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[open] sitting on the boardwalk counting shudders
WHO: Kamui, Open
WHERE: Around Chroma
WHEN: Punishment week
WHAT: Somebody needs to finally tell Kamui about the laptops, forum, and quests. What better time than when he's inexplicably not looking for fights?
WARNINGS: One homicidal maniac trying to be nice to little girls. Also maybe toilet bogeyman.
Punishment: "Kamui will be struck by the impulse, impossible to ignore, to be a good big brother to any of the younger girls and women in the Town. He will have no idea why he wants to do this."
i. accidentally a little sister (for awash's female population)
[Right here. Right here in the middle of the road, there is now a braided redhead blocking the path. Whether this is their first meeting or Kamui has already been a bag of dicks to your poor character, he's smiling like he's surrounded by puppies and rainbows.]
Hold out your hand.
[His hands? Conspicuously hidden between his back and his cloak. But trust him. It'll totally be worth it.]
ii. too much of an idiot (open to all)
[Kamui hums to himself as he meanders through the three sections of Chroma. There's no purpose to his stride, and he doesn't have any particular destination. What he does seem to be interested in is where he can catch snippets of color in the scenery. His attention zigzags from left to right and back again as he makes a mental list of anything and everything that could be useful. Because if monochromatic food is useless, then clearly everything monochromatic is useless. Kamui's logic is undeniable.
After hours of this, he finally stalls, sighing at nothing. His fingers fidget and squirm toward the handle of his parasol, but he pulls them away just before he makes contact and folds him arms over his chest instead.]
Ah, this is pointless. I'm too much of an idiot for this kind of pragmatic, technical footwork. [i.e. He's getting bored.] I should just go hunt some geese and have a big barbecue. Good food makes even the ugliest places more interesting.
It's not like there's anything else to do on this tired little planet.
WHERE: Around Chroma
WHEN: Punishment week
WHAT: Somebody needs to finally tell Kamui about the laptops, forum, and quests. What better time than when he's inexplicably not looking for fights?
WARNINGS: One homicidal maniac trying to be nice to little girls. Also maybe toilet bogeyman.
Punishment: "Kamui will be struck by the impulse, impossible to ignore, to be a good big brother to any of the younger girls and women in the Town. He will have no idea why he wants to do this."
i. accidentally a little sister (for awash's female population)
[Right here. Right here in the middle of the road, there is now a braided redhead blocking the path. Whether this is their first meeting or Kamui has already been a bag of dicks to your poor character, he's smiling like he's surrounded by puppies and rainbows.]
Hold out your hand.
[His hands? Conspicuously hidden between his back and his cloak. But trust him. It'll totally be worth it.]
ii. too much of an idiot (open to all)
[Kamui hums to himself as he meanders through the three sections of Chroma. There's no purpose to his stride, and he doesn't have any particular destination. What he does seem to be interested in is where he can catch snippets of color in the scenery. His attention zigzags from left to right and back again as he makes a mental list of anything and everything that could be useful. Because if monochromatic food is useless, then clearly everything monochromatic is useless. Kamui's logic is undeniable.
After hours of this, he finally stalls, sighing at nothing. His fingers fidget and squirm toward the handle of his parasol, but he pulls them away just before he makes contact and folds him arms over his chest instead.]
Ah, this is pointless. I'm too much of an idiot for this kind of pragmatic, technical footwork. [i.e. He's getting bored.] I should just go hunt some geese and have a big barbecue. Good food makes even the ugliest places more interesting.
It's not like there's anything else to do on this tired little planet.
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Well, what colors do you need? I just need to find something of that color and crush it into powder, right?