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open post ☀ stahn aileron


a: a lost boy;
stahn aileron, though, tends to handle things just a little differently when in a strange place. and he's definitely in a strange place right now. though he's been all over the world, none of the sights seem familiar.
so what stahn has to say at a time like this is "whenever in doubt, ask your sword!"
and so he does, holding up a rather old, but ornate sword in front of him. the blade is pointed upward, and it's probably a bit strange. what is that guy doing?]
Hey, Dymlos... do you recognize this place? I think we might have made a wrong turn somewhere...
[the problem here is that very, very few beyond swordian masters can actually hear dymlos speak. those who are exceptionally spiritually inclined might, or those with a certain exceptional strength that could make them a potential master. those who don't posses that will definitely just see a weirdo blonde with a massive mullet talking to himself. those who do will hear a voice much deeper than stahn's responding.]
Something is amiss; I know we didn't make any wrong turns, but this isn't anywhere in Darilsheid.
[well, that seems like a problem.]
I thought so too. Maybe we should backtrack? Or do you think we should just ask around?
[someone help him before he ends up wandering into the abyss as nightfall sets...
or just call him out on talking to himself, it's fine.]
b: takoyaki;
or will be determined to make you one, unless you've done something truly deplorable like trying to destroy the world or killing his best friend or something.
but hey, part of the perks? food. which is why when stahn sees a takoyaki stand on the street, he's pretty immediately hype.]
Mmm, do you smell that? There's takoyaki nearby! [he... really likes takoyaki, it's fine.] Come on, come on, let's go share some, my treat! [there's no getting out of this.]
c: sleep;
congrats, you have now!
it could be literally anywhere. rooming together. on the street, while walking—the sky's the limit, because this boy can sleep anywhere, and waking him up...
well, there's a reason the aileron secret arte is calling "waking the dead" and requires slamming a ladle against a frying pan and shouting loudly. please though... try your luck? maybe eventually stahn will stop snoring and drooling.]
d. wildcard;
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[can't taste anything when your tongue is scalded, after all]
That's very kind of you. Thank you. Let's see. . .
[and now comes the moment of truth. . . CHOMP. . .]
[. . . !!!!!]
-- oh! These complex flavors. . .
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[he's so excited from the anticipation of her trying new things that stahn... manages to be half as smart in handling himself.
which is probably to be expected, bless his country bumpkin soul, he is... not the brightest. but while he's seeing how much milla likes the takoyaki, he picks up one of the balls and stuffs it into his mouth.
without blowing on it.
which goes about as well as one would expect, with the filling burning his tongue and the steam coming out of his mouth.]
Hothothothot!!
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[if he expected sympathy from Milla, well. he isn't getting it. instead, she lifts a hand to her mouth and chuckles in amusement]
Patience doesn't seem to be your strong suit, does it?
[happily helping herself to a second takoyaki ball, too]
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he's put-out, of course, but more so because he burned his tongue than because milla is laughing at him.
if anything?]
...It just smelled so good that I couldn't wait... [he can at least admit that.]