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Lost in Paradise
WHO: The Magnus Brothers + you
WHERE: Around Kaisou
WHEN: Early March
WHAT: The brothers get into shenanigans in kaisou while ignoring that the Libra app exists.
WARNINGS: Nothing for now, two scouse brothers being aliens in a new world.
hold your horses now, we'll sleep until the sun goes down
[ they're not even being asked to hurt anyone. not directly, anyway, not yet--so it's a little easier than it normally is to take the work from the weird asshole who wants some other weird asshole looked over. Del's good at pretending that work's work, and however it shakes out is just how it goes, but it sticks a little deeper under Basilio's skin--like burrs from sleeping rough getting a chance to dig down and really make themselves known.
Del scoffs if he brings it up too much. most people'd think it's cruel, dismissing someone's concerns so out of pocket like that--but kindness is a luxury the Magnus Brothers can't afford and nobody's really out here offering credit to sharp-eyed orphans with chips on their shoulders, now are they? can't take a house loan out on being a good fella; can't get anything just for being 'kind'.
you have to take what you want, or get taken when something wants you.
so Basilio schools his expression and puts on that hard-eyed, flinty look that he wears when he and Del are gone walking in places they might not really belong--because scowling sharply enough and moving like you own the place is enough for most people not to take another glance. they've got things to do, people to see, problems to cause, and nobody with sense is gonna cast about for a gamble at happenstance. folks in Undertown have better things to do than play neighborhood watch. it's kind of nice, even if it's got Basilio's hackles all the way up--Del's tail flicks at a slow, agitated back-and-forth and Bas figures that's where the nerves have gotten down to, especially as they round on Gak's supposed place of business. ]
So, I'm doing the talkin', right?
[ it's an old joke, mumbled before they find their way into the store, Basilio baring newfound fangs in a little grin as he tries to ease some of his brother's sharpness with a familiar bit of jest. play easy, play cool.
the Magnus brothers can do anything when they're together. Basilio adjusts the big wrapped 'instrument' slung across his back with a casual gesture, running his fingers along the axe's haft to reassure himself. ]
one. good will that's too good to be true.
[ one way or another--fail or success in their job today--the magnus brothers got their hands on some money. it isn't much, but it's definitely enough to go looking for something to eat. They've easily learned that they can't fill their stomachs waiting for people to give them food for free--but they have come to recognise a few signs of where to shop and get the best bang for your buck.
Goodwills are their best friends. The clothing the cat-eared pair are wearing, for example, definitely look like they were grabbed out of a vintage section of some old goodwill store; what with Basilio's high-shouldered jacket and neck scarf, and Fidelio's houndstooth pattened two-piece - with - turtleneck combo.
They aren't prepared for a goodwill like this, however, as the items inside are all... questionable at best, and too good to be true for cheap--or even FREE.
While Fidelio won't raise his head to address anyone else in the shop, his wide-eyed and friendlier brother certainly might raise his voice over a particularly interesting find--Fidelio snapping back that there's no way they'll give you a legit pot of bloody gold for free, ya muppet, while Basilio argues that No, for real, Del, it says try yer luck for--look at how cheap this is!
...They really need some help here. ]
two. they don't use pounds in america.
[ no small amount of confusion clouds the pair's face as they stare up at the sign outside this particular shop. It's one they... recognise, hilariously enough. they'd spent a few weeks in England before making their delicate way into america, and they've definitely seen this sign before. they probably even have a few handfuls of the coins that this establish USUALLY take, to boot--but why was it in America?
Much less sat right next to what looked like the fanciest fucking antique's shop in the city? it was like a liminal space that didn't look real. ]
Y'think they realise they're in the wrong country. [ fidelio asks the taller cat-boy at his side, a flick of his long tail behind him as he tries to decide what to do here. ] Y'think they'll take the old money we pinched from that bloke back in London.
[ because no other shop in america would take the pound notes from them, and it was irritating. ]
Dunno, Del. Maybe we ought to peek inside--or, hey, there comes someone there. [ ...Basilio and his willingness to ask strangers for help. Del looks irritated. but one way or another, whoever might be approaching the Pound shop is now going to get piled on with questions from a pair of catboys who talk like they've never seen the inside of a shop before. Sorry. Or maybe you're welcome. ]
one. oh you're 23 years old now, stick with what you know
Woulja look at that, Del! Think somethin' happened to the other pair of Guys?
