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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[mudbloodhater]

[he had been wandering - his daily past-time, for lack of anything better to do in the relatively boring village - when he spotted someone on a roof. One eye twitching, Draco wondered idly why anyone would be standing on a roof. After a few moments, making sure he was close enough, he called up, a sneer pulling at his the corner of his mouth.]

Oi.

[gentle_cruelty]

[Irial heard the approach before the obnoxious greeting. He made quick work on hiding the wings, relying on a partial glamor - although stunned by the wave of dizziness that hit him when he did. He hadn't even attempted to go fully invisible. Then again, he shouldn't have to attempt anything. How was it that the boy could see him with ease?]

[Leaning over the edge of the roof on his hands and knees, Irial eyed the stranger as if it was perfectly normal to loom on the edge of a rooftop and converse with passersby]

I'm sorry. Are you attempting to communicate with me, precious?

[mudbloodhater]

[he blinked a few times, trying to decide if his eyes had been playing tricks on him; his vision had gone fuzzy for a moment or two. Deciding it was just his mind, he shrugged, ignoring the 'precious' comment.]

I suppose so. Why're you on a roof, of all things?

[gentle_cruelty]

[Rule #1: Faeries cannot lie. They can, however, gracefully dodge a question]

Hm. Who can say? [Pensive Irial is pensive, glancing off into the distance] It's not a very impressive view, is it? I think I'll come down now.

[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]

[phantasmal_girl]

[ Doot doot de doot. Terra doesn't think to look up as she strolls by the cottages - at least not at first. There's the usual pulse of life around her, the sense of magic from other local inhabitants. The sword at her side swings slightly with her steps, and she briefly glances upwards towards the sky to enjoy the sunshine. And then senses someone behind --? No. Above and behind? What th.. ]

[gentle_cruelty]

[Mmm. The scent of a woman. There really was nothing like it. Men were so musky and spoiled by pheromones, but women...their scent was so much more pure, even beneath the layers of perfume and the flavored shampoo modern women used. The scent of a woman was beautiful and incredibly appetizing. Now, add to that the spice of a woman taken by surprise, and you might understand why Irial is leaning into his hands and sniffing at the breeze, promptly smiling to himself. With some effort, he maintains his glamor, although he's sorely tempted to let it drop, and then drop in and greet the company]

[phantasmal_girl]

[ Even better, Terra wasn't a modern woman -- no perfumes for her sensitive nose. She sneezes something awful so the smell around her was a combination of soap and something more earthy. Still! She looks about and finally turns around. ] Is someone there?

[gentle_cruelty]

[Well, Irial cannot lie. He can, however, lay in wait for a very long time and simply refuse to answer. But what would be the fun in that? Working his invisibility, Irial moved to the edge of the roof and calmly glanced over the side, peering down at the woman as she seemingly addressed the air

[Nice. He could taste her suspicion. If only there was alarm, or even fear in the mix, he would be delighted. Soundlessly - since he isn't apparent to those who cannot see or sense him, Irial slid off the roof and landed with a slight bend of the knees on his feet behind her. His wings fluttered, then settled discretely behind him again as he approached her, nose hovering along the graceful arch of her neck and shoulder. Breathing in, Irial closed his eyes, savoring]

[prettyhazknight]

After visiting Draco, Mille had been heading back to his church when he saw a man with wings. Jumping to that roof, he smiled at the other man in greeting. How nice to see someone looking so baffled here.

"Hello there. Your look of confusion says you're new."

And cute. Definitely a bonus.

[gentle_cruelty]

[Irial slowly glanced up from his crouched position, eyes panning up legs, hips, torso, until he was peering up at what appeared to be a pretty woman's face, except said person didn't smell like a woman at all. Besides, there was an unmistakable detail in his upward scan that suggested man. No matter. More important, this effeminant man could see him. And what's more, he had apparently leapt onto the roof - what, from a neighboring roof? That wasn't typical.

[Intriguing. Everything about the situation was that. Brows raised, Irial calmly rose to his feet, until his eyes were level with the stranger] I am. I take it your familiarity with the buildings here means that you are not.

[prettyhazknight]

[Mille nodded and crossed his arms behind his back like he was used to doing. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head to the side.] I've been here long enough to know a thing or four. I take it you would love some answers.

[He had those too.]

[gentle_cruelty]

I would be obliged. [Irial replied, eyes watching Mille curiously]

But first, I should ask who I have the pleasure of addressing?

[stillneedsakiss]

[Seeing someone on a rooftop was unusual. Seeing someone with wings on a rooftop was even more so, though it made it easy to see how they might have gotten up there. It was a bit of a daunting sight, but she'd be lying to say she wasn't curious or intrigued. She hustled over closer, but kept enough distance that the angle wouldn't become too steep for her to see him.]

Are you looking for someone? Maybe I can help.

[gentle_cruelty]

[Glamor is a go, at least for the wings. While being visible without meaning to was an annoyance, Irial didn't mind being seen. He wasn't sure if he was ready for everyone to question him about the wings, however. It was safer to pass for human.

[Well, hello there, precious. Irial peered over the edge of the roof in order to glance down at the girl before without losing his footing, still crouched down]

Maybe you could. [Irial replied with what was meant to be a friendly smile] I have no idea where I am.

[stillneedsakiss]

[Okay, that was weird. She was sure she'd seen wings. Her mind wasn't playing tricks on her, was it?

[As he crouched down at the edge of the roof, she couldn't help worrying a little that he might fall. She also couldn't help noticing the sharp contrast in height between them, the way that she had to crane her neck up to continue speaking to him.

[She returned the smile automatically; she wasn't a girl who had to think about being friendly.] You must have just arrived! Welcome to Somarium. This is a dream world that collects souls from a wide range of universes and times. Have you found your Dreamberry yet? It looks like this. [She pulled out her own Dreamberry and held it up on display.]

[gentle_cruelty]

[A dream world that collects souls? A cigarette was exactly what he needed right now. Reaching inside his pocket, Irial retrieved what should be a pack of cigarettes, and instead, was a flat, roughly-squared...cell. Staring at with curiosity, Irial gave it an once over before showing it to her]

How did I acquire this? Door prize?