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Reading over the local Paralia paper, Laurent feels his brows raise in utter bewilderment at reading on the first article, all in bold and the words seeming to verily jump out of the page in urgency - 'Bomb threat in Kairos hospital'.
...Goodness. Some of the stuff that apparently goes on there while he's busy with work here in Paralia, honestly...
Hmm…That’s odd. As she read over the message, Cherche felt as if she knew this person from somewhere, but she couldn’t remember meeting them for the life of her. Surely her memory wasn’t that bad…
To: laurent From: cherche
yes, very! they are very complex and simple at the same time and you could even compare them to humans! i've heard about that actually! but is there anyway to tell the difference between those calls? oh don't worry! it's fine! ^_^ i'm cherche! it's a pleasure to meet you!
To: Cherche
From ParaliaEludicator (Laurent):
Many animals and humans have intriguing facts in common - and I should not doubt the fact that majority of them can actually be smarter than some people sometimes, but now I'm rambling on the subject too much, aren't I? My apologies!
Logically pertaining the difference between the calls can be hard if you do not know how, but they all seem to sound different according to emotion - for example, the call of an angry raven tends to be short, sharp, like an irritated person 'snapping' at one folk or another. It's all rather interesting, is it not?
It's a pleasure to meet you too, facts aside. If you would like, perhaps I could send you messages frequently with further facts I might discover? I should very much like to be of assistance to a fellow person, whether they be a fellow Paralian like myself or situated in Kairos...
that doggie in the window [ joseph & ??? ]
Puppies for sale.
Puppies for sale?
Puppies… for sale…!!
For someone who’s always been a dog person, puppies for sale is probably the best thing he could possibly read on a sign. Thankfully, to Joseph’s relief, the establishment would allow those who weren’t able to buy the puppies to play with them regardless, and that’s what Joseph found himself to be doing now.
How strange it must be, to see a behemoth of a young man playing with puppies like a child. He’s surrounded by puppies, absolutely surrounded, and the look on his face tells him to be just about as happy as a child in a candy store. In particular, Joseph has managed to fall in love with a small Samoyed. Cute as a button and fluffy to boot, Joseph finds himself cradling the attention hog and squishing her face, before bumping noses with her.
"Haha, yer cute as a lil’ button, ain’t ya, darlin’!" He cooed, before pulling her into a hug. With the canine burrowing her face into the young man’s scarf, Joseph couldn’t help but look up at the scenery. For his first visit to Paralia, he couldn’t help but say this was one of the coolest places he’s ever been to. Unfortunately, the city is where Joseph needed to say, which means… no playing with puppies when he goes back home.
Flowers. There’s flowers just about everywhere, and Joseph can’t help but feel just a little gay, all cuddled up to a giant puff when he’s surrounded by all these goddamn flowers. With that thought in mind, it would be just a little bit embarrassing when Joseph’s gaze landed on a particular figure. Staring dead… at him?
A quick glance around… as cute as these puppies are, Joseph’s the only one in the play area… so why’s this person staring at him like that? Joseph’s expression changed from a puppy lover in heaven to a huffy young man in a moment’s notice, and he couldn’t help but hug the white fluff closer as he glared at the stranger.
"What," was all he barked (haha!) at them. Mind your manners, Joseph!
Now, being a person who lived in Paralia, and knowing that this festival only came around once a year - Laurent was taking in the sights, the wonderful smells of so many flowers mixed together - and last but most importantly, the people that had come to enjoy the festivities. By observing and taking notes on what people seemed to enjoy most this festival, perhaps he could thus aid fellow Paralians in making the celebration even better next year?
Even if he was not allowed to do so, to take note on how people seemed to change and react to such an abundance of colour and cheer made for an interesting thing to study scientifically was - like collecting physical evidence that bright things made folks happier. Perhaps he should re-paint his fortune-telling shop in Paralia similarly bright colours to attract more interest, then? The possibilities were endless, indeed.