[ it's probably a joke that the people working the front counter of the Five Guys have heard a dozen, dozen times, but Basilio's at least got the decency to say it in an aside to his brother from as far away as humanly possible from the front counter while still physically remaining in the Five Guys lobby. Bas has an unnaturally red plastic card clenched in his hand like it'll fritter away into the aether if he lets up on it for too long, shaggy brown ears atop his head twitching this way and that at the sounds of the fast food joint around him and his diminutive sibling. his tail flicks with an excited sort of agitation.
it's probably comical the way he crouches to converse and keep council with the shorter man next to him--but hey, at least they're studying the menu from afar instead of standing at the counter, slack-jawed and unaware of the kinds of things that happen at a burger joint. ]
two. i want the bacon cheeseburger with the damn good fries
[ but the Magnus' eventually make up their minds one way or another--so a little while after the quiet convening and practicing of what's next on the agenda; Bas and Del will join the line to receive the sacred greeting ('welcome to Five Guys, home of burger and fries, what can I get you?'), there'll be a moment of confusion on Basilio's face as brow furrows as if he's been asked to solve a puzzlemaster's grand riddle. ]
I mean, if y've got burgers and fries I'd expect it should be obvious, yeah?
[ and then the little one will do the talking as Basilio presents the gift card, keeper of their meat-based hopes and dreams, their aspirations of milkshake greatness... whatever the hell a milkshake is... thought it might. take them a minute. to navigate the delicate process of ordering food. they're feral. all apologies. ]
[ getting backpack from the goodwill that can carry basically everything they own on their backs is a great thing--especially given that currently, the Magnus brothers are essentially homeless--but there is going to be stress that arises when a shooting star lands near them, leaving behind a small crate instead of a ... rock.
At first, the pair don't seem keen on approaching the little box, and start to make a somewhat wide berth around it--but when there's the sound of... whining from inside it, Fidelio's quick to run up to it to release the creature that's trapped inside.
out comes a small dog with huge ears. It makes Del stare for a long moment as the realization hits both brothers at once: and only one of them voices it. ]
...Tha' dog came outta' the sky. Means he don't got a home, just like us.
[ Fidelio was thinking it. But Basilio just had to say it out loud. ]
Then we find a place to home the dog and go on our way. We can't keep an animal when we don't have a place to keep it. ...Belt up, don't give me them big ol' eyes, we can't KEEP it.
[ they're not exactly being quiet about their problem, and a dog did just drop out of the sky. Maybe they could use some help finding out where to put the dog--or a place they can stay that isn't the awning of a building at night. ]
[ if you want to meet the brothers a different way, or have a different prompt, post it here, we're down for whatever. ]
WHERE: Around Kaisou
WHEN: Early March
WHAT: The brothers get into shenanigans in kaisou while ignoring that the Libra app exists.
WARNINGS: Nothing for now, two scouse brothers being aliens in a new world.
➡ Life requires Capital / closed to Basilio and Fidelio
hold your horses now, we'll sleep until the sun goes down
[ they're not even being asked to hurt anyone. not directly, anyway, not yet--so it's a little easier than it normally is to take the work from the weird asshole who wants some other weird asshole looked over. Del's good at pretending that work's work, and however it shakes out is just how it goes, but it sticks a little deeper under Basilio's skin--like burrs from sleeping rough getting a chance to dig down and really make themselves known.
Del scoffs if he brings it up too much. most people'd think it's cruel, dismissing someone's concerns so out of pocket like that--but kindness is a luxury the Magnus Brothers can't afford and nobody's really out here offering credit to sharp-eyed orphans with chips on their shoulders, now are they? can't take a house loan out on being a good fella; can't get anything just for being 'kind'.
you have to take what you want, or get taken when something wants you.
so Basilio schools his expression and puts on that hard-eyed, flinty look that he wears when he and Del are gone walking in places they might not really belong--because scowling sharply enough and moving like you own the place is enough for most people not to take another glance. they've got things to do, people to see, problems to cause, and nobody with sense is gonna cast about for a gamble at happenstance. folks in Undertown have better things to do than play neighborhood watch. it's kind of nice, even if it's got Basilio's hackles all the way up--Del's tail flicks at a slow, agitated back-and-forth and Bas figures that's where the nerves have gotten down to, especially as they round on Gak's supposed place of business. ]
So, I'm doing the talkin', right?
[ it's an old joke, mumbled before they find their way into the store, Basilio baring newfound fangs in a little grin as he tries to ease some of his brother's sharpness with a familiar bit of jest. play easy, play cool.
the Magnus brothers can do anything when they're together. Basilio adjusts the big wrapped 'instrument' slung across his back with a casual gesture, running his fingers along the axe's haft to reassure himself. ]
➡ Ownership is a New Concept / OTA
one. good will that's too good to be true.
