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avalononline2021-11-30 09:34 pm
prontissimo) wrote in avalononline2021-11-30 09:34 pm
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i hate this
the sky has been leaking for DAYs... WEEKS??
it's so cold my eyes are frozen!
i hate this weird white water
i want to go outside...
[ A photo of a colored pencil drawing is attached... depicting Alberto "(in a blanket)" beside his familiar Carlo and his pet compsognathus Sofia, trapped inside his home "(forever?)," labeled "cold, alone... and fed up!" beneath falling snow — AKA "weird white water??? (every day...!!!)" — outside the window... All of them clearly "very unhappy" — the sheer image of misery itself. ]
SO!
let's trade!!!
anyone who can help me find or make something like this, i'll cook you food or something, whatever, we'll talk......
but as soon as possible,
i need one of THESE:
[ Another image is attached of Alberto wearing what... seems to be a diver's suit? Or something??? Holding a "giant umbrella" in one hand and Sofia on a leash in a harness in the other, Carlo floating above, all "dry, safe, warm, and NOT at home..." There's still plenty ofsnow white water around them, "but not on Alberto!" Most importantly, though, in this drawing, they're all happy! — as... baffling as it is to anyone else, surely... No thanks, no niceties, just complaints and demands, urgent, desperate, and maybe a little, um, bizarre? Un po. The kid's gone mad with cabin fever, possibly? This is... well... th-this is something. Definitely something. Ahem. ]
the sky has been leaking for DAYs... WEEKS??
it's so cold my eyes are frozen!
i hate this weird white water
i want to go outside...
[ A photo of a colored pencil drawing is attached... depicting Alberto "(in a blanket)" beside his familiar Carlo and his pet compsognathus Sofia, trapped inside his home "(forever?)," labeled "cold, alone... and fed up!" beneath falling snow — AKA "weird white water??? (every day...!!!)" — outside the window... All of them clearly "very unhappy" — the sheer image of misery itself. ]
SO!
let's trade!!!
anyone who can help me find or make something like this, i'll cook you food or something, whatever, we'll talk......
but as soon as possible,
i need one of THESE:
[ Another image is attached of Alberto wearing what... seems to be a diver's suit? Or something??? Holding a "giant umbrella" in one hand and Sofia on a leash in a harness in the other, Carlo floating above, all "dry, safe, warm, and NOT at home..." There's still plenty of
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SOMEONE makes the clothes for humans right...??
so someone can mAKE clothes for lizard monstrs
i made her harness and her muzzle myself
but i cant weave a whole COAT out of seaweed
its not warm enough even if i could
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Hmm. You know what? I wanna try something.
What's your room number? I'm gonna grab some things and then could I stop by?
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sure
[ He drops his room number at the inn. ]
whatrre you gonna grab??
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[ "A bit" ends up becoming a little over an hour, and when Amy arrives she's laden with several bags filled with various items. She seems to have no problem carrying all of it, though, when she finally makes her way to Alberto's room and knocks on his door. ]
action;
Grey and snowy outside, it leaves a dismal sort of lighting shining through the window, offset by an array of colorful fairy lights above his bed, the lights refracting tiny rainbows across the room in a collection of tiny crystals hanging from a dead tree branch propped up on the top of his ill-stocked armoire, the lighting of the crowded room made even warmer by the glow of some dancing flames in a few scattered candles lit from the Candlebloom spell given out when the power had gone out not long ago, even though he's no need for it now that the electricity works again; he just likes the ambience... The scene is made all the more ambient with the warm glow of a rusty old kerosene lantern sitting on his surprisingly uncluttered desk, the only focal point on it being his old Polaroid camera and scattered photos around it, even more photos strung up on twine along the wall above his bed.
