an engineer normally would. He seemed friendly, though he had a slight sway to his stance. The soft clink of a bottle of alcohol sung from behind the door.
"Oh, Hello." The man seemed friendly. "How are ya, boy? You lost?" He held out a hand for Polite to shake.
Polite gladly took the man’s hand, giving it a good shake before he pulled back. His hands were clasped in front of himself in a polite manner.
“Hello there, my friend! I am afraid that I am…I was trying to figure out the way out of the forest, but it seems as if it’s going to be night time at any moment now.”
“I will not be able to make my way back in the dark, so if it is not too much trouble, may I be able to spend the night?”
"Oh, 'a course, boy! An old man like me is much too lonely in these 'ere woods t' reject company. Cmon in!" The unnamed man stepped aside, holding the door to his house open, "Sorry 'bout th' mess, I ain't gotten round ta cleaning the durned thing.. Lots of years 'a mess and one man my age clean it too well."
Just opening the door, a wave of an unreadably pungent smell hit Polite's face. From what he could decipher, it smelled like rotting meat, dust, alcohol, cigarette smoke, and something like piss, though it was debatable if those were actually in the house. The hardwood floor of the room Polite had saw first seemed to have a thick layer of.... something.. completely covering the most walked in areas, tinting it a dark brown. It most likely used to be a lighter, orangey color. Looking past the photos and animal pelt on the wall to his left, Polite's eyes locked onto the many animal hide's up on the wall. There were even bones strung from the ceiling in some places.
He was immediately hit with that pungent smell, although he wasn’t too put off by it considering that he was friends with someone like Painis. You tend to get used to these kinds of things.
“What lovely decor you have…I have never seen anything like it! Do you do it all yourself? If so I must say that it is quite impressive.”
“Especially all the different animal pelts.”
He gave a warm smile, before he stopped in the middle of the entry room.
“I can sleep on the couch if you’d like. I would not want to intrude more than I already am…”
(I highly suggest you check this blogs content warnings! As this roleplay we are doing will contain sensitive topics.)
There was shuffling. The sound of leaves being pushed to the side and being stepped on.
The sun had set, and it was now around dusk. He had originally planned to simply come out to the woods to collect some herbs and be back before the afternoon, but it appeared he had gotten lost along the way, leaving him completely stranded.
He had been walking for a while at this point, starting to get worn out from all the searching he had done to try and make his way back home. It was starting to seem like he wouldn’t have any luck, though. Especially with it getting dark outside, making it impossible to navigate.
…that was until he saw something in the distance. Light.
Light from what seemed to be some sort of cabin in the far distance.
Polite let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding in, hurrying his way over to the direction of the cabin.
Once he had gotten to the front of the cabin, he walked up the steps, reaching a hand out and knocking on the front door. He hoped someone would answer.
After a few moments of silence, someone opened to door. It appeared to be a fairly stocky man with heavy amounts of body hair. He had his eyes covered with goggles, though had no glove like an engineer normally would. He seemed friendly, though he had a slight sway to his stance. The soft clink of a bottle of alcohol sung from behind the door.
"Oh, Hello." The man seemed friendly. "How are ya, boy? You lost?" He held out a hand for Polite to shake.
Polite gladly took the man’s hand, giving it a good shake before he pulled back. His hands were clasped in front of himself in a polite manner.
“Hello there, my friend! I am afraid that I am…I was trying to figure out the way out of the forest, but it seems as if it’s going to be night time at any moment now.”
“I will not be able to make my way back in the dark, so if it is not too much trouble, may I be able to spend the night?”
(I highly suggest you check this blogs content warnings! As this roleplay we are doing will contain sensitive topics.)
There was shuffling. The sound of leaves being pushed to the side and being stepped on.
The sun had set, and it was now around dusk. He had originally planned to simply come out to the woods to collect some herbs and be back before the afternoon, but it appeared he had gotten lost along the way, leaving him completely stranded.
He had been walking for a while at this point, starting to get worn out from all the searching he had done to try and make his way back home. It was starting to seem like he wouldn’t have any luck, though. Especially with it getting dark outside, making it impossible to navigate.
…that was until he saw something in the distance. Light.
Light from what seemed to be some sort of cabin in the far distance.
Polite let out a sigh of relief he didn’t know he was holding in, hurrying his way over to the direction of the cabin.
Once he had gotten to the front of the cabin, he walked up the steps, reaching a hand out and knocking on the front door. He hoped someone would answer.
HELLO I AM BIG FAN HELLO I AM BIG FAN HELLO I AM BIG FAN HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT TYPEWRITERS MY NAME IS MARK I AM BIG FAN
“Hello there, Mark! I do quite like your enthusiasm. It is quite charming.
“About typewriters…I do have one at home! I am not to keen on all the new technologies and all of that…nor am I too caught up. I use a standard rotary phone whenever I need to contact someone.”
“It is a little old fashioned, I will admit, but it is what is comfortable for me. I use the typewriter occasionally whenever I need to write a letter or two.”
A large bat circles overhead before landing right beside you. It resembles Merasmus quite a bit!
@thegreatmerasmus
Polite hears something akin to flapping wings. He raises an eyebrow before looking up to see what it was.
It appeared to be some sort of bat…although it appeared quite familiar! Even if Polite had never met Marasmus in person, he had always heard about him, and seen photos.
He wondered if this was him…in some sort of bat phone?
“Hello Polite!!! I was wondering if I could perhaps use your help with something..?”
