ᴍᴀᴛsᴜɴᴏ sʜɪᴛᴛʏᴍᴀᴛsᴜ (松野 カラ松) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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eluvio2017-01-07 07:24 pm
glitterpants) wrote in eluvio2017-01-07 07:24 pm
[1.] video | ( un: 2cool )
[ Ending up on a space craft without as much explanation as Karamatsu would have liked (you'll find out quickly he's a wordy one) has undoubtedly sent this (1) NEET into a low-key, anxious fit. His personality and character type isn't fit for a place like this— he has had a hard enough time making a life of his own on Earth, how the hell is he supposed to survive here?
It's a fear that after awhile, he's trying to keep hidden. Nobody can know about it.
It's finally time for him to make his debut to everyone.
He's posed, looking as if he's been practicing (he has) for this moment. He's wearing sunglasses in his quarters, leaning most of his weight on his elbow against the wall and his other hand is on his hip. His communicator is feeding from a distance off, as if it is set on something.
The lighting is dramatic— the composition was impeccable. It was almost as if he was recording himself for a movie picture.
Then, without warning, he begins shitprosing: ]
Heh.
So divine Fate has brought us all together, hasn't it? It is no problem, as we cannot change the course it has predestined for us. It is for the better that we make the best of it— to love one another with the highest purity— to work together and be cooperative.
I know we can do it. I believe in you.
[ He takes a moment to pull out a comb and slick part of his hair back. ]
My name is Matsuno Karamatsu. I am the second eldest in a litter of sextuplets. I am looking for my beloved, long-lost and long-separated brothers: Osomatsu, Choromatsu, Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu and Todomatsu, as Mommy would be worried sick to find us all missing but also not all together, either. They should not be hard to fine, ah, as they are all blessed with my handsome face. If you should see one of them, please let them know their dear brother is looking for them.
As for my skills to assist the the best of my ability, I have provided a list for you. I do hope I can do whatever I can for you all as I care for your well-being and our operations at hand! Hmph— I hope you are dazzled and impressed.
[ there's a text message following soon after: ]
MATSUNO KARAMATSU'S SKILLS:
1. MUSICALLY TALENTED: ACOUSTIC GUITAR.
2. DESIGNER: PERFECT FASHION.
3. PROFESSIONAL POETRY.
4. FLOWER ARRANGING.
5. DOOR-OPENER (ALSO DOOR-STOPPER.)
6. GRAVITY CHECKER (FALLING OFF THE ROOF.)
7. TOILER PAPER RE-PLACER.
8. LULLABY SINGER.
9. LOYAL FRIENDSHIPPER.
10. ACTING.
11. CAN CURL TONGUE.
12. CAN DO THE SPLITS.
[ as you can see, he's .... really..... struggling to find what he's good at and how he can help since he's a loser, but maybe if he puts a bunch of stuff down, people will think he is awesome. ]
It's a fear that after awhile, he's trying to keep hidden. Nobody can know about it.
It's finally time for him to make his debut to everyone.
He's posed, looking as if he's been practicing (he has) for this moment. He's wearing sunglasses in his quarters, leaning most of his weight on his elbow against the wall and his other hand is on his hip. His communicator is feeding from a distance off, as if it is set on something.
The lighting is dramatic— the composition was impeccable. It was almost as if he was recording himself for a movie picture.
Then, without warning, he begins shitprosing: ]
Heh.
So divine Fate has brought us all together, hasn't it? It is no problem, as we cannot change the course it has predestined for us. It is for the better that we make the best of it— to love one another with the highest purity— to work together and be cooperative.
I know we can do it. I believe in you.
[ He takes a moment to pull out a comb and slick part of his hair back. ]
My name is Matsuno Karamatsu. I am the second eldest in a litter of sextuplets. I am looking for my beloved, long-lost and long-separated brothers: Osomatsu, Choromatsu, Ichimatsu, Jyushimatsu and Todomatsu, as Mommy would be worried sick to find us all missing but also not all together, either. They should not be hard to fine, ah, as they are all blessed with my handsome face. If you should see one of them, please let them know their dear brother is looking for them.
As for my skills to assist the the best of my ability, I have provided a list for you. I do hope I can do whatever I can for you all as I care for your well-being and our operations at hand! Hmph— I hope you are dazzled and impressed.