The ambience of the warm, low, colorful lighting is matched well by some pop music he knew back home playing at full volume from his phone. Sofia is standing on a chaise longue staring out the window, claws clinging to a rusty old bicycle wheel Alberto seems to be using as a bulletin board of sorts, little lizard face pressed gingerly to the glass between pieces of a delicate-looking antique alchemy set perched precariously along the windowsill, several homemade cat toys strung along the windowsill below it. Carlo is curled up in Alberto's bed, sleeping with his iridescent wings folded against him. There's a strong smell of coffee in the air for the pot of espresso brewing on the stovetop in the kitchenette. It's all... quite the scene. Cozy, charming, but, uh— overwhelming, for sure.
Alberto opens the door wrapped up in a raggedy looking old quilt around his shoulders over some long faded jeans held up by a rope around his waist and a fitted yellow T-shirt, looking more tired than his usual bright-eyed, bushy-tailed self, hair a little wilder than the other times they've met, because he's just been lounging in bed for days... But somehow, he still looks entirely in his element. He offers her a lazy, half-lidded smile as he welcomes her in with a light wave of his hand, eyes drifting to the bags of stuff she's brought. ]
Ciao... Thanks for coming.
[ Sofia only breaks her attention away from staring outside the window once the door is shut and Amy's fully in, then stares at her with wide, intense eyes, before leaping off the chaise longue and scurrying underneath the bed with impressive but frantic speed. This causes Alberto immediate aggravation and embarrassment. ]
Sofia! Dai! C'mon! Ack— Sorry... She's still shy...
[ He wants to make a good impression as a dinosaur-dad to Amy most especially... Sofia be acting up now? ]
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She does jump in a bit of surprise when Sofia rushes to hide under the bed, and with a small smile she carefully sets all her bags down in whatever free corner there is. ]
That's okay. But um...I do need to measure a few things for her. Think we can lure her back out somehow?
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[ He shuffles off into the kitchenette, blanket still wrapped around himself. He checks on the espresso on the stove as he's in there, but decides it needs another couple minutes. One might think he'll return with some jerky or something for the dinosaur, who knows, but...
No, he comes back and produces a whole perch. Perfectly intact, almost looks alive at first. Clearly freshly caught. He just... slaps a fucking fish in Amy's hands. Then crawls onto his hands and knees, peering below the bed for her, coaxing her in a singsongy voice. ]
So~fiii~na~ Mia Sofia~ Come out, piccolina, we have a treat for you!
[ From the start, one can't argue Alberto doesn't have affection for the creature. Caring counts for a lot. Even if his caretaking is still... perhaps questionable. Clearly the beast doesn't go hungry, though, if a whole fish counts as a treat. A far cry from having her meager scraps of food stolen right from her claws by the other compsognathuses in her pen when they'd first met her. ]
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But she does observe Alberto a moment as he tries to draw the dino out from under the bed. She'd noticed it a bit before too, when she'd gone to help him search for Sofia that time she'd gotten lost, but it is pretty obvious that he cares about her. And from what she's seen of the dinosaur, Sofia doesn't seem unhappy...at least not entirely, and any grumpiness could probably be chalked up to the cold weather.
Honestly, it is pretty cute in a way...even if she's still holding a dead fish in her hands. ]
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Once she smells the fish, though, her little snout finally does emerge, sniffing voraciously, nostrils flaring noisily, baring her fangs slightly. It still takes her a moment to emerge, but at least she's been tempted out enough to be seen, and Alberto, himself, seems delighted by that. ]
Ehiii~! Brava! C'mere, mia bambina!
[ He's the proudest compsagnathuiskfeijkmsus dad Avalon or Lestari has ever known. His tone tells all.
Should Amy reach her hand out further with the perch... the dinosaur won't hesitate to make good on its master's promise of a treat, gnashing teeth revealing themselves from beneath the bed. Really, really, cute, oy... ]
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Come on out, Sofia...I just wanna check a few little things, that's all.
