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tushanshu_logs2015-01-01 03:28 pm
royalguard_style) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-01-01 03:28 pm
January Catch-all
Characters: Dante and whoever crosses his path.
Date: From December 29th onwards, with some backdated exceptions.
Location: Varies.
Situation: Grumpy panhandling hobos.
Warnings/Rating: Most likely lots of swearing.
[1- Various places around Keelai]
Well, this sucked.
Fewer and fewer people trusted Dante enough to give him work, which means he was back to living in near-poverty. He was okay with that, but then a second mouth to feed came to the shell. And dammit, he was going to feed that second mouth whether it wanted to be fed or not.
So Dante got creative. He hobbled the last of his money together, bought a cheap instrument that somewhat resembled an acoustic guitar, and started playing it on the side of the road. Of course, his mind tended to wander, and people may catch him singing about decidedly personal problems. But of course, he was always upbeat and passionate; that's just good musicianship.
The odd kedan took pity on him, and a good few more were amused by the exotic music from faraway lands. And of course, since they're decidedly less poor then the foreigners right now, he's going to keep his attention on them. If a foreigner were to approach him, it would be fairly easy to get him to share what little he's managed to make, or take a request. Alternatively, someone could point out that that case seems far too thick for that instrument, and there seems to be a hidden latch.
[2- Midnight hotel-lobby]
Of course, Dante still worked here, and every three days, he can be seen back at the lobby, with an odd mix of sullenness and concern on his face. Every so often, he can be seen stopping a kedan gangster or snake at the door, once again wearing his usual nonchalant demeanor. For those used to dealing with him glaring at the door, this would seem to be almost a complete inverse of his normal behavior; he used to stare down any gangster who entered, then go back to acting like his usual goofball self. He may be evasive if asked, or he may just wave it off, depending on who asked.
[3- Midnight hotel-rooms]
And when he's not "working", he can be found sleeping. Sometimes he's sleeping in his room with the door open, sometimes he's sleeping in the hallway, and sometimes he's sleeping outside the hotel altogether, on some street. The point is, he's sleeping. A lot.
[4-Fuck that noise, let's do something else]
Date: From December 29th onwards, with some backdated exceptions.
Location: Varies.
Situation: Grumpy panhandling hobos.
Warnings/Rating: Most likely lots of swearing.
[1- Various places around Keelai]
Well, this sucked.
Fewer and fewer people trusted Dante enough to give him work, which means he was back to living in near-poverty. He was okay with that, but then a second mouth to feed came to the shell. And dammit, he was going to feed that second mouth whether it wanted to be fed or not.
So Dante got creative. He hobbled the last of his money together, bought a cheap instrument that somewhat resembled an acoustic guitar, and started playing it on the side of the road. Of course, his mind tended to wander, and people may catch him singing about decidedly personal problems. But of course, he was always upbeat and passionate; that's just good musicianship.
The odd kedan took pity on him, and a good few more were amused by the exotic music from faraway lands. And of course, since they're decidedly less poor then the foreigners right now, he's going to keep his attention on them. If a foreigner were to approach him, it would be fairly easy to get him to share what little he's managed to make, or take a request. Alternatively, someone could point out that that case seems far too thick for that instrument, and there seems to be a hidden latch.
[2- Midnight hotel-lobby]
Of course, Dante still worked here, and every three days, he can be seen back at the lobby, with an odd mix of sullenness and concern on his face. Every so often, he can be seen stopping a kedan gangster or snake at the door, once again wearing his usual nonchalant demeanor. For those used to dealing with him glaring at the door, this would seem to be almost a complete inverse of his normal behavior; he used to stare down any gangster who entered, then go back to acting like his usual goofball self. He may be evasive if asked, or he may just wave it off, depending on who asked.
[3- Midnight hotel-rooms]
And when he's not "working", he can be found sleeping. Sometimes he's sleeping in his room with the door open, sometimes he's sleeping in the hallway, and sometimes he's sleeping outside the hotel altogether, on some street. The point is, he's sleeping. A lot.
[4-Fuck that noise, let's do something else]
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One minute, you're a top-tier devil hunter. The next? You're the kedanese equivalent of a mariachi band. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
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Just sayin', man. You look like you have a family of possums glued to your face.
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He sounds skeptical. He's not sure any amount of grooming can redeem that eyesore. Honestly, facial hair is not a good look for you, bro.
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Facial hair's a great look on him... in moderation. The thin stubble he had on him before he went to sleep looked sexy. The one he has on now makes him look like a yeti.
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Though it does add authenticity to the 'vagrant street musician' vibe.
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He's something neat about Italians: they don't believe in Santa. They believe in a witch who got lost on her way to see Baby Jesus, gave up, and gave presents to kids in Italy instead. Speaking of, didn't the real epiphany just pass? Dante wonders why everyone celebrated it on the 25th instead.
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"Okay, I know you have magic resurrection powers and can do that scary-looking morphing thing, but you are still from planet Earth, aren't you?"
Seriously, who the hell doesn't know who Santa is?
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That's racist, Tony. He may be a second-generation immigrant from hell, but he's still a proud Earth citizen, thank you very much.
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"...I think he was invented by the Dutch?"
Give him some credit. He's not completely wrong.
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"I have no idea what the heck you're talking about."
Your weird holiday traditions are outside the (admittedly limited) scope of his cultural awareness, Dante.
"Santa's the guy in the red suit with the big white beard who rides around in a sleigh pulled by flying reindeer and gives everybody presents on Christmas. The only people I know who bring presents two weeks late are Pepper and some of my dad's flaky business partners."
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Are you sure you're not an alien from some weird alien Mirror Earth, Dante?
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Like, sure, technically Christmas is a religious holiday in America too, but the only time god ever comes into it in the Stark household is when somebody is saying 'oh my god,' usually followed by something like 'Tony, how have you already solved that Isis puzzle' or 'Tony, did you eat that entire chocolate orange?'
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