#prophetessblue

This place had an odd smell to it. The scent of hot oil had enticed him at first, but the closer he came to the source, the more acrid the stench became. It was old oil, faintly mingled with the trash collecting behind the building, but someone was certainly frying something. Strange letters in red marked a bright yellow sign above the entrance, where glass doors allowed Otakemaru to see into what seemed to be some sort of restaurant. Cautiously, he approached, but his eyes caught something vibrantly blue and out of place nearby (but what could he really say about “out of place.” So far nothing seemed to be in place at all here), and he redirected to speak to her instead.

“Oh! So sorry miss, I’m..still trying to get used to randomly floating in the air all of a sudden...” The Doctor didn’t mean to drop in front of the person (what..is she?), he just happened to accidentally activate his ‘powers’ of Anti Gravity and--

                 He knew it was RUDE. He was told things like that his entire life, but he couldn’t HELP it. Staring at this weird kid... No one could blame him for it, right ? He came from a world that was 99.9% human ( save for a specific person possibly ) so he thought it was PERFECTLY understandable to at least take a second glance. Of course, Dice wouldn’t be Dice Arisugawa if he weren’t to approach the young lady he was looking at, after it seemed she saw him through thick bangs. He wasn’t gonna pretend like he WASN’T looking at her and just walk off like a creep --- no ! He was gonna ask exactly what was on his mind... even if it was kinda awkward. 

“Whoa! You’re so blue!” there he goes again, getting in another persons personal space. he wasn’t trying to be rude or overbearing or anything of the sort; he merely spoke his mind and the first thing that popped into it was...that the person he was looking at was extremely blue. the second thing? “My hair kinda matches you! Great minds think alike, huh?”

Sitting in front of the Posthouse, as it is so called, Elodie examines the envelope in her hands. She had written her father’s name on it in her neat cursive -- while she was missing, she was sure anyone would recognise it and immediately send a search party -- but the actual sealing of the envelope was more of a conundrum. There weren’t any wax seals in sight, the only method she’d ever used -- how else was she supposed to close this thing?!

                                                                    +1 Pressured

She looks around, before carefully tiptoeing to peek in the doorway, ringlets bobbing lightly. Squinting into the far distance of the room, she eventually sees someone -- lifting the envelope to their mouth and licking it?

She looks down at the envelope in her hand, suddenly feeling more than a little dubious. Honestly, the concept seemed vile, but if it was how things were done here, she would rather learn from observation than reveal her lack of knowledge. Backing away from the door -- furtively looking around to see if anyone was watching -- she quickly licks the envelope and seals it shut.

“Do you know where I can buy the ingredients for pork miso soup?” He’d approached the first face he’d found in the square. The youth had been given a map, but instead of memorizing it, he’d pocketed it and decided to explore on his own. It was still fairly early in the day. Back home, his father had ordered him to do chores around the orphanage before he started his training for the day with Master Cress. Here, he hadn’t lived long enough to know what chores would look like here.

Thinking of his father toned down his excitement a notch. Nevertheless, he gave this person with odd-blue skin a friendly smile. People of all sorts were living here. He shared a living space with a talking cat! The best thing - no vision orbs. Exactly the kind of world he wanted to make his - whenever he could make it back home.

“I read there’s a market somewhere. I got the coins and this card - I don’t know what it does.” He rummaged in his pockets and revealed the opal credit card. There might have been instructions that either he’d read or quickly forgot. “I could use a taste of home.”

“Sorry! I’m Kanata. And you are?”

He's not known for his stealth nor being nonchalant. He tries anyway, hovering across the library to the shelf she's inspecting, bumping gently into her.

❝ My bad. ❞

@prophetessblue

Blackgrove has been a subject of exploration since she’s been able to travel to it. It’s well past dark at this point, though the energy of the place hasn’t wavered, even as it approaches ten. Head in the sky, Miriam isn’t really interested in much else, instead, trying to draw out images from the heavens. Catching someone else at a similar task, she sidles closer.