[ At the very least, the teeth don't really scare Amy, so she's able to sit still as Sofia slowly peers out. ]
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He shoots Amy a bright smile, though, successful, turning Sofia to face Amy better. The dinosaur sniffs at the fish, craning her neck to go for it, baring her teeth and biting gently at the air, locking her intense brown eyes with Amy's. It's a little... unnerving. Just a little. ]
Sofia, say ciao~ Look! Fishy, fishy~!
[ Far too doting of this dangerous animal... she's spoiled. All she's missing really is clothes, oy va voy. ]
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There we go. Good girl.
[ She places the fish down on the floor, still with enough space for Sofia to have to come out and get it, and reaches into her pocket with her other hand to pull out a roll of measuring tape. ]
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There we go, all finished. That's a good girl.
[ Making a mental note of all the measurements, she then moves over to the pile of bags she'd left and grabs the biggest one. Opening it up, she then begins to pull out a few things; what looks to be a large blanket, a sewing kit, and some velcro straps.
As she opens up the sewing kit, she turns to glance at Alberto. ] This might take a while, but in the meantime, I brought some stuff for you to try. [ She gestures to the remaining bags, filled with various winter gear that he might need. ] I wasn't sure of your size, so I just grabbed a bunch of things. You can try them on and find something that fits, and I'll take back the rest.
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[ His face lights up as she points to the bags, crawling over on his hands and knees toward them to start digging through what she's brought. Sofia finishes her fish and gives Amy a strange, lingering look for a short moment, intense hazel eyes locked expectantly on the girl, but when Alberto notices her staring at Amy, he shoos her away, gently tapping her on her rump. ]
Shhhh, Sofia, no more, finiti!
[ The dinosaur cranes her neck to stare at Alberto instead, hopping forward a little when he touches her, but with one final look back at Amy, turns around and slinks off to the sofa, where she jumps up and stands, staring out the window. It's hard to read a dinosaur's facial expressions, but Alberto seems to be getting better at reading the creature's moods... Still not the best dinosaur-dad, but no one can say he's not trying.
He turns his attention back to the clothes and supplies Amy's brought him, and his face is lighting up with each garment he sees in the bag. ]
Woooah~ This is great! I don't have anything like these clothes— hah! This changes everything, wow~
[ He hasn't even tried anything on yet, but looks up to Amy with a wide grin and intense, warm eye contact, a rather rare sincerity heavy in his voice. ]
Thank you! This is so nice of you!
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She'd just have to keep a look out for both of them, just in case.
When he turns to her, she returns the smile and nods. ] You're welcome. But not all of that is for you. Like I said, find stuff that fits you first. [ She can't help feeling that that bears repeating. ] Whatever doesn't fit you I'm giving to some of the refugees.
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[ Alberto's on board with that. He likes helping people. And it does bear repeating, because Amy has probably scarcely (if ever) seen Alberto wearing clothes that all properly fit him, in the few times they've met before this... I mean, the kid holds his pants up with a rope.
So that said, he's going to be extra discerning about what does and does not fit, even though he has a... pretty poor sense of that. He collects the bag and brings it over to the foot of his bed, where he flings open the bathroom door to reveal a full-length mirror hanging on the inside. This came with the room. But he's glad he has it.
Though he mostly uses it to flex and make muscles in it like a dork.He starts trying on clothes right away, separating things into Yes, No, and Maybe piles, surprisingly methodical here, making light chitchat as he does. ]
Heh, y'know— I don't really have a lot of clothes. I-I mean, hah, I didn't even have shoes until the weather started getting really bad and the sky was leaking all the time last month! I got, ehh— [ what's the word ] boots! But back in Portorosso, it was sunny most of the time. Even the huuu— err, even the other human kids didn't wear shoes sometimes! Didn't need 'em, heh, y'know?
[ Nice save, Alberto.
