[OPEN] You're not really sure what you're doing this for...

[bisection]

WHO: Sinistra & Anyone
WHAT: Mulling about, quests, Soap Search 2018
WHERE: Bluo and elsewhere
WHEN: All of October
WARNINGS: None yet



ONE.

[ The stressful ebb and flow of this village upheaved any chance of Sinistra having a normal sleeping pattern. That might be why he's sleeping beneath a few books in the library, strewn like a fallen bird in a chair. His sleep even looks clumsy, head drooped to one side so he's leaning partly off the chair and arms laying limp and open. He's snoring ever so softly. He's never been able to breathe well in his sleep.

He has a few fairy tale books open in his small lap. None of these books were factual or direct, but if he'd learned anything during his religious upbringing, it was that truth could be found between the words of fables. He's got a mission, now, to succeed in the seemingly impossible task his brother has given him. He is rife with the fear of dying again or being left all alone.

Luckily, despite all of this, he is still a light sleeper. It'll take little for an interested party to stir him back to the waking world. ]

TWO.

[ Like a hoverhand on prom night, Sinistra is lingering an odd distance from the Bluo group home his brother is currently living in. He's still afraid to go in, though the residents have started to approach him on occasion. He can't blame them for their hesitance. He can't seem to bring himself to enter it or even get close to the door.

Instead, he's sitting on the ground, digging a small hole with a stick. He's not sure what to do with himself while he waits for his brother on the occasion where he feels brave enough to stop by to see him during the day. Being with his brother is still awkward as it is. Waiting near the house where he betrayed him so terribly is... far, far worse.

He'd rather sit quietly. He'd rather be left alone. If someone comes to bother him, he'll look up, meet their gaze with deadly seriousness and ask: ]

Do you know where I can find soap?

WILDCARD.

[ Lemme know if you want a special starter. I'll be adding threads below as the month goes on. For plotting, you can dm or add me on plurk @ nautical ]

Comments

[bisection]

[ nerdlord losers are a vast improvement over the dogmatic, maddened folk at home. He just doesn't see it yet. But it's not easy to be defensive around someone like Momo who laughs so easily despite everything. He wishes he had a little of that joy. Maybe he could make his brother smile more often. ]

No, I just mean--

[ oh. He's not serious this time either? Huh.

His brow creases. ]

You don't need to do that. It isn't necessary to prove anything to me.

[rerevale]

[ Momo's got laughter to spare. It's his job, after all. 'Momo of Re:vale', an idol who believes in love and happiness.

He's patient enough to understand that smiling doesn't come easily to Sinistra, so he busies himself with smiling for two. ]

I know, I know. I'm just looking for excuses to get to say hi to you again in the future!

[ Though he's aware that he probably shouldn't. Seek Sinistra out when there's actual danger, because Momo is as useful in combat as a wet noodle. Fistfights and scuffles, he's fine with— skeletons and magical creatures? Not so much. ]

[bisection]

[ oh. He really does want to meet again? All of Sinistra's efforts in vain, it seems.

He closes the book in his lap again and rubs his arm. He barely has the energy for this person now. Who knows if he will later? But he's making such an effort, isn't he? ]

I live alone in Ruga, so I don't go out much. But... if you see me and you want to talk, we can talk.

[rerevale]

[ Momo clamps back on the natural question of why Sinistra isn't living with his brother. It's not his place to ask, and it's not a wound he's willing to open.

So, instead: ] —I live in Ruga, too! Maybe we're neighbors! ☆

[ RIP, Sinistra. ]

I'll definitely trot on over if I see you! We can grab a bite to eat together or something, too!

[bisection]

[ Neighbors? Who knows. Maybe. He doesn't pay attention to who lives near him. He might know the residents of two places max in Ruga. ]

A bite to eat?

[ That might the only thing right now that gets Sinistra's attention in this life. He's a sucker for food and will eat nearly anything.

In fact, he's hungry now, but he won't mention it. ]

If you know something good to eat, I would try it...

[rerevale]

[ Another soft laugh-breath, on Momo's end. He's full of these. ]

Really? Okay, now chef Momo's really motivated!

[ As if he's not like every other single guy who can't cook anything better than instant ramen noodles on a good day. But here he is, striking a pose and... being generally Extra, which is his brand.

(he misses his duo partner, who would actually have been able to whip up a five-star meal using vegetables alone.) ]

When I get enough ingredients to make something good for you, I'll shoot you a message! How does that sound?

[ Again, RIP. ]

[bisection]

[ this might be the only scenario where Sinistra will agree to a meeting easily. His stomachs brain is stronger than any other part of him.

As a person who's been scolded for eating bird bones and bugs and even grass, he's willing to stuff nearly anything digestable in his mouth. ]

I suppose that's fine. If that's what you want to do.

[rerevale]

[ Momo lights up at the acquiescence, even if he would've liked for this to be something Sinistra wants to do as well. But something is better than nothing, so he holds up his hands in the gesture for wait, and— ]

—Okay, okay! One second, hold on...!

[ —there he goes, jogging away into another section of the library, rummaging through for something to write on and write with.

When he comes back, it's with a little piece of scrap paper that has his hexcode written on it: #FF1492. ]

If you ever get hungry or lonely, let me know!

[bisection]

[ sinistra does exactly that. He waits, if only because he's curious. Now where's he going? Does Momo even know?

But then he's back and handing him a piece of paper. He looks at it seriously. One of the hex codes? It's Momo's?

He gives him a concerned look. ]

I-- alright. I'll put it somewhere safe.

[rerevale]

[ Success!!!! With that done, he slides a blank scrap of paper Sinistra's way, along with a banged-up pencil that's almost worn down to a stub. ]

Give me yours, too? I promise I'll get out of your hair after you do. I know you were trying to get some rest...!

[bisection]

[ Momo can thank Minato's efforts and Gurens lecturing for this victory.

Sinistra pockets the number and looks at the blanket paper passed to him.

He wants his too? He gives Momo a disbelieving glance before looking back at the paper. He holds the pencil awkwardly and writes for him. Writing is the one thing he's good at. He has surprisingly nice handwriting.

He puts #610B0B on the paper and holds it out to him. ]

I will need to go home. Sleeping here is no good, I think.

[rerevale]

[ Shoutout to the MVPs before Momo for being kind to Sinistra; Momo will appreciate it later, when he has more context. There are so many good people here.

#610B0B, though— carefully printed, impeccably written. Momo beams at the seven-symbol promise for a future correspondence, and pockets it. ]

Mm, take care of yourself! Count some sheep, get some rest. Imagine me singing a lullaby for you!♪

[ A little wave, and Momo actually does sing a tune under his breath. Surprisingly enough, his singing voice is fairly decent; he's made a profession out of it, back in his world. ]

Sleep well, okay?

[bisection]

[ he's leaving as he entered: baffling sinistra completely. Singing for him? He's never been able to dream of something so mundane.

And then he sings without prompting though it's a short and quiet song. It's nothing compared to God's song but it is pleasant. Less complicated.

He lifts a hand and waves awkwardly. ]

I will... try to.