They tilted their head, curious and hopeful, with just a hint of mischief, although it didn’t seem to be anything bad. More so they were looking for a co-conspirator with which to assist them in something… how mysterious!
- 〽️🐦⬛ / @meet-the-messenger
Polite perked up at the sound of Messangers voice. He hadn’t seen them in quite a while, so it was a pleasant surprise.
“Messanger! Mon pote!”
He gave a cheerful wave, before he made his way over to his friend.
“Why, of course! Whatever do you need help with, my feathered friend?”
Their grin grew, and they cooed a greeting, giggling softly.
"I was wondering--! Do you have any experience... sewing..?"
They were beaming as he approached. It's clear they had something in mind...
Their smile grew, and they leaned in conspiratorially.
"I want to make something as a surprise for my dads, but I need help sewing, since I'm not very good at it... only ever really had to repair small rips, not... what I'm planning."
They giggled, and pulled out two photos...
"Do you think you could help me recreate these outfits, but for me..?"
The photos were of... Dominik Overschmidt, Harbin Ludwig, and Dorian Ludwig... their three adoptive Medic dads.
Polite leaned in to take a good look at the photos, gently taking them so that he could get a better look at the outfits.
“Of course! I am sure I’ll be able to get these done by the end of the hour.”
“If you’d like, you can stay at my house until they are finished. You may also tell me if there is anything you’d like me to fix or change with the outfits I am making.”
“Hello Polite!!! I was wondering if I could perhaps use your help with something..?”
They tilted their head, curious and hopeful, with just a hint of mischief, although it didn’t seem to be anything bad. More so they were looking for a co-conspirator with which to assist them in something… how mysterious!
- 〽️🐦⬛ / @meet-the-messenger
Polite perked up at the sound of Messangers voice. He hadn’t seen them in quite a while, so it was a pleasant surprise.
“Messanger! Mon pote!”
He gave a cheerful wave, before he made his way over to his friend.
“Why, of course! Whatever do you need help with, my feathered friend?”
Their grin grew, and they cooed a greeting, giggling softly.
"I was wondering--! Do you have any experience... sewing..?"
They were beaming as he approached. It's clear they had something in mind...
“Hello Polite!!! I was wondering if I could perhaps use your help with something..?”
They tilted their head, curious and hopeful, with just a hint of mischief, although it didn’t seem to be anything bad. More so they were looking for a co-conspirator with which to assist them in something… how mysterious!
- 〽️🐦⬛ / @meet-the-messenger
Polite perked up at the sound of Messangers voice. He hadn’t seen them in quite a while, so it was a pleasant surprise.
“Messanger! Mon pote!”
He gave a cheerful wave, before he made his way over to his friend.
“Why, of course! Whatever do you need help with, my feathered friend?”
There’s rustling nearby. A faint sound, but still audible to those who listened close enough.
A few minutes go by, and the rustling stops.
A figure starts to emerge from behind the trees.
“Oh dear…now where am I now? This is not where I wanted to be…”
Polite blinks before he looks around, trying to get a grasp on his surroundings. That’s until he spots Karma, who was currently minding his business. His expression immediately lightens up, giving a smile before he shuffled his way out of the forest and over to Karma.
“Karma Soldier! My friend! It is wonderful to see you!”
He calls out from behind. Trying not to sneak up on the fella.
~ @polite-espionage 🌼
"Ah!"
Karma flinched as he turned around, spooked only momentarily. Relaxing as soon as he saw Polite, he grinned, his eyes wide as hell, as per usual.
"Polite! What is up!"
Karma waved enthusiastically.
Before being spooked by Polite, he had been tending to his own, personal garden. It was mostly filled with normal plants, though there was the occasional flower. Alot of trees and a lot of odd looking, probably exotic plants. There were plants hanging from trees in baskets, their leaves and other extremities tangling in a pretty downwards spiral. Most of them were damp from watering-- clearly Karma's doing. The man had a water can in his offhand.
The area wasn't only decorated with exotic plants and such, there were also rocks, statues, stacks of said rocks, and even small ponds of water around. (Though of course in places one wouldn't accidentally step in, they were decorated heavily with long grasses and such.) The garden was obviously very well taken care of, and even had a few benches and other such decorations specifically for hanging out. Looking closely, there were mosses all around, all healthy and plump. I would describe the rest of the plants around the garden area, but I've done enough.
Karma looked a tad confused, though, Polite noticed. Just a slight twinge of it on the man's face. Hm.
Polite took a look around Karma’s garden, letting out a small gasp at the sight of all his beautiful and exotic plants that were all around. He had always had an interest in plants, mainly flowers, so the sight of Karma also having a garden excited him.
“Oh my- Karma! I did not know that you too had such a lovely garden! It’s absolutely gorgeous!”
Polite clasped his hands together in awe as he continued to take a look around. He would not touch anything though, not until he was given the okay to. It would be rude to touch other people’s things without permission.
“I would love to show you my garden too some time if you’d like…perhaps we can even share some tips with one another! It would be pleasant.”
“Enough with my rambling, though. How are you, my angel-winged friend?”
Karma stated as he turned around idly getting back to watering his plants. His garden was huge, and it was clear just looking around.
"You can look around freely, maybe give me some tips while you do so."
Karma glanced backwards at Polite, halo moving lazily with his head. It lacked behind his movements usually. He still looked like he had something to ask, that tight look on his face.