[ one way or another--fail or success in their job today--the magnus brothers got their hands on some money. it isn't much, but it's definitely enough to go looking for something to eat. They've easily learned that they can't fill their stomachs waiting for people to give them food for free--but they have come to recognise a few signs of where to shop and get the best bang for your buck.
Goodwills are their best friends. The clothing the cat-eared pair are wearing, for example, definitely look like they were grabbed out of a vintage section of some old goodwill store; what with Basilio's high-shouldered jacket and neck scarf, and Fidelio's houndstooth pattened two-piece - with - turtleneck combo.
They aren't prepared for a goodwill like this, however, as the items inside are all... questionable at best, and too good to be true for cheap--or even FREE.
While Fidelio won't raise his head to address anyone else in the shop, his wide-eyed and friendlier brother certainly might raise his voice over a particularly interesting find--Fidelio snapping back that there's no way they'll give you a legit pot of bloody gold for free, ya muppet, while Basilio argues that No, for real, Del, it says try yer luck for--look at how cheap this is!
...They really need some help here. ]
two. they don't use pounds in america.
[ no small amount of confusion clouds the pair's face as they stare up at the sign outside this particular shop. It's one they... recognise, hilariously enough. they'd spent a few weeks in England before making their delicate way into america, and they've definitely seen this sign before. they probably even have a few handfuls of the coins that this establish USUALLY take, to boot--but why was it in America?
Much less sat right next to what looked like the fanciest fucking antique's shop in the city? it was like a liminal space that didn't look real. ]
Y'think they realise they're in the wrong country. [ fidelio asks the taller cat-boy at his side, a flick of his long tail behind him as he tries to decide what to do here. ] Y'think they'll take the old money we pinched from that bloke back in London.
[ because no other shop in america would take the pound notes from them, and it was irritating. ]
Dunno, Del. Maybe we ought to peek inside--or, hey, there comes someone there. [ ...Basilio and his willingness to ask strangers for help. Del looks irritated. but one way or another, whoever might be approaching the Pound shop is now going to get piled on with questions from a pair of catboys who talk like they've never seen the inside of a shop before. Sorry. Or maybe you're welcome. ]
➡ There's only Three Guys here / OTA
one. oh you're 23 years old now, stick with what you know
Woulja look at that, Del! Think somethin' happened to the other pair of Guys?
[ it's probably a joke that the people working the front counter of the Five Guys have heard a dozen, dozen times, but Basilio's at least got the decency to say it in an aside to his brother from as far away as humanly possible from the front counter while still physically remaining in the Five Guys lobby. Bas has an unnaturally red plastic card clenched in his hand like it'll fritter away into the aether if he lets up on it for too long, shaggy brown ears atop his head twitching this way and that at the sounds of the fast food joint around him and his diminutive sibling. his tail flicks with an excited sort of agitation.
it's probably comical the way he crouches to converse and keep council with the shorter man next to him--but hey, at least they're studying the menu from afar instead of standing at the counter, slack-jawed and unaware of the kinds of things that happen at a burger joint. ]
two. i want the bacon cheeseburger with the damn good fries
[ but the Magnus' eventually make up their minds one way or another--so a little while after the quiet convening and practicing of what's next on the agenda; Bas and Del will join the line to receive the sacred greeting ('welcome to Five Guys, home of burger and fries, what can I get you?'), there'll be a moment of confusion on Basilio's face as brow furrows as if he's been asked to solve a puzzlemaster's grand riddle. ]
I mean, if y've got burgers and fries I'd expect it should be obvious, yeah?
[ and then the little one will do the talking as Basilio presents the gift card, keeper of their meat-based hopes and dreams, their aspirations of milkshake greatness... whatever the hell a milkshake is... thought it might. take them a minute. to navigate the delicate process of ordering food. they're feral. all apologies. ]
➡ Is that how people get pets? / OTA
[ getting backpack from the goodwill that can carry basically everything they own on their backs is a great thing--especially given that currently, the Magnus brothers are essentially homeless--but there is going to be stress that arises when a shooting star lands near them, leaving behind a small crate instead of a ... rock.
At first, the pair don't seem keen on approaching the little box, and start to make a somewhat wide berth around it--but when there's the sound of... whining from inside it, Fidelio's quick to run up to it to release the creature that's trapped inside.
out comes a small dog with huge ears. It makes Del stare for a long moment as the realization hits both brothers at once: and only one of them voices it. ]
...Tha' dog came outta' the sky. Means he don't got a home, just like us.