Glancing along the crowds as he walked, a tall fellow inside the play area of a pet store catches the bespectacled Laurent's eye. Animals are indeed rather adorable (not that he'd ever admit to such out loud for obvious reasons), so it's natural that anyone would be swept away by being able to play with the dogs at length. He seemed quite smitten with a large fluffy pup, too, the stranger, and...oh. It seemed like the stranger had caught him staring, and understandably demanded with a annoyed bark what he wanted.
"Ah, do forgive me...it is merely that even though I have lived in Paralia for a long time, seeing folks enjoying this festival in different ways is always an interest and a delight to watch. So I couldn't help but see the amount of joy you seemed to be having with that little pup there, you see...it is nice that the city allows you to get to know the canines, no? Also, I am watching folk to see how I can assist in improving on festivals in the future. I didn't mean to unsettle you."
Tipping his hat in further apology, Laurent then mused:
"I shan't tell anyone of what you were doing, if that is the reason for your guarded reaction, by the way..."
Some people did things in this festival which they might not like being spread around to everyone, and Laurent - being a Paralia native himself - understood this.
♙. the spring crowning {event|open
Being a local from Paralia, Robin had known the festival was coming as soon as March rolled around. It was something the male looked forward to every year for as long as he could recall. He enjoyed everything the festival had to offer, especially the sight of people getting along so well with smiles on their faces. He likes to think that it’s the nice weather and bright flowers that help put people in a better mood than when they arrived.
Already he had been ambushed by a group of children that often visited the library he worked. They wasted no time adorning the young adult with different flowers, placing most in his jacket pockets and in his hair. He did wear the crown they fashioned for him with great pride while he walked around.
The extra flowers they had given him were put to good use, their stems intertwined together to make another crown. Though it isn’t something he does often, flower crown making comes easy enough to the male, having done it enough times in the past when he was younger. He had to yet to do anything at the festival really, besides walk around the square and pluck flowers from the overhanging baskets as he went along. Those were used to fill in whatever gaps the crown he was currently making had.
Once it’s done, he holds his finished product out to admire, quite pleased with the fact that it seems pretty decent. He thinks that it’s best not to let it go waste and looks around the crowd for someone lacking a crown of their own. It only takes a few seconds to find one close by. Without hesitation, the male walks up to them, presenting the item with a large and friendly smile.
❛I noticed you didn’t have one, so you can take this one if you’d like. It’s freshly made.❜
Ah - though he'd been in Paralia a good many years now, the sheer amount of beauty that always appeared every March on the festival was truly a wondrous surprise every time: it seemed like the folks in charge of decorating the square with floral decorations and stalls outdid themselves every year. Unable to hold back a smile as he carefully walked through the square, having closed his fortune-telling shop for today because it was indeed a most special time and festival - he had to pause his walking and surveying of the small stalls frequently.
Ah, the children seemed to particularly adore this festival as well, and all the happiness and enjoyment was quite infectious, to be honest~ so he couldn't exactly keep his usual serious expression on a day like today. Oh well. He could afford to not look serious for this festival, and not seem 'childish', ha. Adjusting his hat and tipping it in a respectful, cheery manner to yet another group of children that barrelled past him like wayward firecrackers, he froze completely at suddenly feeling a weight other than that of his hat on his head. Wha...?
Turning around bewilderedly, he caught sight of a fellow Paralian. Ah, just enjoying the festivities? Relaxing once he saw the person and logically knew the weight was likely just a flower crown, Laurent couldn't help extending a rather bemused smile to the other at it all.
"I can't help but wonder how you even got the flower crown over my hat a bit...it must have been a rather large flower crown to do so - but thank you exceedingly for the kind motion. I don't believe we've met, even though you are clearly a fellow Paralian, actually...might I know your name?"
fashion sense ;
"I mean, your way of dressing is different from everyone else but do hear me out, you could shop for a few things. It’s why we have these outlets!" Now, she knew that stitching up some clothes would do everyone good but she believed that the could budge— even if it was just a little. “It would not hurt you—” maybe his pocket, "to try on something and purchase it. I’m sure I’ve seen things that might be to your liking. I could show you. Though, the male attire is quite something to choose from. But I’m not saying to replace your hat, it really helps in the summer doesn’t it?"
