video, un: sylphid

[sylphid]

Name: Fie Claussell
Date: Nov 23, mid-afternoon
Format: Video!

[The image on the feed is a weird one for sure. Sitting cross legged on a bed among what basically serves as a blanket nest is a calm looking young woman wearing black bodysuit with more belts than anyone would actually ever need. Those are simply dangling because fastening all those is way too much work.

She gives the camera a lazy wave.]

Yo. For those in the market for new bonds, I've got two witches I'll offer up to you, since I'd rather not see them explode. Friends and stuff like that.

First one's name is Lloyd. [Fie holds up a kind of unflattering picture so everyone can get a good view.] Back home he's a cop, so side of justice and all that good stuff. He's a nice boy. As you can see, he can't really handle his porn, so very wholesome if you're into that type. He likes safety, responsibility, and... fun. I think. He's not a complete stick in the mud, I promise. Inquire here for details.

Next one is Randy. [And here's a different picture, clearly made to bother the man it's supposed to resemble. Fie has a smile on her face now.] He likes beer, suggestive magazines, and maybe other stuff. Despite that, I guess he's not completely irredeemable. Or unfortunate looking. I still don't want to see him explode. Do us all a favor and throw the poor guy a bone. Er, bond.

[Finally setting that down, she addresses one last thing.]

By the way, if anyone knows who this weird costume belongs to, let me know. Otherwise, I'm keeping it.

[And off goes that video.]

Comments

[usurpers]

[ boy, that was not the first person to ask him that! he knows what it’s like, through memory, he knows what it feels like to pull a drag of tobacco into your lungs, hold it in, and exhale along with a bit of an ease to your muscles. smoke comes and goes from his chest now, a natural inhabitant to his respiratory system when he breathed fire, or prepared his breath sac for it. he’s also second hand smoked magic weed with shinjiro.

alas, when she asks, he steadily declines. ]

It’s not my habit. [ though she seems . . . hm. ] You don’t look like the type, either. [ but who knew. looks could always deceive. ] Are you?

[sylphid]

[Fie shakes her head at the question. It doesn't really bother her if people do, but it's never personally appealed to her. At least, when it had, she'd been readily shot down.]

I'm not. You never really know if someone is unless you ask. [The items still in her grasp, she glances up at Eren.]

Like I said, they were... my dad's The boss's. Not sure why I've got them now, but I won't complain.

[usurpers]

Or if they smell.

[ he could smell the breath of a smoker if he’s close enough for his tongue to catch it. it sticks to clothes, too. between the fingers, around the lips. clings to teeth. he could only assume the dad is dead now, given the word choice. ]

Sounds important to you.