The plants he was currently watering were Spider plants, Snake plants, Zanzibar Gems, Pileas, and Peperomias. They slightly jiggled under the water that was gently poured over them, making a slight pattering noise as it did so. The upright and stiff ones (like the snake plant) just let the water run down themselves, soaking the moisture up.
“Why, of course! I do have plenty of things in mind…”
Polite began to ramble on about soil and about how much water you should give your plants and all of that. While he did that, he took a look around the garden, gently taking some by their leaves before running his thumb against them.
“Your plants are in excellent shape, my friend! Absolutely wonderful work, Karma.”
He gave the man a smile, before noticing the expression on his face.
"Euhrr," Karma subconsciously flashed his teeth, looking aside, "How did you.. get up here? Not complaining, just curious."
"And thanks! I have to take good care of them for them to stay green. It's also just something I do in my freetime, though my team usually does most of the work.. I'm usually more out and about, I have no time for things like this. I'm lucky I have time right now."
Karma laughed, though the twinge in his face told he was a little jealous. Karma has a deep, deep appreciation and love for anything on this earth (besides those who actively hurt others purposely), so he would, naturally, be jealous of his team. His team has all the time in the world to pamper the garden and relax, as they don't have the power and responsibility Karma does.
(*They literally can't help much besides teleporting and going invisible, while Karma has the true power of the bunch.*)
Karma did absolutely love his job, though, do not get him wrong. He wouldn't give it for the world (well, he would, but still), he just wished he had more time for the simpler things. Most freetime he got was being able to go around and help people, which he enjoyed, but he wished he could do simpler things once in awhile. Like caring for plants. While he does get to help animals once in awhile, it's mostly people and freaks, and that gets a little repetitive over the years.
“Ah, well…I do not quite remember! I was trying to make my way over to the BLU base when I believe I took a wrong turn…”
Polite scratched his chin, thinking back on how he could have gotten to where he was at the moment.
“It is quite alright, though. It is nice to spend time with a dear friend.”
He slid a hand up Karma’s back. He was suddenly back at Karma’s side, it was if Karma had blinked and Polite had somehow managed to get next to him without so much as a noise or movement. He was peculiar like that. Nothing could really be explained with him.
“I can see why you do not have much free time…you do have to go around and judge people and all of that.”
There was an expression of sympathy on his face.
“You do deserve to enjoy the simpler things, my friend. You do so much for the world.”
Karma's eyebrows raised a little at the touch, bristling only momentarily from the slight spook. He then relaxed, looking back at his plants, arms crossed. Karma had an look of contentment and thinking now as he stared at the greenery.
"I will have to look around later for how you managed to somehow get here. I don't want any potential freak hunters discovering it and getting in, or something."
Karma paused oncemore before replying to the other part of what Polite said, seemingly having momentarily forgotten what Polite had said.
"Yeah, yeah.." He grumbled softly, not exactly sure how to reply to that. Karma wasn't quite sure how he thought he's get away with talking about his schedule without Polite being.. well, polite. He hadn't really been seeking out tha reassurance, so he was still offput by it.
"Anyways," Karma cleared his throat into his fist before resting his hands on his hips. "What about those gardening tips, crouton? I've been thinking of getting some more flowers for the garden, but I both don't really know how to care for them and also I have zero clue what flowers thrive in the shaded yet large amount of sunlight these guys like. Plus the watering.. Gosh, I need to ask Heavy about the watering these guys like.." Karma still hadn't pulled away from Polite, as he was very much enjoying the affection. Not in a weird way, LMAO.
“I’d recommend Asters, Lantanas, Blanket Flowers, Salvia, and Sedums! They are heat resistant plants, and all need well draining soil. I do have a few seeds of those kinds back at my own garden if you would like them.”
Noticing Karma not pulling away from his touch, he decided to lay his head down on on his shoulder, looking up at him as he did.
“I’ve also got lots of extra soil as well… alongside gardening tools! I’d be more than happy to hand them over to you, my friend.”
“I would love to garden with you some time…it would be very fun.”
"Are you sure? I can easily spawn some seed packets in." Karma asked before visibly flustering at the touch.
(*like how you use the word for like a chicken getting all fluffed up when you touch them unexpectedly sometimes*)
"Gosh, I don't know if I could accept that offer, Polite. I could spawn in some plants and rocks and other things in trade, maybe?" Karma paused momentarily before nodding lower lip going out slightly in thought, "And yeah, that sounds fun gardening. I could teach you about my succulents in my room, less you already keep them and know how they work well. Very cool plants." Karma seemed to relax the more he talked, thinking about his plants. Thank the lord succulents rarely need watering, or else the only plants he takes care of by himself would be dead and dust by now. Well, it's not like he can't just heal them, but whatever. It's the thought that counts.
...
Feels inhumane having to bring something he killed back to like repeatedly-- even if it's a plant.
“Of course, my friend. In fact, I do believe I actually have them right here!”
Polite reached into his back pocket, before pulling out multiple seed packets, some gardening tools, and also like 3 bags of soil. All in one hand, somehow.
“Here you go, gifts, for you!”
He handed all of the things over to Karma, they stacked up pretty tall all things considered.
“Also, I would love to see your succulents! I do believe I have some, but I’d still love to see them nevertheless.”
“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen your room before as well! What a fun new experience!”
Karma, slightly taken aback by the cartoony abundance of items in Polite's hand, leaned his head back slightly in shock, eyebrows high. He grunted when they were handed over, having to balance them, though he was kinda shitty with it. After he huffed a nervous laugh, he put the stuff down, leaning the bags and such on the wall of the main plant holder thing.
