SLEEP

⟐ The rustling of leaves with a body in it was something Quatre normally wouldn’t bat an eyelash to. With summer coming to an end and the leaves on trees turning their regular bright green to more dull, dark colors, he remembers the sight of children in Stardust gathering piles of the things to jump into for their own entertainment. While unbothered by such, it took him to realize it was more akin to an older woman doing so.. which raised a few uneasy questions, given the strange, monotonous tone she gave off.. along with a very unsettling air around her. 

“ And just what exactly are you stuffing leaves into? Surely not a pillow. That doesn’t sound remarkably comfortable. “ 

     ✂ Slowly opening and closing the dull blades of her sorry scissors, Three listens to the stranger’s words. However... From an outside perspective, it doesn’t seem like she is at all. Whether or not the other is aware of such a fact, however, matters little to the Intoner.

     ❝ Hehe... Hehehehe... HehehEHEHE...!! ❞

she — that’s fast.

at first, he’s stunned. he picks up everything she says, but it takes a moment for him to parse all of it.

and essentially, they were on the same page, in some regard. he figured the sharper the kind the better, although he’s not sure how he feels about the noise they’d create. was it satisfying? … it doesn’t matter, they weren’t for him to begin with.

still, this does give him something better to work with.

“‘Extremely sharp’… got it.” with that in mind, he moves to the next room — the lights flicker, and then go out completely. he knows he can only really get away with groaning so many times, so he refrains this time, instead taking a moment to allow his eyes to adjust to the sudden change so he won’t be fumbling around in the dark. or at least good enough for him to tell where the shapes are, and he moves to one of the many many drawers. clinics had scissors, obviously, but he’s not sure how good any of them would be.

and he tries to not make noise when he pulls one open and begins to take items out, one by one. “So—it doesn’t sound like you’ve been here before. I’m guessing.” he tries to space the metal apart so it doesn’t clink around together so much, “..I say this because, if you did you would already have a pair, right?”

     ✂ Though the Intoner remains silent and maintains a relatively dazed look, her mauve optics remain locked onto the stranger before her. While she remains slumped over, Three can’t help but tilt her head curiously at the other as he rather readily obliges in her request. Why is he doing that? Does he he hope to gain something from this experience, or from her?

     How curious, indeed...!

     ❝ Hmm... No... I have yet to venture within this place fully, ❞ comes her slow reply, lavender hues lazily and eventually matching the gaze of the other.

     ❝ I used to have a pair of scissors I loved dearly... But upon being thrown into this area as a whole, they have been taken away from me... I miss them... ❞ nothing could ever quite match up to those scissors, she thinks; while specifically crafted for Three, they were also ones she found to be the sharpest and most satisfying.

@beastlapse​

      ✂ ❝ ... Creepy... ❞

      ❝ What a funny and conceptual word... What others may find to be horrifying or eerie... Can simply be the norm for another. To be ‘creepy’ is to exude a certain uniqueness that cannot be understood by most... Whether that be in personality or interests... Hehe... ❞ she snips her scissors again, this time cutting off a lock of her own hair.

Considered the most eccentric of the Intoner sisters which is... Saying a lot, considering they’re all awful and bizarre 

Speaking of; Three is an Intoner! She is essentially hailed as a ‘god-like’ deity and uses the power of her ‘song’ to protect the Land of Forests which she watches over

Or she did and was until the parasitic flower’s power became too much and thus, Zero sealed all of them away in order to protect the world

While confused about being ‘alive’ once again, she thinks little of it; in fact, Three thinks little of anything, really... It’s hard for her to care about much

However, if she has an interest in something she will become extremely invested and sometimes obsessive with whatever catches her interest (as seen in her love of dolls)

Extremely strange, lazy and altogether odd but she’s not entirely a bad person she only really experimented with various creatures and people because no one could accompany her own interests and show her guidance

@tactic​

      ✂ ❝ ... Hehe... But to ‘survive’ is to be ‘spared’, ❞ so comes the Intoner’s quiet, amused reply, looking at her scissors as she speaks.

      ❝ Whether you like it or not. Pain is pain and it is inevitable so long as you decide to breathe... Whether or not that pain is physical is always up to the person’s experiences and such, of course... Hehe... Though, some prefer emotional torture over physical, don’t they...? ❞

Omission.

He, too, looks, and though he isn’t worried that’s. Something to keep in mind if he does agitate her too much here. Plastic and all.

But Badou does sigh and scratch at one ear idly. 

“That’s not– look, I’m used to strangers telling me that, it’s fine. I’d rather be alive than have 30 best friends who’d stab me in the back at the nearest crisis. Or have to stab those friends in the back.” 

Suspicion keeps you alive, suspicion keeps you smart. “And besides, I have reason to suspect this guy, there’s some shady stuff going on.”

     ✂ Ah, it seems that her mindless rambling has struck a cord within the stranger and for that, she can only laugh quietly. It’s always a joy to see how people react to what she says and at times, the Intoner tries to make her wording even more cryptic than the norm in order to gauge more of a reaction. Though the joy it gives her is fleeting, it’s still something she likes nonetheless. 

     ❝ … Hehe... Wouldn’t that be an interesting game of tag? I would like to try that version sometime... ❞ almost as if addressing herself with her hush mumblings, Three soon looks back up at the stranger.

愛 Kama still looked disinterested incidentally, but talking to this woman was more interesting than talking to someone that was in their right mind. This scissor fanatic was acting strangely, but there was an uncanny depravity about it that tickled the Beast’s tastes. She smiled.

“You’re pretty, but simple minded hm? If you’re looking for regular scissors you can just buy a pair, they’re inexpensive. But why the fixation with scissors?”

     ✂ Whether or not the stranger showed interest in Three mattered little to the Intoner. After all, she herself only exerts effort into things that capture her own attention... And unfortunately, that is very few and far between. 

     ❝ 'Buying’... A trade for a trade... Yet what do you trade when the value of something dear to you has the opposite value to someone else? Oh, how troubling indeed, ❞ she begins, trailing off about something before offering a yawn. However, it’s when the stranger inquires further about the ‘god’s infatuation that she noticeably perks up, her tone becoming louder and speaking with haste.

Badou inhales through his nose and tries not to be frustrated. Tries not to show that’s  little annoying. Tries not to–

“Oh sorry, want me to speak up, Gran? I asked if you saw a guy skulking around over here, suspicious like. A guy who isn’t me, naturally.”

     ✂ Had one of her Intoner sisters been here, they surely would have warned the stranger about Three’s reliability... Alas, there are nowhere to be seen and thus, the poor boy is left to deal with the very eccentric, lazy Intoner on his own. Perhaps if she cared, Three would have felt some degree of pity for him.

     ❝ … Gran... ❞ she echoes the odd word with a mumble, staring at the pair of child-proof scissors she now keeps opening and closing.

      ✂ ❝ Hmm... Leaves might do for stuffing... For now... ❞ mumbling to herself, the Intoner currently is sitting inside a pile of leaves, very lazily sifting through them. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that she’s really just moving them around to hear the delightful rustling and occasional ‘crunch’ the leaves give rather than examining them... However, one wouldn’t know such a fact simply looking at Three’s monotone expression.

      ✂ A yawn is given along with a lazy attempt to cover her mouth with her arm, eyes half-lidded for a moment. The person standing over her seated frame on the ground had asked the Intoner something... But frankly, she hadn’t been paying attention. The struggle of staying awake of far more pressing to Three right now than to listen to the inquiries of someone else.