Irial ♥ 1

[gentle_cruelty]

 Who:  Irial gentle_cruelty   and _________
 Where:  Irial is sitting on top of cottage #15
 Style:  Whateverworks for you
 Status:  Open like faery wings!

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[selfishworld]

[Tsukasa was wandering around the village, trying to get at least a little exercise. He didn't like being cooped up in his cottage all that much, so getting a little fresh air was nice.]

[He heard a clatter, and headed in that direction to investigate.]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Irial hears the sound of approaching footsteps, head cocked like an animal as he focused on the sound, trying to guess the sex of the person approaching by how heavy the footfalls were, judging their approximate size and throwing together his own idea of their appearance.

[As to that, there was one minor detail he needed to work out before taking on company. He hid the wings behind a partial glamor. An unexpected shudder traveled down his back at the expenditure of energy, and he leaned heavily against his hands, fingers digging into the roof. What is happening?]

[selfishworld]

[Tsukasa looks around, and then finally up, spotting him on the roof. He frowns, blinking for a few moments.]

Uh... what... are you doing?

[gentle_cruelty]

I awoke on this roof. [Irial answered plainly, moving to the edge and draping his legs over it as he regarded his guest]

I take it that's uncommon here? [Reaching inside his pocket, needing a cigarette, Irial frowned when his fingers retrieved not the familiar pack, but a cell phone, drawing it out]

[selfishworld]

People wake up in all sorts of places.

Can you get down?

[... Please say yes, because Tsukasa will be no help. ._.]

[gentle_cruelty]

I can.

Would that make you more comfortable?

[selfishworld]

[He shrugs.]

I was just wondering if you needed me to find a ladder or something.

[gentle_cruelty]

Would you? That's considerate.

[Though his wings are concealed, Irial employs them to soften his landing. He pushed off the roof and appeared to safely descend to the ground, with only a slight bend of his knees to absorb the shock of contact]

But not necessary.

[selfishworld]

If you needed.

[He watches Irial land.]

... So are you good at jumping or are you not human?

[Not... that it really matters either way to him.]

[gentle_cruelty]

I'm good at jumping. [It's not a lie if you neglect to add 'and I'm not human'. It's just a crafty omission]

What are you good at? [Sniff]

[selfishworld]

Ah.

[Hmm...]

Magic. And drawing too, I guess.

[gentle_cruelty]

Magic? [Irial repeated, brow raised] I'm impressed.

[selfishworld]

[He shrugs.]

I'm a decently high-level Wavemaster.

[gentle_cruelty]

Ah. And what is that?

[selfishworld]

It's the spellcaster class in The World.

[gentle_cruelty]

Fascinating. [Irial replied, tapping his finger to his lower lip, wishing he had a cigarette]

How old are you?