"Thanks!" Karma nodded, taking a second to adjust them so they didn't fall.
A second later, he straightened his posture and stood, starting to walk towards the (slightly hidden) door to the castle. He looked behind himself, making sure Polite was following. He would put the items that polite had gifted away properly later.
A subtle flash of light appeared in one of his hands, though he attempted to hide it.
Polite noticed the little glimpse of light, but he didn’t question it. He figured it was just a thing Karma did. His front pocket did feel a little heavier though…
He looked over at the hidden door that Karma was leading him towards, before stopping one they both had reached it.
“You know…I did not know that you have a castle! It is quite beautiful. Almost everything here is quite beautiful.”
“You included, my karma giving friend!”
He gave another smile, this one a little more sincere than his previous ones. Not that the other ones weren’t sincere of course!
Karma chuckled, gentle but clear wrinkles showing harsher in the contrasting light of the fires, lanterns, and other such things.
"Thanks! I try my best to keep this castle (and myself) looking nice and tidy. It's pretty easy, though, as all I have to do is kinda just.. snap?" Karma paused, "Well, not snap, its moreso just standing still and teleporting mess elsewhere-- unless it's trash," He rambled as he walked, leading Polite to his room. They passed a few rooms with various labels and such, and went up a staircase as he spoke. Their steps reverberated off of the stone walls of the castle, echoing pleasingly.
"Oh, and you're quite pretty yourself, Polite." Karma ended his rant, stopping infront of his door, abrasive hand touching his door. There was visibly a spot where the wood was darker and shiner, clearly from touch over the years. His, like all the other doors, had no doorknob, instead you pushed it open. The wood was heavy and solid, and could clearly withstand alot. With little effort, Karma pushed the door open, holding it for Polite. The door was kinda heavy, and he also wanted to return the polite behavior.
Inside, there were succulents all around Karma's room-- hanging from the ceiling, sitting on shelves in long containers, or on his nightstand. There were a few terrariums aswell, and they visibly were thriving. Self sustaining terrarium, Polite could notice, basing it off of the small bugs he could see inside aswell as the condensation on the glass. The ceiling of Karma's room was relatively high, though he had a modestly sized room. There was a carpet in the middle of the room, and one smaller one in a corner, two places rubbed into it from kneeling and praying. There were rosary beads on his nightstand, near one of the succulents, glasses, an unlit lantern, and a few books. Karma's bed was very neat aswell, having a prettily patterned, silk-like sheet overtop the actual, heavy looking, thick blanket. There were two pillows, laid near the headboard, and there was another, much longer, laid vertically on the bed, the fluff inside cleary pushed around from what Polite could assume was holding it.
"Ignore the mess.."
Karma sheepishly sighed, picking up a little bit. His room was well lived in and not perfectly well kempt, but it had a charm to it.
Polite let out a small gasp at the sight of the man’s room, immediately looking around to all the kinds of wild life that were all around the room. It was so incredibly wonderful to him, and he just wanted to look at everything!
“There is absolutely no reason to apologize, my friend! Your room is incredible…I too have some plants lying around in my own room.”
Polite took a seat on Karma’s bed. Running a hand along the blanket, he was pleasantly surprised that it was soft and silk-like. Almost like his own sheets at home…
“I feel as if I could fall asleep easily in this bed of yours. It’s very nice.”
He gave a chuckle.
“It’s nice to be here. With you, Karma.”
“It’s always wonderful to spend time with a dear friend.”
Karma huffed, a sheepish blush light on his face from the flattering. Nervously, he started sorting and fiddling with items on his bedside table. After a moment of sorting, he picked up his reading glasses. His rough, well textured fingers gently started to rub over the metal of the frames, occasionally folding them open and shut, the metal pressing into the plush flesh of his finger. The abrasive, patterned skin of his finger gently swaddled the slim metal as he pressed into it, rubbing the tip of his finger back and forth on the metal.
"And it's really, really nice to be here with you too. Having visitors isn't necessarily common, but with my schedule, it's expected." Karma exhaled a laugh, his voice straight and firm (as per usual), his well worn hands still fiddling with his glasses.
He turned around, large back facing Polite as he looked at his room. He didn't seem tense nor overly relaxed, simply neutral. The leather of his cross-body belt slightly pulled on his shoulder, making the thick fabric of his jacket crease, but not harshly. Just soft creasing from the slight weight.
"Let me know which succulent you like the best, I could teach you how to germinate one."
Karma didn't finish the sentence (he prefered simpler words), but it was clear that if Polite already knew, he wouldn't explain. Karma was still fiddling, though, so that subliminal message wasn't the most obvious, but Karma was nice enough to not mind if someone didn't wanna talk much. He himself didn't like overexplaining or talking, so he didn't give two shits if someone didn't want him to. He prefered things get to the point, rather than beat around the bush.
Polite hummed for a moment, taking a look around at all of the different succulents, before landing on a random one. He didn’t quite have a favorite, he loved them all! So he decided to go with whichever one catches his eye first.
“How about that one over there? The one on your nightstand?”
A pointed a finger towards said succulent.
“You do not have to go into much detail if you do not want to, but I would not mind if you did.”
“I do quite enjoy listening to people.”
He scooched over, patting the open spot next to him, offering a place for Karma to sit at if he wanted to. It would be rude not to, of course!
Karma looked back towards Polite at the pat noise, then his eyes flicked to lock onto the succulent. He picked it up, making sure to be gentle with it, then teleported to be sat next to Polite, the bed dipping from his weight. Karma seemed much more relaxed now that he wasn't getting complimented (he wasn't used to direct compliments), his body language slack and soft.