No, it wasn't.He'll play it off like he's being specific because Amy obviously isn't human. But he's been so preoccupied in their meetings to ask, uh, what she is exactly... Today will probably be the day, finally in a more relaxed moment together. But first, yeah, he's gotta admire himself in the mirror, okay. Spinning around in each coat and smirking at himself.Seriously. A secret dork. Or maybe not-so-secret... Just a regular dork.]no subject
Really? [ She's not entirely surprised by this statement, because of course she'd seen the rope he uses to hold up his pants, and it only took a few guesses from there. There's something else about his words though that has her pretty curious, but decides not to comment on it for now. Especially since he seems to trying to cover it up.
But she also starts to wonder if she should get additional clothes for him when spring rolls around... ]
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Yeah~ It was a little fishing village. All the kids just hung out in the plaza playing ball all afternoon, heh. As long as you could kick a ball, you didn't need shoes, or, heh— y'know— anything fancy! Iii was pretty much the best at it, anyway~ I mean, when I wasn't working.
[ He holds up the next garment in the bag with an enthusiastic reaction, eyes lighting up as he hurries to take the last coat off and try on this one, attention divided. ]
Oooh~! Nice!
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Though she is glad that he is behind her, so she's able to turn around and hide the light roll of her eyes as he keeps talking. Still, she's used to people with egos, so she's still smiling as she finishes up her sewing and ties the thread off, before grabbing some of the velcro straps and some fabric glue. ]
I didn't really mark you down as the working type. What kind of work did you do?
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[ He spins around from his latest costume change at that remark, insulted and taken aback. ]
I'm a very hard worker, thank you very much...! I worked in my friend's dad's pescheria. I'm a fisherman. Pretty much the best — next to my boss, of course.
[ There's pride in his voice at both his own fishing prowess and Massimo's. He pauses, narrowing his eyes, but tugs at the lapel of this coat huffily, turning his attention back to the mirror with a haughty look at himself and a tone of airy indignation in his voice. ]
Anyway, I've tried getting fishing jobs here, but no one will hire me. I met this guy with a seafood restaurant who referred me to a pescheria or two where he buys his fish from, plus I've talked to every fish monger I see in the market, and they all told me no. Everyone says I'm too young. Too young to do the thing I already know how to do...!
[ Suddenly all the weird nets and shells and all this random nautical crap in his room starts to make sense, maybe... Certainly explains the fucking perch he slapped in Amy's hand earlier. And the vague, faintly fishy smell that's almost always about him if you stand close enough, ahem. He is a pretty tall, strong kid, athletic build and freckled tan pointing indeed to a lot of working and playing outside back home... So even if he's still a bit of a gangly noodle with some muscle tone, it's not so hard to believe he's strong enough to man a fishing boat. It's more his personality that makes it hard to believe he hasn't, like... set the boat on fire or something.
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As he keeps talking, though, she can't help an annoyed frown, but it's not directed at him really. ]
Too young? I hate when people say that. How is it that we're old enough to learn magic and try to save different worlds, but we're still too young to work certain jobs?
[ Granted, some jobs were probably better left for older people. But if he already knows how to do it, being told he's too young just doesn't seem fair. ]
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Right...?! It's fine, though — I still catch all my own fish for myself, at least. I met this talking cat once— he thinks I should try to sell the fish I catch in the market myself. I mean, I can't open up a pescheria or anything, but— I dunno, when the weather gets better, maybe I'll try it... The water's too cold now. My friends and I wanna build a boat soon, though, so — maybe then!
[ He's keen to chatter on, clearly, recovers quickly, which is good to see. But... h-how has he been fishing without a boat til now? Um? ]
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His words do catch her attention, as she finally gets back to her feet and drapes her project over her arm. ] But how do you catch fish if you don't have a boat?
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[ Duh.
Wait, wait, hold on, humans don't do that well, right, oops— ]
...And I have nets.
[ He points to the old barrel by the front door boasting both a couple hand nets and a folded up casting net hanging over the barrel's side, cork floaters and conch shells by the base of it on the floor. There are also a couple fishing poles. But he doesn't use those nearly as much. ]
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