[ Fidelio was thinking it. But Basilio just had to say it out loud. ]
Then we find a place to home the dog and go on our way. We can't keep an animal when we don't have a place to keep it. ...Belt up, don't give me them big ol' eyes, we can't KEEP it.
[ they're not exactly being quiet about their problem, and a dog did just drop out of the sky. Maybe they could use some help finding out where to put the dog--or a place they can stay that isn't the awning of a building at night. ]
➡ Anything goes / OTA
[ if you want to meet the brothers a different way, or have a different prompt, post it here, we're down for whatever. ]
goodwill
He comes over. Takes a look at what they're looking at.]
...aye, they'll give you a few hundred dollars win or lose. If you win, though, you're like to get something unexpected.
[He looks them both over, then:] Let me guess, lads, you're both new here? Most people I know treat this Goodwill as normal 'round here.
1/2
[ normally, Del would just fix someone like Edward with a look and blow him off, he's not the chatty one of the pair, but. after the pirate offered him THAT little nugget of intelligence, well... ]
How the hell does this place make money runnin' schemes like that? Sounds like a one-way trip to becomin' bankrupt if you ask me. [ ...he'll leave the second question to Basilio, he's not interested in small talk. ]
2/2
[ the concept of both an iTunes and a giftcards is a little fuzzy to Basilio, but Fidelio's not answering the second question so Basilio, less sharp and prickly than his sibling, feels a certain compulsion to answer since the fella here was being nice enough. ]
Yeah, just blew into town to see an old friend. Funny what people think of as humdrum with enough time, isn't it?
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three guys - two
[But at least he knows how to order at a restaurant?]
[Luke can only look in astonishment as the two siblings in front of him (who are in cosplay, for some reason????) fail to understand how to order at Five Guys.]
Yeah, but they mean what do you want on your burger. Have you really never been to a Five Guy's before?
1/2
his ears flick and swivel, pricked up as he stares Luke down, arms folded and towering as he summons up the same amount of brat energy. ]
Some of us have never had the luxury of fast food, like. Terrible sorry for the trouble.
[ he's not sorry for shit. his tone implies that Luke can take a long walk off a short pier and find himself in the Bermuda triangle, for all the emotions Basilio's feeling towards him. ]
2/2
But it's as Bas says. Never had fast food before. Seems like something only people what have too much time on their hands get used to.
Ain't got time to sit and smell the roses like most red-haired prettyboys might.
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goodwill i hope you didn't think you were done with me
[They're new. They have to be new. One, because she'd recognize them otherwise. Two, because they look so lost.]
[Time to go do a fetchquest, or something.]
It's not a typical store, if that's what you're thinking. Some of the items are mundane, but some--
[She holds up her new bracelet]
Are powerful, apparently. Be careful what you buy.
1/2 we lov u
GLARINGLY new
and its like
so painful to watch as an outsider, so noone can really blame rose for trying.
fidelio's gonna stare at the girl a moment, his eyes flicking up to her ears, then down to her tail. And then frown. cripes. did everyone here get animal features when they showed up!? cat town! USA! ]
Powerful, eh? Powerful as in dangerous, or fun?
I could do wi' a bit of fun.
So long as it doesn't mean I'll grow a bloody pair of elephant tusks next.
2/2 love love love love
... and then Fidelio grumbles and Basilio can't help but laugh, skimming right over 'dangerous for: ]
But think of it, Del--if y'had a pair of tusks you could jab folks in the knees when they riled ya up, like.
[ the Abel instinct runs wild and free to this day. ]
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Pets
"You guys are looking for a place to stay...?"
Though while she mostly looked pretty normal as far as app users went, she did have that wondrously fluffy fox tail, herself.
1/2
Hearing her ask that question sure does get his hackles all up in a tizzy, though.
"...We don't need to look for a place to stay. We'll find one, even if it's under some park gazebo for the night. Mind your own business, girl."
...Basilio might have to be the one to step in here. Fidelio's got this look in his eyes like he expects this innocent-looking girl to trick them. Get them to a secondary location? Not a chance.
Even if Eunie did say the people here were trustworthy...2/2
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ownership - two
[it seems there's a crowd in front of poundland today. a crowd, specifically, consisting of two people standing between him and the aisles of easter candy inside. the workers may know amaimon by now as the unnervingly bold stranger who eats store product as he meanders around the store before finally leaving without paying for whatever he picked up and devoured along the way. as of late he's found himself feeling more and more hungry and while that's been mostly satisfied with eating jinwoo's unending supply of ramen, it doesn't do much at all for the ever creeping restlessness that comes with waiting for his brother to scoop him out of this dump.
as amaimon stops in front of the two brothers he casts a curious glance over the shorter one before tilting his head up to address the taller, his hands settled in his jacket pockets.]
