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You can't change the one you love, you're not supposed to.
Who: Summoner and Anyone that wants to bug him.
Where: The Island
When: Nownownow
Style: Whatever you want.
Status: Open like my heart~
Dear Signless is he tired lately. Maybe it's all the thinking? It has to be. He can think when he wants to, has to, you know, about the things he knows. Animals, war, he knows those things, has a lot of experience with them, is interested in them. He barely even has to think about them actually, they're just natural for him, but this? This romance bullshit.
Man, you never think you'll have to talk to your dead wife again after you kill her. He was too busy getting himself to deal with what happened, why would he think about what he'd have to say to her later? There wouldn't be a later, there shouldn't've been. But Vatheon just-
Vatheon makes things uncomfortable and dramatic, makes things you'd think about less more intense, more important. So yeah, he's tired lately. You can probably see it in how he flies right now, a kind of dragging pace and low to the ground, wanting to keep out of too many people's sight. Summoner's heading to the elevator now, making his way to the island. The door to the elevator is as small and obstructive as ever but that magic twist it's got does wonders when trying to enter with that rack of his. He's pretty thankful for it actually, magic elevator, hell, doesn't understand the thing but he appreciates it. Lysunder's pretty anxious to get to the island too, when he does, there's nothing better than that deep breath of fresh air. He can already taste the sea.
"Maybe I'll hit the coast, hey fellas?" A sigh to himself, his mind mixing with some seagulls right now, chatting them up a bit before he gets ready to hit the skies again.
Where: The Island
When: Nownownow
Style: Whatever you want.
Status: Open like my heart~
Dear Signless is he tired lately. Maybe it's all the thinking? It has to be. He can think when he wants to, has to, you know, about the things he knows. Animals, war, he knows those things, has a lot of experience with them, is interested in them. He barely even has to think about them actually, they're just natural for him, but this? This romance bullshit.
Man, you never think you'll have to talk to your dead wife again after you kill her. He was too busy getting himself to deal with what happened, why would he think about what he'd have to say to her later? There wouldn't be a later, there shouldn't've been. But Vatheon just-
Vatheon makes things uncomfortable and dramatic, makes things you'd think about less more intense, more important. So yeah, he's tired lately. You can probably see it in how he flies right now, a kind of dragging pace and low to the ground, wanting to keep out of too many people's sight. Summoner's heading to the elevator now, making his way to the island. The door to the elevator is as small and obstructive as ever but that magic twist it's got does wonders when trying to enter with that rack of his. He's pretty thankful for it actually, magic elevator, hell, doesn't understand the thing but he appreciates it. Lysunder's pretty anxious to get to the island too, when he does, there's nothing better than that deep breath of fresh air. He can already taste the sea.
"Maybe I'll hit the coast, hey fellas?" A sigh to himself, his mind mixing with some seagulls right now, chatting them up a bit before he gets ready to hit the skies again.
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He attempts to school his expression back to its former sobriety, clearing his throat.]
If it's not too much trouble. This would be my first time seeing them up close.
[And they're long and perfectly identical in every way--it's enough to make even the young reaper's knees feel a little weak, really, when he shuffles through the snow towards him, his free hand covering his mouth (and the smile that threatens to again break his composure).]
Oh dear. They really are magnificent.
[For crying out loud, Kid, do not start gushing.]
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Well, considering ya just met me, yeah, I'd say it'd be your first time too.
[Summoner's just openly smiling now, a hands on his hips, staying still as Kid takes a look.]
Magnificence and I are pretty well acquainted, I'd say.
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Cradling his chin with one hand, admiring without even the slightest remaining shred of self-consciousness, Kid remarks:]
I should think, and with such incredible wings--you're simply amazing! Who are you?
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The Summoner, call my Lysunder if you'd prefer something a little less formal though, eh? And you? Though honestly, the praise is uh, just enough for me, if you want to keep yourself a mystery. [Smile.]
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[He doesn't bother to brace himself for the almost inevitable expression of confusion, nervousness, or skepticism that typically follows his introductions; if it's a problem, he'll deal with it when it happens. More importantly, this guy.