Listening, she had a feeling that her next choice was one that would have been rejected. This happened all the time, almost to the point that she was getting use to it. Luckily she knew that these things were to happen which brought the female to hand up her options. She really did believe the one she chose last was something very ideal but there was a holiday barrier. It was a shame, but that didn’t have to hold them back. A step forward, “But Cynthia is as cheery as Christmas.” It was true, the female being happy twenty four-seven but that didn’t seem to matter. Shaking her head as she felt defeated, she was lectured on the fact of her other choice.
"Are you saying that I’m not good at this shopping deal? No, that is exactly what you are saying but I thought Cynthia would want something more out there than what typical people wore. I didn’t think something like the other outfits were for intimate times, they seemed fine to me. I’ve even seen others wear them but having my sister wear something like other’s would make her the same as them, when in reality she is someone that I don’t think anyone could try and copy. I should have thought of that before picking out any of these outfits, forgive me Laurent, I was not thinking."
The other had won the battle, but not the war! Though there wasn’t exactly a war but she did bend to her defeat in allowing someone else to help her. Then again, it wasn’t as if they were going against one another, even hearing that the other would gladly help with this for her. It sounded fine with her and she wouldn’t knock the teamwork, besides, working alone was a very unfitting feeling for her.
"Alright! If you help me, I’ll help you." Though he should know that she would have helped him either way. "I’ll give you a map out of here once we find the perfect outfit for Cynthia and maybe she’ll give you a hug," regardless, "when she sees you?"
"You are quite correct - to purchase new articles of clothing as we need them is why such stores as these exist and do so well, but I am, I'm am quite afraid - a bit of a stickler for old habits. Unless something's close in style and comfortableness to wear as what I'm already wearing, I won't really be interested in it for myself...I suppose I'm too used to wearing a particular type of clothing, logically...but trying something new rarely might...be an interesting event."
Maybe he could find something to wear for incredibly special or important occasions? "I wouldn't mind your advice on something for a special occasion." Maybe if Lucina was distracted with aiding him find...clothes, Cynthia wouldn't be stuck with something that she'd have to delicately tell her sister she would never wear. He...supposed this was one of those ' take one for the team' sort of moments, not that he'd say so aloud.
The Christmas item being placed back, Laurent mused: "While you are indeed correct in Cynthia being as cheery as that afore mentioned holiday, perhaps that might be something more suited for an actual Christmas gift to wear at the holidays, and not now." Everyone wore silly things on Christmas and adored it, so, at very least, Lucina had spotted ONE thing that could be okay to wear - just not NOW, at this particular time of year.
Sighing to himself in relief that his forthright honesty had not offended Lucina in any manner as of yet as he carefully followed her around the racks and racks of clothes, he nodded. "Indeed, you understand my meaning of the matter most effectively - to try and assume Cynthia would wear the same thing as anyone else is not a wise manouver. You and I would do most the same thing: each of us would like to wear our own things, and not have to follow 'usual' fashion - but a map would indeed be most helpful!"
The hug sounded nic - wait, no. No no no stop that thought right there. He was a serious and adult man, allowing hugs all the time might look childish, and he got awkward with....close physical contact, for whatever reasons. "A simple thank you would more than suffice as thanks..."
Introverted statements aside, he didn't mind whatever Lucina would pick out for himself...if it helped Cynthia a little bit, well then, he was happy, even if it may mean wearing something rather silly in public.
(( My apologies for not being online of late, I was preoccuiped with other things, but my work isn't as hectic lately! If you want to do something with the event with this nerdy magu let me know! Or just like this post for a normal open starter, I'm happy to do that too, while I work on replies that I owe. ))
Annie sits quietly in the library, the end of a pencil stuck between her teeth, eyes fixated on math equations she can’t understand. But for all her silent consistencies, her ears still manage to pick up a muffled sound that pricks the air.
It starts off safe enough - harmless and easy to ignore, but when the low hum becomes an understandable buzz she points an already narrowed gaze upward, spotting someone with headphones plugged in and a song that’s now blaring loudly enough for her to understand the lyrics.
So she plucks her pencil from between her teeth and suddenly flings it their way - sailing over the tables and chairs between them - feeling pleased when it lands with a smack against their forehead.
