[closed] little baby me tryna play with my dollies

[nitropowered]

Who: Sandalphon, Vincent, Katsuki, Asuka
When: throughout the event
Where: The Family House
What: Catch-all for family nonsense! Feel free to use if you live in the house.
Warnings: TBA in subject lines



[OOC: Starters in comments!]

Comments

[prevail]

It set me back, to say the least. On top of that, my world's technology is a far cry from this.

[ The combination means he truly does need the help.

For all the power he may wield, the mail box is still news. ]

We have vehicles, for instance, so I know that thing outside is one... But it's different.

[redheadcarrier]

...that's so weird that you know about vehicles and magic but not mailboxes.

[ She pinches her nose. ]

You're so weird sometimes. [ All the time. ]

[prevail]

So I've been hearing.

[ He responds with a touch of wry amusement, watching the time as tea steeps. A sweet, faintly floral smell permeates the air. ]

The mortals I'm around — skyfarers — travel frequently. They often reside in their airships, or inns where they dock. While they receive letters or parcels, there isn't a designated box.

[redheadcarrier]

...well, fine. I guess that makes it different then.

[ She groans. ]

Just... let me have my tea already.

1/2

[prevail]

Just a few moments longer.

[ He is...very precise. ]

[prevail]

[ Seconds tick away and at last he pours. Then he plucks up the cup and a little jar of sweetener and places these before Asuka. ]

There. That should be the optimal time and temperature.

[ Asuka can't just havr improperly prepared tea, after all. ]

[redheadcarrier]

You're really into this, aren't you?

[ Making hot drinks, anyway. She picks up the sweetener and adds some, stirring as she regards him. ]

Why?

[prevail]

[ There follows a pause during which he's visibly debating how to answer. To make a long story short— ]

I wish to run a cafe in my world one day.

[ The aspirations of an angel... ]

[redheadcarrier]

...that's it?

[ She wrinkles her nose. ]

I guess it's a good dream to have.

[prevail]

It suits me well enough, at least. What about your own goals for the future?

[ It's only fair that he ask in turn, surely. ]

[redheadcarrier]

...I don't know. I'm still thinkin' about them.

[ Or maybe she doesn't have any. Oops. ]

[prevail]

You have time... Besides, we're all necessarily delayed.

[ What with having to save their worlds. ]

[redheadcarrier]

I guess we are.

[ She doesn't sound that convinced. BUt she does drink her tea. ]

So do you not sleep or can you not sleep?

[ Maybe she's going in circles now. ]

[prevail]

I could sleep, it just doesn't benefit me if I'm undamaged.

[ So he sees little point in it. Why not do some housework during these quiet hours to lighten Vincent's load, he reasons. ]

Not to mention, it's...vulnerable.

[ Just as he was when Lucifer died protecting him. ]

[redheadcarrier]

So you don't need rest?

[ She is not touching on the "vulnerable" comment because it's not like she can stop sleeping. ]

[prevail]

[ Clark Kent had brought up rest too. Sandalphon considers it, folding his arms across his chest. ]

I find things like this restful. If I sit around doing nothing, I only have my thoughts to occupy me... And honestly, I spent a very long time with just that.

[redheadcarrier]

...but even if that's true, doesn't your body wear down?

[ She's gonna keep poking at this. ]

[prevail]

It doesn't, because it's only a manifestation.

[ Her reward is trivia. Strange, strange trivia. ]

[redheadcarrier]

...you mean it's not real?

[ Wait, wait. ]

[prevail]

It's real enough in that it's tangible, but I could alter it or demanifest it at any time.

[ Very normal of him, right? ]

[redheadcarrier]

...what?

[ She stares at him over the rim of her mug. ]

Explain that again.

[prevail]

[ Very patiently: ]

I could make myself several times larger than an airship if I were so inclined. My form is malleable.

[ Like he's explaining the sky is blue. ]

[redheadcarrier]

...you make less sense the more I know about you.

[ SIGH. ]

[prevail]

[ He shrugs with a given helplessness. By now, he's long grown accustomed to being an unusual case among their number. It's far more surprising when others understand or share commonalities with him than to find them baffled. ]

I'm not so unusual in the Sky Realm. Primals are numerous, and all can alter their shape or size.

[redheadcarrier]

...I guess I shouldn't be that surprised, but still. That feels way out there to me. Where's all the extra mass come from? Or go?

[ Look. ]