"This is a crocodile plant. Type of aloe."
He began, rough finger grazing the spined, fat stubs of plant.
"Okay, so, basically.." Karma trailed off, narrowing his eyes slightly in thought, "They make more of themselves really often, which is what these little stubs here are around the larger one. After I cut it off, you'll need to keep it dry for a few days, so the wound from cutting it can heal. You own succulents, if I remember right. This succulent is different than most succulents. It'll turn mushy and such if you try to propigate it from a single spine and not a division from the original plant."
Karma's eyes flicked towards Polite's for a second before continuing.
"After you get it to stay alive-- and if it dies or something I can give you another, she reproduces herself alot-- Youll need to water it basically on the same schedule as most dry soiled succulents. Don’t plant too deeply to avoid rot and wait a couple of days before watering to reduce the risk of shock. These little babies are prone to rot and grow best in sandy soils that dry out quickly, and pots that allow drainage. They prefer six to eight hours of bright light every day. However, they will grow in partial sun if direct light isn’t an option. Oh! And, changes in light will evoke color changes in your plant, don't panic. It's normal. They change color alot."
Karma paused momentarily again to take a breath.
"The tips of the leaves turn a stunning red, yellow, and orange in response to bright light, and it looks unreal. As you can see."
Karma gently ran the pad of his pointer finger over the tip of one of the more outreaching, resting ones that really showed the color.
"Also choose a location in your garden with full sun, or plant in pots to move to the optimal position. They can handle partial sun (around four hours per day), but will grow far better when planted in a sunny spot."
"Oh, you can touch them by the way. Very soft spines, even if they look scary." Karma smiled when he clarified, gaze flicking to Polite only momentarily. He gently touched the spines when he looked back, giving an example. They're cold and almost soft to the touch, much like other succulents."Very cute little plants."
(**The plant, btw!!! idk, theyre cool and alien like, i feel like karma would like it enough to keep it on his bedside. either that or it was a gift or something. idk. i just like them.**)
Polite listened intently as Karma went on and on about the little succulent of his. Taking in all of the knowledge and information given to him by the man.
“They are quite adorable…”
Polite reached a hand out to gently touch alongside the plants spines, the fabric of his gloves being slightly dragged along as he did.
“You know so much about these plants, my friend. It truly is marveling. You may even know more than me!”
He giggled a little.
“You care very good care of your plants. I admire that about you. I have learned lots of new things today because of you.”
“I will most certainly take your advice when I get some more of these little guys.”
“You are very gentle with them. I find that charming.”
Polite gave a smile.
“I really do want you to come over sometime…I’d love to introduce you to all the pets I’ve gotten since I’ve last seen you.”
Karma asked, looking at Polite, eyes widening a little in shock. He could never even fathom having more than like... maybe a bug or something. It was jaw dropping that Polite was managing to care for more animals. He looked back at the plant.
"I would absolutely love to go and see your animals again. Sorry I haven't gotten around to it in awhile!" Karma smiled sheepishly before continuing, eyes trailing back to Polite's, "And thanks. I try my best to be gentle with and take care of them."
Karma's eyes went back to watch Polite's gloved hands, his smile turning into a subtle grin at how gentle Polite was being with his plant-- and without him having to ask him to be, too! Usually, with most others, he had to kinda tell them to be more gentle (even though the plant was sturdy) with it. Of course, he didn't mind when his plants were touched, it was just a little bit of a worry of his with a few specific succulents of his; ones that were gifts.
"Should I teleport us to your home? I would love to meet your animals-- and reconnect with the ones I've already met." Karma smiled, cheeks dimpling subtly, "Your little guys sound very cute."
After spawning in the correct materials, Karma quietly started pruning one of the offshoots from the mother-plant, deciding to go ahead and get that done. His focus went back to the plant, focusing on getting it all nice and ready for repotting. If anything, he would teleport into Polite's home and heal the thing if it wasn't doing too hot being rehomed-- not because of inadequate care, simply because plants can be quiet dramatic at times. Karma's brow furrowed a little in focus, his face showing his age well. The warm light from his windows assisted this look, though it complimented his looks well.
“If you’d like! I must warn you, though. The newer crabs can be a little skittish around new people…they also may climb all over you as well, to get a good idea of who you are.”
“Little tip, if you give them some cigarettes they’re sure to warm up to you quicker. Especially Davidoff ones.”
“I’m sure the snails will be alright with you, though. They are very calm and friendly.”
“…The crabs may pinch you a little. I do apologize in advance.”
There’s rustling nearby. A faint sound, but still audible to those who listened close enough.
A few minutes go by, and the rustling stops.
A figure starts to emerge from behind the trees.
“Oh dear…now where am I now? This is not where I wanted to be…”
Polite blinks before he looks around, trying to get a grasp on his surroundings. That’s until he spots Karma, who was currently minding his business. His expression immediately lightens up, giving a smile before he shuffled his way out of the forest and over to Karma.
“Karma Soldier! My friend! It is wonderful to see you!”
He calls out from behind. Trying not to sneak up on the fella.
~ @polite-espionage 🌼
"Ah!"
Karma flinched as he turned around, spooked only momentarily. Relaxing as soon as he saw Polite, he grinned, his eyes wide as hell, as per usual.
"Polite! What is up!"
Karma waved enthusiastically.
