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]

If you want.

It’s from my world.

[sylphid]

nah. ask elliot he'd be better at explaining.

oh?

[usurpers]

[ if only u savage ]

Military use.

[sylphid]

[Ask him...]

how?

[usurpers]

Combination of rapid fire ammunition, pressurized air mechanics and grappling hooks for three dimensional maneuvering in combat. Weight distribution through the straps keeps you upright mid flight. Takes years of specialization to master.

You smoke?

[sylphid]

i wanna try.

no why?

[usurpers]

You’d fall flat.

[ incoming picture of that one nice looking lighter and cigar pack! ]

Because I got some and no one’s claimed them yet. I have someone in mind to give them if no one steps up.

[sylphid]

would not.

[Oh. Oh shit. Excuse her while she switches to voice for this one.]

No! They're mine-- well, were my... dad's. I'll take them.

[That is the most alarmed she's sounded in a long time. Good work, Eren.]

[usurpers]

[ that’s the almost alarmed he’s ever heard, even. family things, huh. ]

I’ll swing by. [ um— ] Which window is yours?

[sylphid]

It'll be open. Dark blue curtains.

[A pause, then.]

Thanks. Yours'll be ready, too.

[usurpers]

[ dark blue curtains—! he could always crawl out of elliot’s room and trespass from the inside, but no surprises. eren eventually climbs up and knocks on the frame before he lets his scaley self in. ]

[sylphid]

[Fie's still sitting on her bed, but this time she's in a slightly over sized t-shirt and shorts. No bondage suit on her person. When she sees Eren enter, she waves a little then points to a small table by the window. The outfit is folded neatly, buckles fastened where they should be.

Who knows how that happened.]

Thanks.

[usurpers]

Hey.

[ eren goes for his belongings first, the cigarette case in hand— not that he doesn’t trust fie, though his priorities are rather set: checking the equipment. the mechanisms, the guns, the straps, the extra straps for blades and a whole shitton more of things this thing carries.

he smells it. tastes it with his lizard tongue. doesn’t smell like anyone he could pin a face to. it smelled . . . new, in fact. regardless, once the bundle is secured under his arm, eren walks over to hand the case she’s waited for to her. ]

You took it off fast.

[ like, really fast. he’s impressed! these take an entire ritual to put on— although she didn’t use the buckles the way they should. he may be teasing her, it’s hard to tell with his tone. ]

[sylphid]

What can I say, I'm a speedy girl.

[Fie sits calmly on her bed while Eren licks inspects his suit. She reaches out, tenderly taking her (?) things in return. They're carefully looked over as if they're foreign items. The look on her face is almost impassive, practiced, though he's pretty observant. It's possible for him to notice the slight press of her lips. There's definitely something meaningful to these, even beyond her exclamation earlier.]

You smoke?

[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.