video; un: croissant

[lamination]

Name: Croissant
Date: 2/12
Format: Video

[The man in the video is blank faced, with pale hair and pale eyes, and just in frame are pale feathers. Croissant was taught about how the watches worked, but he's not sure what use it will be. He tilts his head, and a halo dips into frame for just a moment, and when he speaks there's no inflection to his voice.]

I've recently arrived and was informed I'm considered a monster, now, and would be transforming soon.

[Into what, they could not say, but Croissant won't bother himself with that.]

But more importantly, I would like to know if any of my compatriots are here. I'm looking for a Food Soul named Weisswurst, or...

[There's a moment of hesitation, and there's finally an expression on his face - his brow furrows, before his face goes blank and cold again.]

Or a Food Soul named Roast Lamb. If you've met either of them, please let me know.

[There are others he could ask for, but... Weisswurst is the most practical, and Roast Lamb is, well. Important.]

Comments

[lamination]

[They're both children, it seems, but... There's something comforting about it, that brings back fond memories.

But he will shut that down immediately.]

It doesn't need to be.

[He doesn't know all the monsters here, but he could probably make an educated guess. Ultimately, though, it doesn't matter as long as Red Wine is capable of controlling himself.]

Though, Steak... When you say you changed upon your return, were you originally a monster?

[battlebound]

( they're being sensible now, promise! unfortunately, it's much more difficult when your single brain cell hasn't been brought to Aefenglom with you.

and Steak nods at Croissant's question. ) A chimera of some sort.

( they do not need to go into the uncanny resemblance between him and a Uke Mochi, thank you. though, honestly, he was far more accustomed to that than this flood of magic inside him. )

[judgementor]

[Lacking your one reliable brain cell is a struggle, it's true. Off the screen, Red Wine's attention flicks between Steak and Croissant, and he's sure to keep himself far enough away that he can't be easily grabbed for again.]

Croissant, where are you? We should have this conversation face-to-face.

[Doing it like this is just... awkward.]

[lamination]

[When will Gingerbread come save them all...]

I was pointed towards the barracks, though I have not quite yet made my way to them.

[He needed to check!! On if certain people were here!!]

[battlebound]

( well, in that case... )

There's a bar near there. Shall we?

( and then they can drag Croissant into the Knights to their place. it's nicer than the barracks. )

[judgementor]

[Sigh. A bar.]

If we must.

[Though he is at least in the same mind as Steak when it comes to not leaving Croissant languishing in the barracks.]