Due to today's 'selling' in his store in Paralia being cut short sooner than expected (a young man brought a crow into his shop to get herbs for it's injured wing, and in the process his flock of OTHER crows following him had made such a mess he'd had to quickly find the herbs, give them to the man, and usher him out so he could clean the mess and then let the shop....recover from the ordeal) Laurent had found his way to Kairos once again.
Only, this time, instead of pondering around and getting himself lost, he'd decided to go to somewhere he DID know in hopes of finding friends and allies he could check up on there. The Kairos library, a wonderful place that he enjoyed visiting more than any other place in Kairos, for it's wonderful variety of useful tomes and scintillating information - yet, the one downside was that he adored all the books here so much that he could never seemingly pick just ONE book.
Limiting himself to only a few books was a challenge, and yet, a humming nearby distracts this enjoyment, the tall male's serious expression shifting into a visible scowl as the hum picks up, changing to a blaring song - the offending party noticing his look and flinching away. Perhaps it was his shining glasses that cowed the other, but either way, he was - ow.
...A pencil had suddenly smacked him on the bridge of his nose.
Good thing it hadn't smacked his glasses off, but... had the fact the noisy stranger could well have been avoiding the pencil thrown at them, been the true reason why the headphone-wearer had backed away and taken their noisy music elsewhere, and not his glasses? It seemed likely.
Bending down to pick up the pencil, the male then stood and peered short-sightedly round until he spotted who he assumed must have thrown the pencil, then walking to the girl in question.
"It was a valiant throw, but it didn't quite hit the noisy music-player. Here's your writing tool back. Thank you kindly for getting rid of the noise, though..." That said, he attempted to hand the pencil back, despite rubbing at the bridge of his nose a bit with his free hand.
Hopefully, after giving the pencil back, he could return to trying to pick books out in peace.
go to church lol. [ metatron + laurent ]
Well, that speech was a wild ride from the beginning to the end. Metatron was used to being lectured, sure — not so much by random citizens, though. Nevertheless, the man seemed interested in the sale enough to ask about it further, and that’s all he needed; better a tough crowd than none.
“Of course, Sir, that’s a wonderful idea! As soon as we collect enough money to make noticeable banners, we’ll do so. For now, though, I suppose you’re stuck with little ol’ me. I promise I get better as time passes.” Aka, you’ll probably get used to this. He’d say he’s like wine, but at this point, he feels like he’s pushing it anyway.
After a short pause, he offers the man a small nod, pointing to a few people still setting their stands up. The church was an awkward space to work with; you had to be wary of the pews, avoid the statues and make sure your stand was still visible to human eye. No wonder some people took so long to get their stuff done.
“Yup, we’ve just started the sale today, in fact! It’s nothing big so far, but we hope to get more supporters and sellers soon. Perhaps if we attract the right kind of attention, there’ll be no need for such things in the near future.”
"Why not consider making your own with simple materials for the time being? If anything, it would assist in your noble cause until you can obtain proper banners, but ah, I do suppose I'm rambling, and hand-made objects may not last as long as one likes here. Goodness, in all my advice-given, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself, haven't I? That was slightly remiss of me - my apologies. Laurent, at your keenest service."
A small, polite, tip of his pointed hat, there, before he followed the man's gestures of the hand to observe the small stands, some already done with the initial set-up and peddling wares now, whereas others were a bit slower and took their time with it.
"I see...and perhaps, if someone from Paralia supported the church and let folks know about this sale, that would no doubt aid you in earning more money for the sale and thus aid further renovation of this church, no? Given you'd be getting attention from the other side of the town and all. I come from Paralia, and run a small buisness myself... I should be more than pleased to extend an offer of assistance in the matter where I can. And in exchange...would you be aversed to me coming to the church continually? It's such a wonderful old building, you see...that I can't help feeling intrigued by it. What is it's history? What kind of people ran it before?"