Before being spooked by Polite, he had been tending to his own, personal garden. It was mostly filled with normal plants, though there was the occasional flower. Alot of trees and a lot of odd looking, probably exotic plants. There were plants hanging from trees in baskets, their leaves and other extremities tangling in a pretty downwards spiral. Most of them were damp from watering-- clearly Karma's doing. The man had a water can in his offhand.
The area wasn't only decorated with exotic plants and such, there were also rocks, statues, stacks of said rocks, and even small ponds of water around. (Though of course in places one wouldn't accidentally step in, they were decorated heavily with long grasses and such.) The garden was obviously very well taken care of, and even had a few benches and other such decorations specifically for hanging out. Looking closely, there were mosses all around, all healthy and plump. I would describe the rest of the plants around the garden area, but I've done enough.
Karma looked a tad confused, though, Polite noticed. Just a slight twinge of it on the man's face. Hm.
Polite took a look around Karma’s garden, letting out a small gasp at the sight of all his beautiful and exotic plants that were all around. He had always had an interest in plants, mainly flowers, so the sight of Karma also having a garden excited him.
“Oh my- Karma! I did not know that you too had such a lovely garden! It’s absolutely gorgeous!”
Polite clasped his hands together in awe as he continued to take a look around. He would not touch anything though, not until he was given the okay to. It would be rude to touch other people’s things without permission.
“I would love to show you my garden too some time if you’d like…perhaps we can even share some tips with one another! It would be pleasant.”
“Enough with my rambling, though. How are you, my angel-winged friend?”
Karma stated as he turned around idly getting back to watering his plants. His garden was huge, and it was clear just looking around.
"You can look around freely, maybe give me some tips while you do so."
Karma glanced backwards at Polite, halo moving lazily with his head. It lacked behind his movements usually. He still looked like he had something to ask, that tight look on his face.
The plants he was currently watering were Spider plants, Snake plants, Zanzibar Gems, Pileas, and Peperomias. They slightly jiggled under the water that was gently poured over them, making a slight pattering noise as it did so. The upright and stiff ones (like the snake plant) just let the water run down themselves, soaking the moisture up.
“Why, of course! I do have plenty of things in mind…”
Polite began to ramble on about soil and about how much water you should give your plants and all of that. While he did that, he took a look around the garden, gently taking some by their leaves before running his thumb against them.
“Your plants are in excellent shape, my friend! Absolutely wonderful work, Karma.”
He gave the man a smile, before noticing the expression on his face.
"Euhrr," Karma subconsciously flashed his teeth, looking aside, "How did you.. get up here? Not complaining, just curious."
"And thanks! I have to take good care of them for them to stay green. It's also just something I do in my freetime, though my team usually does most of the work.. I'm usually more out and about, I have no time for things like this. I'm lucky I have time right now."
Karma laughed, though the twinge in his face told he was a little jealous. Karma has a deep, deep appreciation and love for anything on this earth (besides those who actively hurt others purposely), so he would, naturally, be jealous of his team. His team has all the time in the world to pamper the garden and relax, as they don't have the power and responsibility Karma does.
(*They literally can't help much besides teleporting and going invisible, while Karma has the true power of the bunch.*)
Karma did absolutely love his job, though, do not get him wrong. He wouldn't give it for the world (well, he would, but still), he just wished he had more time for the simpler things. Most freetime he got was being able to go around and help people, which he enjoyed, but he wished he could do simpler things once in awhile. Like caring for plants. While he does get to help animals once in awhile, it's mostly people and freaks, and that gets a little repetitive over the years.
“Ah, well…I do not quite remember! I was trying to make my way over to the BLU base when I believe I took a wrong turn…”
Polite scratched his chin, thinking back on how he could have gotten to where he was at the moment.
“It is quite alright, though. It is nice to spend time with a dear friend.”
He slid a hand up Karma’s back. He was suddenly back at Karma’s side, it was if Karma had blinked and Polite had somehow managed to get next to him without so much as a noise or movement. He was peculiar like that. Nothing could really be explained with him.
“I can see why you do not have much free time…you do have to go around and judge people and all of that.”
There was an expression of sympathy on his face.
“You do deserve to enjoy the simpler things, my friend. You do so much for the world.”
Karma's eyebrows raised a little at the touch, bristling only momentarily from the slight spook. He then relaxed, looking back at his plants, arms crossed. Karma had an look of contentment and thinking now as he stared at the greenery.
"I will have to look around later for how you managed to somehow get here. I don't want any potential freak hunters discovering it and getting in, or something."
Karma paused oncemore before replying to the other part of what Polite said, seemingly having momentarily forgotten what Polite had said.
"Yeah, yeah.." He grumbled softly, not exactly sure how to reply to that. Karma wasn't quite sure how he thought he's get away with talking about his schedule without Polite being.. well, polite. He hadn't really been seeking out tha reassurance, so he was still offput by it.
"Anyways," Karma cleared his throat into his fist before resting his hands on his hips. "What about those gardening tips, crouton? I've been thinking of getting some more flowers for the garden, but I both don't really know how to care for them and also I have zero clue what flowers thrive in the shaded yet large amount of sunlight these guys like. Plus the watering.. Gosh, I need to ask Heavy about the watering these guys like.." Karma still hadn't pulled away from Polite, as he was very much enjoying the affection. Not in a weird way, LMAO.
“I’d recommend Asters, Lantanas, Blanket Flowers, Salvia, and Sedums! They are heat resistant plants, and all need well draining soil. I do have a few seeds of those kinds back at my own garden if you would like them.”
