Alright so his first two encounters while slowly mastering the (what was gradually becoming a very painful) new footwear were not ideal. But it was not like one always went with the first sketch. One had to make multiple attempts before the one true craft would be considered completed. So why should this be any different?
Terr had regained his confidence in his steps and it showed. Or rather it could be heard as he strut all around the floors of the Death Common Rooms in a rhythmic set of click clack click clack. He wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer, the footwear was straining muscles Terr wasn't sure it ought to. But he wanted to showcase his newly gained "skill" to someone he actually liked for a change.
Which was why he sought out his friend Elaia.
Terr Death Horseman; Jeweler The Hermit Arcana (Group C) - 6"0 tall - Workaholic - Stoic on the outside, geek on the inside - Tendency to forget to eat/sleep/bathe when working
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Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 1:30 am
There was a new pair of bright happily colored boots waiting in Elaia's room, having just been purchased not too long ago for further adventures in the human world. But they remained in her room, because they were boots and the small Guardian knew how to appropriately wear them.
So, she was just lounging in the common rooms not so properly in a beautifully crafted plush chair - obviously by those of Death - with her legs dangling over the sides of the armrest and the rest of her body nestled in the equally fluffed pelt of polar bear (thankfully dry from a certain earlier ordeal). Her gloved hands flicked across the screen of her phone trying to uncover if anything was different about it given the start of the day. It was a little bit boring sitting there really, but well some rest was needed from time to time.
And things were about to get really interesting anyways.
Her fingers came to a halt and she found her head picking up at the approaching odd sound. It almost sounded like ill fitting armor or something outlandish that Conquest would wear but it grew closer and a familiar form along with it. His name was on the tip of his tongue, ready to question him about what was going on until her blue eyes fell to his footwear.
Instead she fell into fit of giggles and almost rolled out of her chair.
name: Elaia journal:A link! clan: Death (Guardian) arcana: Sun description: Short, petite under them layers of armor and furs. Hair is a mass of deep blue curls and blue eyes brightened by her black scerla. Is way too happy for her own good... and will fight you.
Terr hadn't been smiling as he waited for her reaction, but it was clear his initial excitement had quickly worn off. He had not expected this sort of reaction from Elaia. He'd expected her to draw closer. Perhaps inspect his choice in footwear and maybe even point out how well he walked in them and or how thin they made his ankles look. The giggling and almost rolling out of her chair, however, was met with a thoroughly unamused dead-pan stare.
It would have been an appropriate moment for him to huff and turn on his heels to leave her to her laughter. And he did just so only in fuming indignant silence. Or he tried. While the Jewel Crafter had gained a decent level of control when it came to walking in them, sharply doing an about face was another matter.
Needless to say he lost his balance and promptly fell backwards with a resounding thump.
chirigami
Posted: Mon Jun 05, 2017 11:22 pm
It was rather silly for him not to expect her to simply gush about his wardrobe choices, for her not to react with mirth. How long had they known each other? Well, really it actually gone as he had hoped for but with the way things were going it seemed she would be going down the mocking route. At least she didn't completely fall out her chair. Yet.
The giggled ebbed and she spun where she sat, the long fabric of her cloak cocooning her small form as she draped her arms across the arm rest her head had previous been and kicked her feet into the air. "Ooooh Terr, I never thought you would go for something so impractical! Soooo becoming and soooo unlike you ~" the girl cooed as her bright eyes lingered on his shoes as he contemplated his move.
And then fell where he stood. Making her laugh heartily and even snort, but thankfully still not end up on the floor herself. "Not used to them yet?" Her roundabout way of asking if he was alright.
Terr stared up at the ceiling from his position on the floor. Yes, he really ought to have known better but this was something somewhat new that Terr was willing to risk. And considering their usual adherence to tradition, the jewelry maker quite possibly thought his friend would have been a little more supportive of it.
He sighed in deep resignation, "No, no I am not. I thought I was. Clearly there are still situations that I have not accounted for." He raised a leg to show the tips of the shoes before angling his foot to show the dagger-like qualities of the heels. "I'd thought to customize a pair of my own. Adorn them with some FEAR-infused gems to perhaps assist in walking up walls so we aren't always dependent on our winged clansmen."
He was not getting up apparently. He was going to wallow there.
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istg I thought I replied to this ;A; I 100000% understand if you wanna drop it.
Posted: Tue Jun 13, 2017 10:00 pm
Well, she had to give him some points to ingenuity and thinking, Elaia gave him an elongated 'ooooh' in response as she stretched her arms out on the chair. "Well I do like how pointy they are! Could totally stab something with them and the idea is really cool but I don't think they'd work too well if you can't really walk in them and stuff."
Exhibit A, him having fallen over. But, knowing Terr he would probably practice way too much in them. Which, wasn't terrible but oh the amount of times she might need to carry him places or something.
"Practice makes perfect. And then practice makes permanent." Terr said, still on the floor and was clearly making himself comfortable there. "Please tell me you understand the importance of practicing because there was this nasty little Famine Horseman who just. Didn't." The word was punctuated with an almost frustrated lilt, which to the Death Horseman was equivalent to someone tearing their hair out.
chirigami
Posted: Sat Jun 17, 2017 2:34 am
Him on the ground was at least a nice little change of pace, for once Elaia got to look down upon him in conversation instead of the other way around. Perhaps she should shove him to the floor more often.
"Of cooourse I do Terr," she sighed as if offended with a little bit of an eye roll, "how else would I get so amazing and awesome if I didn't practice my forms everyday and stuff?" There were other things that went with her position as well, but those always seemed like afterthoughts to her physical training.
Maybe she should try on those shoes at some point, she pondered, it could make for an interesting training exercise. "Teeeeerr," she practically rolled on the chair, "when you're done with them can I borrow them?" Like she was going to purchase her own.
"Quite true," he agreed, still on the floor. "Although you have ensured my survival so many times, I might have believed you to be a genius in that right."
The request to try on the shoes was what got the Jewelry maker to finally sit up, a small intrigued smile tugging at one corner. "It is unlikely they will fit you, our feet are some sizes apart." Which was essentially Terr speak for of course you may, but if you look silly because of them, I reserve the right to be amused.
chirigami
Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2017 4:21 pm
Might have, Elaia gave him a look scoffing in mock hurt, "I am a genius, in my own way." But even she couldn't keep a straight face over that and giggled a bit.
"I'll make them fit, I can stuff some fur in them or something." See? Brilliant ideas, she had them some time.
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omg, I haven't tagged this in forever! I'm sorry and this was so short! ;A;
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