Laurent adjusted his glasses, there, as he mused:
"I would love to study the place more, in a brief summation of all I said before. That is, if you don't mind accepting my offer."
fashion sense ;
She couldn’t tell if it was awkward that running into the other was to happen, the female raising her brow since was that truly Laurent. They had spoke from time to time and it was fine and she had grown use to seeing him and exchanging words. Though, he wasn’t the type that she’d see out in a place like this, maybe more business oriented places or something like that but it didn’t stop her from taking his help. He was kind enough to not turn her around which brought the female to hold a smile upon her features.
"Fancy meeting you here, I would have thought you’d avoid outlets such as these." Nor did she think he was a shopper but here he was, indulging in the shopping lifestyle like every other customer. Holding onto the clothes still, she looked at both in turn as she waited for his commentary. He was an honest man and she’d take his word depending on what was said, there was never a day they got off on a bad start so she took in whatever he was willing to state. It wasn’t strange to her in order to gain these friends during her stay.
Surely, she wouldn’t trade them for anything more. Nothing more, nothing less. She enjoyed this feeling to have them even with their honest to heartbreaking answers. Lucina frowned as she was to speak bad words towards his own clothing, a shake of her head as she tried to guide him in another direction. “You have a perfect sense when it comes to fashion, it’s just what you like, right?” She asked, waiting for an answer as she trailed to his next statement. It was true, the female was more energetic than Lucina and courage followed in one another’s hearts.
With his words, he was right, maybe she needed something much more bright? That was what they called energetic, wasn’t that right? Placing the clothes back where she had gotten them, the female was on the hunt again, keeping in Laurent’s words as she did so. “But you had to be here for a reason, are you shopping for a hat or something.” Teasing slightly as she picked up a rather decent looking outfit before swapping out for something much more better. Showing it to the male, the newest outfit she picked up.
"Better?"
"It is indeed an odd coincidence I should meet you here, is it not? You are correct, normally I spend more time mending my old clothes rather than buy new ones - therby meaning I save money and waste less time in crowded spaces as these - but if I am being entirely honest, I only came to Kairos in my usual efforts to find and assist my friends, such as yourself...but being as used to my homeplace of Paralia, the twists of the city caused me to lose my way."
Though he felt quite internally embarrassed to admit that he, of all people, had gotten lost, especially in front of someone he respected in some small way as a friend - the fact was that Lucina probably knew as well as he did he knew the countryside of Paralia better then Kairos, any day. As such, it was likely natural for him to get befuddled by the city's turns as he had here. His internal embarrassment suddenly slowly changed to more of an external one, despite a valiant attempt to keep a serious face, at the unexpected compliment.
"Ah...? Well, not many people of Kairos share that view, Lucina. Thank you."
He wasn't sure why, but perhaps the deja vu had something to do with why even the simplest constructed of compliments that Lucina gave him lowered his ability to make as length and explanatory speech as he might like. Yes, it must do, because there was no other logical way why he'd lose some of his ability of speech.
"I could never replace this hat, you know. It's something very important to me...granted, I know it must be older than I myself happen to be, yet - " However, his explanations of why he never would replace his beloved pointy hat were cut short at the next two dresses Lucina showed.
..........Oh dear. No.
That...wasn't a lot better.
"The sweets-covered item is a dress meant only to be worn on Christmas times, actually, I am afraid to say."
Pausing to glance over the offending items, he sighed.
Clearly, hoping that the next dresses Lucina picked would be marginally less...well...was a futile battle, so - the most logical course of action was to just be honest with his friend, but be gentle as possible with the honesty: he didn't wish to make his friend feel terrible.
"Lucina. I respect you a great deal as a friend. However, in this one area, I believe your judgement needs to have a bit of honesty directed at it, for your own sake. Most of the dresses you have picked, well, they're only the sort of clothing one usually wears for...private occasions. Private intimate occasions, at that. What do you say I try suggesting something? Granted, I could end up picking something you find that your sister would not wear, but...perhaps if we team up together on this, I am sure with our thus combined effort and knowledge, we can pick something she will adore."
Looking satsified with this logical conclusion, the male smiled. As...much as his serious face could, anyway.
"Working together on this seems better than picking at things neither of us can guess alone, in all honesty."
To: all contacts! From: cherche
did you know that ants have been known to raid neighboring colonies and kidnap larvae and then put the larvae to work or devour them? fascinating, really!! some queen ants can even live for many years and have millions of babies!