There's this aggravating tendency the reaper has, it involves grabbing at people and completely violating their personal space for the sake of his own curiosity (or to make a point); the Summoner is not safe from this, evident when Kid (who, at six feet tall, might need to strain a little to reach) puts down Beelzebub and then extends up his arms.
Hey, this is the same guy who thinks nothing of copping a feel to demonstrate how one sister's cup size differs from the other. It's kind of a thing.]
Is it very difficult to get through doors?
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[Nope, accepting it. He may still get a nickname, but with an easy to say name like that he doesn't mind, and "Death the Kid" is hardly that weird to him considering all the people he's met.]
[Aaannd now he's touching his horns... well then. In his culture, and if he didn't have a headset he constantly banged against things- this would be awkward. But since he can barely feel the things anymore it's not too big of a deal. Summoner just raises a brow and watches.]
Uh, not so much at this size they don't, but normally, well uh- [A nervous laugh.] I'm uh, a bit of an outdoors kinda guy anyway.
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You mean they change? Change size?
[They get bigger?
Wait, what if they become so large they totally unbalance his appearance? No. Don't worry about that, surely something so beautiful could only become more grand!
Kid.
Kid, stop sparkling with enthusiasm, this is embarrassing. Kid, please.]
How? Would you show me? Please? [Here it is, hands clasped together in pleading:] Please please please.
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Sure do, not normally, but uh, it's been kinda a new thing since I got here, pretty neat, hey?
[And because Summoner's a boob, he'll step for this, taking off his triforce earrings and at the same time opening his wings completely. Yeah, his horns doubled- almost tripled- in size, and with his wings completely open his is a veritable wall of person right now. Still symmetrical though, even all the webbing in his wings. What do ya know.]
[This kid's pretty odd though, in an adorable way, but hey, whatever makes you happy right? Just try not to hurt anyone, sheesh.]
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Kid's hands slowly cover his mouth, but in case this reaction isn't ridiculous enough, there's more to come.]
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[This time, his knees really do go weak, and he drops to them in the snow, heedless of the cold, palms pressed to his cheeks.]
What impeccable beauty! That graceful outline! Those flawlessly curved horns! Oh, wings! I love you!
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Kid's hands then cover his face.]
I'm not worthy to behold such blinding beauty! This is too much!
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Wow, you're uh, you're a hoot, ya know that?
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He looks up, calmer--]
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I'm sorry! It's just-- you're so beautiful, I could die!
[Oh, dramatize.]
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I know, I know, it's a lot to take in. Try not to cull yourself though, be a shame with us just meeting and all.
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Which is fine, really, rich-kid shinigami could stand to get taken down a peg or eight now and then.
He takes a deep breath, produces from his pocket a white square of folded handkerchief, pressing it against a cheekbone.]
You really think so? [That's not a sniff at all, nope.] I just never thought I would be so lucky, that's all. I feel much better now, thank you.
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So lucky? Far as I can tell, I'm the lucky one here, but it's nice to see someone appreciating something that's truly a spectacle. [A laugh, patting him on the back before standing and putting his earrings on again, horns shrinking.]
So you like flying then?
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Besides, it's nice to get it out of his system now and then. Let his neurosis out to play a little. He really can't help it; it's literally built into his genes.]
You saw that?
[
Kyaa, senpai noticed him.]Of course, in the air, one is a single solid point in space, it's one of the few times that one can so easily achieve effortless symmetry. Only at great height can you manage a 360,000 degree no-hander, besides.
[A beat, and then:] It's also fun.
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Heh, symmetry up high's a lot easier when you're a team of two though, ya know?
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The pterodactyl noises of Kid's fancrushing is fully internalized.]
...
[There's a strangled sort of noise that might have been his attempt to clear his throat.]
Are you suggesting we team up?
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Yeah, sure.
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[Wow, okay. That sure was a tell-tale tremor of hushed enthusiasm in his answer.]
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Also, apparently just fine about this troll looming over his not insignificant frame (well, compared with some humans). Symmetrical people get an incredible amount of leeway when it comes to intruding on his personal space.]
Synchronized flying might be challenging, considering our very different methods of transportation. Rather, I suggest we just try it out without worrying over the details.
[This is serious fucking business, Lysunder.]
...Have you ever played tag?
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