You're in the way, you know.
1/2
There's other aisles. Go 'round then.
[ audacity meets audacity, the pitched combat of one oblivious dunce against another on the most honorable battlefield (aisle 4 at Poundland). ]
2/2
life requires capital
[ it's a tired joke, maybe, but it's one that's a comfort. The tip of one of those folded-over cat ears flicking as he tips his head to look up at Basilio.
As usual, they covered one another's weaknesses--so while this job isn't an ideal one--3000$ is a lot of money. It'd keep them fed for weeks if they were careful with it, and even if it meant doing a sketchy job for someone, they could manage.
They'd managed worse. ]
Just be ready for it all to go tits up. Might have to fight the bastard if it comes down to it, which I know you'll handle just fine.
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A'course, I'm always ready to throw down. Ain't a man alive that can put me on the back foot for long--'specially with you at my back.
[ because it was easy to be fearless and sure when you felt supported and immortal. ]
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ownership, two.
regardless there Molly stands, hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, coat over his shoulders parted to show off his loos fitting shirt people watching as Basilio makes his way over. ]
Morning. [ red eyes move from the Poudland's door, to the pair. ] You've got the look of a man who has a thousand and one questions to ask but has no idea where to start. What can a simple entertainer like myself do for you this fine day?
1/2
Wow.
He LOOKS like no person he's EVER seen before--and he comes from a labratory where people got fucked up all the time. Even he, himself, whose skin's turned an ashy grey due to things--this man was
...
this man was PURPLE. And had demon horns.
Wow. ]
Y'ever heard that song about flyin' purple people eaters? Ya best keep yer two feet on the ground, or I'll have to worry about ya.
[ but that aside... ]
Entertainer, ye said? You lose your circus on yer way?
2/2
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Five Guys, two~
We've also got hotdogs and fries with Cajun seasoning. Not everyone goes for the burgers, shockingly.
[His tone is dry for that last part. But, hey, at least he's being nice?]
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Fries is just potatoes, cooked fancy, aren't they?
...[ and then a pause as he offers a HOT DOG. his eyes immediately go full cat-pinpricks. ]
No hot dogs.
NEVER HOT DOGS. [ thank god nico isnt a beautiful woman. basilio is safe from the hot dog... ]
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goodwill
Well, it's hard not to notice the two cat boys who seem very, very new here. After a moment, she'll quietly speak up from where she's examining a frog-shaped coffee maker. ]
The pot of gold is hit or miss, but you'll still get something worthwhile if you lose. This time it seems to be mostly $500 giftcards, and if you win you might get some powerful item -
[ And from within the hood of her hoodie, a little starry blob pokes their head out and waves their little cosmic cloud hands in greeting - chirping happily at the strangers. ]
- Or a friend like this.
1/2
but he does fuckin stare at the little star-blob in her hoodie. what the fuck. ]
What, like. This place gives out animals if yer not careful? That sounds *insane* to me. Pawnin' off creatures and responsibility for 'em to random people without screenin'??
[ he looks at bas like
are you hearing this
while youre holding that fuckin pot of gold
there might be an ANIMAL in it. ]
2/2
HEY MA THERE'S A WEIRD CAT OUTSIDE (wildcard)
So he's instead flying around Kaisou to work off some of that energy, occasionally landing on a roof or something to recover before taking off again. This time, he lands on what he thought was an empty house with a bit of a clatter, grumbling as he takes a seat.]
Stupid Tsuki...
BLINK, MOTHERFUCKER
perfect place to squat until they found something better.
that was, of course, until fidelio hears someone shuffling up on the roof. it makes the smaller, spicier of the two cats immediately go on edge as he tips his head up, looking towards the ceiling with a glare. ]
We got company.
[ he's getting his knife out, hiding it near his sleeve as he edges close to one of the non-boarded up windows, peeking upwards. ]
--Whoever the hell ya are, this spot's taken.
I DON'T WANT IT TO SCARE LUCY
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one. good will that's too good to be true;
What is clear so happens to be the fact that these duo look like two fishes out of a pond - or maybe it is a lake. He can't help but speak up. ]
What's wrong? Not feeling confident in your luck?
[ Not really any of his business but right now he ain't got anything else better to do... ]
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How about you show us your luck, then I'll see if I trust this place enough to give it a bit of my own?
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