[ParaliaEludicator has signed in!]
ParaliaEludicator: Ah, is that so?
ParaliaEludicator: Animals are truly quite fascinating, aren't they?
ParaliaEludicator: My mother told me that raven's calls can express tenderness, happiness, surprise, and rage emotion-wise, so there's wonderfully interesting facts about all animals, I believe.
...Oh, my apologies. I didn't mean to get out of hand with the information.
My name is Laurent.
It's nice to meet you.
((He's...not about to say there's a powerful sense of deja vu here, because that'd be silly.))
✻; sweet treats || OPEN
Slender arms raise over the head of the teen as she stretches after a long day at school, with a sharp inhale given as she does so. Looking up at the sky above her, she gives a lazy blink or two before averting her gaze back to the earth below, brushing back some of the silver hair that has made its way onto her face.
Days at school were, typically, days she enjoyed. Seven is fond of her classmates and even her underclassmen, and how they always greet her each day with a smile and eager words. She had no idea why so many people look up to her, but she is rather glad most people haven’t seemed to be too off put by her cold demeanor at first. Unfortunately, however, it’s always after school that she comes at a loss as to what to do.
Despite her popularity of sorts, Seven had few friends… Well, it’s safer to say she had none. Apparently her supposed good traits made her harder to approach for others, and Seven herself had always been a little shy with asking people to hang out with her… So now, as always, she walks home alone, unsure of just how to spend her free time for the day.
Swinging her bag over her shoulder as she promenades on through the streets, she gives a small sigh, perhaps lamenting a bit over her somewhat timid nature over such personal things. As she passes through some shops, however, one in particular catches Seven’s eye, causing her to stop in her tracks and turn to face the window in question.
Cute cakes, all lined up in a row for public viewing. How adorable! she thinks. Seven doesn’t believe she’s indulged in any sort of confectionery for quite some time and she thinks she’s been working rather hard in school so… Why not treat herself? It’s not bad to do so once and a while, after all. Taking notice of the person beside her looking into the window as well, she somehow builds up her courage and turns to look at them, her expression looking rather stern (by default).
"They… Look rather good, don’t they? I think the one with the strawberry on top looks the tastiest…"
The person staring into the cake window was, in all honesty - only peering (slightly short-sightedly through his glasses) in at the visually appealing cakes out of mild curiosity: what kind of ingredients did the bakers here use? Did their baking style differ from Paralia's? Truly, the things here in Kairos were always so different than the lifestyle in Paralia that he couldn't help feeling a mixture of awe and slight intimidation at it all every time he came here - however, someone else peering in through the window akin to him disrupted his thoughts, Laurent blinking and turning to face the other.
"Indeed...there is no denying the appeal these confectioneries hold on the senses. It's a lot different than the wares Paralia offers, so I merely looked into the window of curiosity. Personally, I like savoury things more than sweet, but to each their own. The ones with the strawberries on them are quite...adorable, almost, however."
Adjusting his glasses after speaking for a moment, Laurent then spoke again.
"Ah....I didn't introduce myself in all that musing, my apologies. My name is Laurent - as you may have guessed from my prior statement about this confectionery being different than the ones I am most used to, I am from Paralia, visiting this place. Might I have the pleasure of knowing your name, also?"
When meeting someone he didn't know, the most important thing to the tall-hat wearing male was to be as formal and 'polite' as possible.
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Cautious in her steps, the Exalt allowed her senses to be her guide, sight to move her hands, hearing to tell her when to move her legs. She was becoming one in her actions that needed no one else. Digits grasping fabric within her hands, she held it close to her body to see if it would be a nice fit. The way it rested upon her, she would have purchased it quick haste but there was a pause in her actions. She could be charitable this once since she spotted someone who was browsing around the clothes racks.
Placing the contents back onto it’s rack, she turned from her spot to question the person who caught her interest but to see them leave so soon told Lucina that she should return back to what was more important. Buying various cloths for her and her sister, Cynthia. It wasn’t every day the female was given this chance, she absolutely adored it unlike other’s but everything she usually chose was cast to the side.