Noticing Karma not pulling away from his touch, he decided to lay his head down on on his shoulder, looking up at him as he did.
“I’ve also got lots of extra soil as well… alongside gardening tools! I’d be more than happy to hand them over to you, my friend.”
“I would love to garden with you some time…it would be very fun.”
"Are you sure? I can easily spawn some seed packets in." Karma asked before visibly flustering at the touch.
(*like how you use the word for like a chicken getting all fluffed up when you touch them unexpectedly sometimes*)
"Gosh, I don't know if I could accept that offer, Polite. I could spawn in some plants and rocks and other things in trade, maybe?" Karma paused momentarily before nodding lower lip going out slightly in thought, "And yeah, that sounds fun gardening. I could teach you about my succulents in my room, less you already keep them and know how they work well. Very cool plants." Karma seemed to relax the more he talked, thinking about his plants. Thank the lord succulents rarely need watering, or else the only plants he takes care of by himself would be dead and dust by now. Well, it's not like he can't just heal them, but whatever. It's the thought that counts.
...
Feels inhumane having to bring something he killed back to like repeatedly-- even if it's a plant.
“Of course, my friend. In fact, I do believe I actually have them right here!”
Polite reached into his back pocket, before pulling out multiple seed packets, some gardening tools, and also like 3 bags of soil. All in one hand, somehow.
“Here you go, gifts, for you!”
He handed all of the things over to Karma, they stacked up pretty tall all things considered.
“Also, I would love to see your succulents! I do believe I have some, but I’d still love to see them nevertheless.”
“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen your room before as well! What a fun new experience!”
Karma, slightly taken aback by the cartoony abundance of items in Polite's hand, leaned his head back slightly in shock, eyebrows high. He grunted when they were handed over, having to balance them, though he was kinda shitty with it. After he huffed a nervous laugh, he put the stuff down, leaning the bags and such on the wall of the main plant holder thing.
"Thanks!" Karma nodded, taking a second to adjust them so they didn't fall.
A second later, he straightened his posture and stood, starting to walk towards the (slightly hidden) door to the castle. He looked behind himself, making sure Polite was following. He would put the items that polite had gifted away properly later.
A subtle flash of light appeared in one of his hands, though he attempted to hide it.
Polite noticed the little glimpse of light, but he didn’t question it. He figured it was just a thing Karma did. His front pocket did feel a little heavier though…
He looked over at the hidden door that Karma was leading him towards, before stopping one they both had reached it.
“You know…I did not know that you have a castle! It is quite beautiful. Almost everything here is quite beautiful.”
“You included, my karma giving friend!”
He gave another smile, this one a little more sincere than his previous ones. Not that the other ones weren’t sincere of course!
Karma chuckled, gentle but clear wrinkles showing harsher in the contrasting light of the fires, lanterns, and other such things.
"Thanks! I try my best to keep this castle (and myself) looking nice and tidy. It's pretty easy, though, as all I have to do is kinda just.. snap?" Karma paused, "Well, not snap, its moreso just standing still and teleporting mess elsewhere-- unless it's trash," He rambled as he walked, leading Polite to his room. They passed a few rooms with various labels and such, and went up a staircase as he spoke. Their steps reverberated off of the stone walls of the castle, echoing pleasingly.
"Oh, and you're quite pretty yourself, Polite." Karma ended his rant, stopping infront of his door, abrasive hand touching his door. There was visibly a spot where the wood was darker and shiner, clearly from touch over the years. His, like all the other doors, had no doorknob, instead you pushed it open. The wood was heavy and solid, and could clearly withstand alot. With little effort, Karma pushed the door open, holding it for Polite. The door was kinda heavy, and he also wanted to return the polite behavior.
Inside, there were succulents all around Karma's room-- hanging from the ceiling, sitting on shelves in long containers, or on his nightstand. There were a few terrariums aswell, and they visibly were thriving. Self sustaining terrarium, Polite could notice, basing it off of the small bugs he could see inside aswell as the condensation on the glass. The ceiling of Karma's room was relatively high, though he had a modestly sized room. There was a carpet in the middle of the room, and one smaller one in a corner, two places rubbed into it from kneeling and praying. There were rosary beads on his nightstand, near one of the succulents, glasses, an unlit lantern, and a few books. Karma's bed was very neat aswell, having a prettily patterned, silk-like sheet overtop the actual, heavy looking, thick blanket. There were two pillows, laid near the headboard, and there was another, much longer, laid vertically on the bed, the fluff inside cleary pushed around from what Polite could assume was holding it.
"Ignore the mess.."
Karma sheepishly sighed, picking up a little bit. His room was well lived in and not perfectly well kempt, but it had a charm to it.
Polite let out a small gasp at the sight of the man’s room, immediately looking around to all the kinds of wild life that were all around the room. It was so incredibly wonderful to him, and he just wanted to look at everything!
“There is absolutely no reason to apologize, my friend! Your room is incredible…I too have some plants lying around in my own room.”
Polite took a seat on Karma’s bed. Running a hand along the blanket, he was pleasantly surprised that it was soft and silk-like. Almost like his own sheets at home…
“I feel as if I could fall asleep easily in this bed of yours. It’s very nice.”
He gave a chuckle.
“It’s nice to be here. With you, Karma.”
“It’s always wonderful to spend time with a dear friend.”