This time, she would not allow that to happen. Finding something that Cynthia would care to wear was of most priority. Eyes scanning another display rack of dresses, there were two that had caught her attention. The way they were stitched, how the colors blended in with one another. She was sure that they would perfectly shape the body that the younger was lacking. Fine with her decision, she believed that having someone else give their opinion would not hurt.
Mouth slowly opening for the first time within the store, a light ‘ahh’ sound forming as words much more desired spoken. "May I have your attention?" She requested, holding up one of the dresses that she had chose. "Tell me, which of these tickles your fancy? Would it be the first or.." Silence following after now as her other hand raised up the second choice, "Maybe this would be much more preferable?"
"I am to shop for my sibling and I haven’t an idea which one of the two lovely dresses I should purchase. I was hoping for a hand with this."
Having done his work in Paralia for the time being, Laurent was now - as was usual for him - in the other side of the city, keeping an eye on those he considered friends and helping them in any way he could, yet, the city was so big and sprawling in comparison to his place of Paralia. Truth be told, he more often than not found himself quite lost and befuddled in the city's depths: and it had happened yet again, today. Should he take a right or a left to get out of this building....? Oh dear, how terribly embarrassing.
He could tell he was inside a clothing store at the moment, at least. There...had to be a map or something around here, right? If he just kept a calm and level head, everything would be fine, and he should find his way back to more familiar surrounds soon enough. He felt kind of out of place in all these 'fancy' and 'intricate' clothes, but a familiar voice disrupted his slight state of worry.
Ah, ironic that he should find one of those people he considered a 'friend' when he was a bit lost in Kairos - he'd spoken to this lady a few times, despite them both being in different parts of the city, and so they had become friends...despite an odd feeling of deja vu whenever he spoke to her.
"Ah? You are in need of assistance? Why, I'd be quite honoured to help however I can, you know this."
He'd help his friend Lucina, and in turn, she would hopefully point him in the right direction. This was why he didn't like roaming around Kairos too often, sigh...he wouldn't get lost in Paralia.
However, on sight of the two dresses Lucina had in mind for Cynthia, Laurent had to try very, very hard to not sputter in a mixture of disbelief and flustered nature - neither of those dressed seemed....appropriate wear for the young madam Cynthia. At all.
"........I am afraid I myself know very little of fashion - look at my own choice of clothing, after all. It's probably the strangest-looking thing in this store at the moment, however...I fear neither of those dresses would do your lovely sister justice, and best represent her energetic and courageous nature. Perhaps you should pick out something else? I'm quite certain there's something a lot more fitting here."
go to church lol. [ metatron + ??? ]
If you asked him why he spent his free time here, he’d probably avoid answering — truth is, he found the church strangely nostalgic, full of life yet infinitely peaceful; a good place to relax and forget, if only for a moment. For a man of undeniable faith, it seemed like a reasonable spot to hang around, anyway; nothing else interested him more than watching humans get on their knees with eyes glistening like rosary beads. Help wouldn’t come from above, but their hope fed his own.
Alas, the church in Kairos needed some slight renovations. Paint came off the pews in long, unappealing stripes, stained class decorated with more than a few unecessary cracks. It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great, either, and people seemed determined to think of a way to make it better — and, oh, they did, figuring out it’s time to organize a charity event. The peace was gone, but Metatron found the idea appealing enough to stick around, watching the believers set up their small stands with various homemade goods for sale.
Now, he was no baker, and the process of making jams confused him more than advanced math, but he could at least try to get some people from the streets to come inside. The priest let him handle advertising, so he promised to do well — sadly, subtlety wasn’t his strong side, and instead of trying to coerce passers-by to take a look, he’d simply drag them in.
And, oh, look, there goes another victim, looking like they have a few bucks to spend. Metatron doesn’t hesitate in catching up to them, fingers digging in their shoulders lightly.
“Hello! As fate would have it, there’s currently a small sale of various goods going on inside the church. Prices are good, and 100% of it goes to the renovation fund! Are you interested?”
No? Too bad, cause he’s already pushing you inside.
Now, Laurent - once his 'work' at his fortune-telling shop in Paralia had been done - had decided to come to the other side of the city, as incovient as the constant travel was. Why? Well, it was mainly because the majority of his friends lived here, and he liked to check up on them, but to observe and take notes on how the other side of town lived was always a good thing: he could take note of what services and herbs people needed, and then sell those herbs in his fortune-telling shop on the other side of town.
Only, he didn't quite expect for his casual meanderings down the street to be disrupted by someone invading his personal space, he barely having time to even blink before being pushed towards somewhere - ah? The Kairos church? Ah, so this fellow was trying to earn money for the restoration of the ancient building.
Brushing at his shoulders, Laurent affixed the unfamillar male with a serious stare.
"You know, sir, I would have been quite happy to walk into the church and pursue the deals on my own - if you so desperately need customers for the noble cause, perhaps you could consider placing a sign outside to allow people to know of the sale? Or something bright and colourful to attract attention - there is cohesive proof that the brighter something is in front of a place, the more drawn to it others may be, because bright colours catch the eye."
This well-intentioned advice given, Laurent then paused to take a glance around the inside of the church.
"Have you started this renovation fund recently, if I may be so bold as to ask? The last time I visited Kairos, I didn't see this 'sale' you have going on..."
caligulasAquarium [CA] started pestering unknown client
CA: lemme ask you somethin random stranger CA: if you wwere given the choice betwween livvin forevver as the most powwerful wwizard or havvin friends wwhat wwould you honestly choose CA: because to be honest im not sure vvoldemort was that evvil CA: he simply had his priorities sorted out CA: as ron wweasley said CA: this is all assumin magic exists a course CA: wwhich it doesnt
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ParaliaEludicator: I do have to wonder how you got my number in the first place...
ParaliaEludicator: Yet your question is indeed, quite intriguing and thought-provoking.
ParaliaEludicator: To logically view the entire query, though Voldemort was indeed a being of great power in the books you speak of - in the end, did he not fall thanks to Harry Potter and his allies working together, in a way? One of the Horcruxes certainly wouldn't have been destroyed at all without Ron's help, so by this we can thereby assume 'friendship' proved stronger at that point than raw 'power'.
ParaliaEludicator: This is merely speculation, granted, but viewing the facts in that way book-wise leads to that conclusion. However, if I were to answer what I would pick without taking the facts of the book into account, I believe I would rather be loyal to my friends, as silly as that may sound. Whether you pick the same or different is your own business.
ParaliaEludicator: That aside, I have to commend you on a very intellectual debate, though I still am quite befuddled as to getting a text from a random person.
Learning Disruptions
Another day had come to pass in the relaxed countryside of Paralia, and with it: another day of work and earning his keep: for as nice as this place was, his house wouldn't certainly pay it's bills on it's own, as convenient as that WOULD be: and so, dusting a bit of stray dust off the 'fortune shop's' sign on the outside of the door, Laurent turned it around, so that it signified it was 'open'. Ah, the sunlight was indeed luring, every tree that he could see practically seeming to beg him to sit under their spacious branches and enjoy a bit of study, but now wasn't the time for such work distractions.
Besides, he could read while awaiting a customer just as easily, and so he went back inside his shop. Though the place was being well known in 'his' area for it's accuracy in fortune-telling, he had started to supply a myriad of 'natural' herbal remedies like the sort he and his mother believed in, in hopes to assist more people. Hopefully that would go well. As was usual for the beginning of the day, however - no people were around. He was merely accustomed to early rising and opening earlier for convience's sake if need be.
Opening the pages of the worn book closest to him, Laurent had just started to enjoy the silent reading, when the door of the shop opened, the bell attached to the end of said door making a most noisy ringing in the process.
Blinking owlishly as he closed the book, he bent his head in apology.
"Ah...I almost didn't hear you enter, with being engrossed in my book and all. My sincerest apologies - but that out of the way, how may I aid you today, customer?"
WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
"Ah, well...my earliest of recollections would be sitting down as a child and having my mother read complex text to me.
A very foggy memory, at that, for no amount of childish innocence can last, but...it is a foggy memory I look fondly on."
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