Karma huffed, a sheepish blush light on his face from the flattering. Nervously, he started sorting and fiddling with items on his bedside table. After a moment of sorting, he picked up his reading glasses. His rough, well textured fingers gently started to rub over the metal of the frames, occasionally folding them open and shut, the metal pressing into the plush flesh of his finger. The abrasive, patterned skin of his finger gently swaddled the slim metal as he pressed into it, rubbing the tip of his finger back and forth on the metal.
"And it's really, really nice to be here with you too. Having visitors isn't necessarily common, but with my schedule, it's expected." Karma exhaled a laugh, his voice straight and firm (as per usual), his well worn hands still fiddling with his glasses.
He turned around, large back facing Polite as he looked at his room. He didn't seem tense nor overly relaxed, simply neutral. The leather of his cross-body belt slightly pulled on his shoulder, making the thick fabric of his jacket crease, but not harshly. Just soft creasing from the slight weight.
"Let me know which succulent you like the best, I could teach you how to germinate one."
Karma didn't finish the sentence (he prefered simpler words), but it was clear that if Polite already knew, he wouldn't explain. Karma was still fiddling, though, so that subliminal message wasn't the most obvious, but Karma was nice enough to not mind if someone didn't wanna talk much. He himself didn't like overexplaining or talking, so he didn't give two shits if someone didn't want him to. He prefered things get to the point, rather than beat around the bush.
Polite hummed for a moment, taking a look around at all of the different succulents, before landing on a random one. He didn’t quite have a favorite, he loved them all! So he decided to go with whichever one catches his eye first.
“How about that one over there? The one on your nightstand?”
A pointed a finger towards said succulent.
“You do not have to go into much detail if you do not want to, but I would not mind if you did.”
“I do quite enjoy listening to people.”
He scooched over, patting the open spot next to him, offering a place for Karma to sit at if he wanted to. It would be rude not to, of course!
Karma looked back towards Polite at the pat noise, then his eyes flicked to lock onto the succulent. He picked it up, making sure to be gentle with it, then teleported to be sat next to Polite, the bed dipping from his weight. Karma seemed much more relaxed now that he wasn't getting complimented (he wasn't used to direct compliments), his body language slack and soft.
"This is a crocodile plant. Type of aloe."
He began, rough finger grazing the spined, fat stubs of plant.
"Okay, so, basically.." Karma trailed off, narrowing his eyes slightly in thought, "They make more of themselves really often, which is what these little stubs here are around the larger one. After I cut it off, you'll need to keep it dry for a few days, so the wound from cutting it can heal. You own succulents, if I remember right. This succulent is different than most succulents. It'll turn mushy and such if you try to propigate it from a single spine and not a division from the original plant."
Karma's eyes flicked towards Polite's for a second before continuing.
"After you get it to stay alive-- and if it dies or something I can give you another, she reproduces herself alot-- Youll need to water it basically on the same schedule as most dry soiled succulents. Don’t plant too deeply to avoid rot and wait a couple of days before watering to reduce the risk of shock. These little babies are prone to rot and grow best in sandy soils that dry out quickly, and pots that allow drainage. They prefer six to eight hours of bright light every day. However, they will grow in partial sun if direct light isn’t an option. Oh! And, changes in light will evoke color changes in your plant, don't panic. It's normal. They change color alot."
Karma paused momentarily again to take a breath.
"The tips of the leaves turn a stunning red, yellow, and orange in response to bright light, and it looks unreal. As you can see."
Karma gently ran the pad of his pointer finger over the tip of one of the more outreaching, resting ones that really showed the color.
"Also choose a location in your garden with full sun, or plant in pots to move to the optimal position. They can handle partial sun (around four hours per day), but will grow far better when planted in a sunny spot."
"Oh, you can touch them by the way. Very soft spines, even if they look scary." Karma smiled when he clarified, gaze flicking to Polite only momentarily. He gently touched the spines when he looked back, giving an example. They're cold and almost soft to the touch, much like other succulents."Very cute little plants."
(**The plant, btw!!! idk, theyre cool and alien like, i feel like karma would like it enough to keep it on his bedside. either that or it was a gift or something. idk. i just like them.**)
Polite listened intently as Karma went on and on about the little succulent of his. Taking in all of the knowledge and information given to him by the man.
“They are quite adorable…”
Polite reached a hand out to gently touch alongside the plants spines, the fabric of his gloves being slightly dragged along as he did.
“You know so much about these plants, my friend. It truly is marveling. You may even know more than me!”
He giggled a little.
“You care very good care of your plants. I admire that about you. I have learned lots of new things today because of you.”
“I will most certainly take your advice when I get some more of these little guys.”
“You are very gentle with them. I find that charming.”
Polite gave a smile.
“I really do want you to come over sometime…I’d love to introduce you to all the pets I’ve gotten since I’ve last seen you.”
Karma asked, looking at Polite, eyes widening a little in shock. He could never even fathom having more than like... maybe a bug or something. It was jaw dropping that Polite was managing to care for more animals. He looked back at the plant.
"I would absolutely love to go and see your animals again. Sorry I haven't gotten around to it in awhile!" Karma smiled sheepishly before continuing, eyes trailing back to Polite's, "And thanks. I try my best to be gentle with and take care of them."
Karma's eyes went back to watch Polite's gloved hands, his smile turning into a subtle grin at how gentle Polite was being with his plant-- and without him having to ask him to be, too! Usually, with most others, he had to kinda tell them to be more gentle (even though the plant was sturdy) with it. Of course, he didn't mind when his plants were touched, it was just a little bit of a worry of his with a few specific succulents of his; ones that were gifts.
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