[ there's a text message following soon after: ]
MATSUNO KARAMATSU'S SKILLS:
1. MUSICALLY TALENTED: ACOUSTIC GUITAR.
2. DESIGNER: PERFECT FASHION.
3. PROFESSIONAL POETRY.
4. FLOWER ARRANGING.
5. DOOR-OPENER (ALSO DOOR-STOPPER.)
6. GRAVITY CHECKER (FALLING OFF THE ROOF.)
7. TOILER PAPER RE-PLACER.
8. LULLABY SINGER.
9. LOYAL FRIENDSHIPPER.
10. ACTING.
11. CAN CURL TONGUE.
12. CAN DO THE SPLITS.
[ as you can see, he's .... really..... struggling to find what he's good at and how he can help since he's a loser, but maybe if he puts a bunch of stuff down, people will think he is awesome. ]
permaction
He doesn't expect to be flagged down by a hot girl, so when she waves her hand he actually points at himself and his eyebrows lift to just behind his fringe.
Ah..
Regardless what she does, he trots dumbly towards her with a questioning expression. ]
Am I.. meeting you here?
[ yeah dumbass. ]
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Yeah, you are. So let's go, we need to find you something... (eyes him...) Small.
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Though, he seems tickled to pieces Sombra hasn't insulted him (he's accustomed to being called short, truly) avoided him, or harmed him yet. It's a record breaker. So, a rather jovial expression crosses his face, cheeks tinting slightly.
Yeah! Let's go to the market together. ]
Ah, whatever you say!
Do you have any ideas where the gun aisle is?
[ this isn't.. the grocery store..???? ]
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The gun stall is further down. Don't make direct eye contact and don't respond to pushy sellers...
(actually, she's gonna give him a little practice round, wheeling back around to him. and she steps directly into his personal space bubble, leaning in with a very sharp tug at his jacket.)
How much? I got things to trade — but if you're that uninterested, I could always just take it off your hands free of charge.
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[ Oh man, he's already braced himself, unable to really move as he just looks Sombra right in the eyes, bold brows pinning together.
He looks.. completely oblivious in his expression, but the way his stance has changed makes him seem not so defenseless.
(He's really good at appearing as something he isn't.) ]
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A response like that is gonna get your teeth knocked in. Don't stutter, either. Back straight, chest out, raise a hand, and say "no." (letting go of his jacket, smoothing that right down for him with a pat to his chest.)
Got all that? If you don't, you're gonna lose a looot of money.
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[ (that's... well.. that's good.)
Though, seriously, if she keeps being this cool but also touchy-feely, he's going to have to excuse himself to rub one out. Sorry, I don't make the thirsty virgin rules. It just kind of happens.
He just.. nods— slowly— his usual confident demeanor wiped off his face completely. Then, he's shaking his head, almost as if to snap himself out of it. ]
I will try my best. I have lost.. many things of this wretched world— something as insignificant as money.. and my teeth should not crush my heart if it does happen.
[ yeah, says the guy who pees himself when he wins pachinko and desperately doesn't want his little brother to brag about their winnings so the rest of his brothers don't find out and steal the money from him.
He trails along after her, though, conscious of his posture and stance now. His chest is out, his back is straight.. he might be over-doing it cause he looks kind of silly. ]
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(time to try the black market out. it shouldn't be a problem with her around, but she really isn't into saving people... that's a hero's duty and not exactly up her alley... a glance back at him because she has a feeling he's embarrassing her, before looking forward with a roll of her eyes.
yep.
whatever, the gun stall isn't all that far in anyway — and who knows? his eccentricities might be seen as a "okay, that guy's got a few screws missing" red flag for some of the more paranoid shoppers.)
It's just up here. Did you have a model in mind, chico?
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NO OKAY, she's talking to him, so his eyes bounce upward. Oh, she's talking about the models of guns now.. something he is actually educated about. Karamatsu is dense— extremely dense. He has trouble reading the atmosphere and definitely reading the feelings and thoughts of others. However, there are a few things he knows a lot about. Fashion is one thing, as everyone knows those are the only magazines he owns with the one or two dirty ones he keeps stashed away. It's impressive what he knows about fashion though it's a useless trait if he wasn't making any steps to become a fashion designer, but he could tell you a lot about it.
Another thing was Western culture. He was always fascinated by it and the English language. Poetry, poets from all over the world, but then...
guns. Karamatsu really liked guns, and when you're a jobless NEET, sometimes you stay at home and learn all about these things.
His answer is firm, as if he had already made his decision: ]
Ah, well.. I was thinking of something like a Desert Eagle .50 AE.
[ he's dreaming... big... and lethal... ]
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sombra, however, is momentarily caught off-guard by the actual reply. not for the fact that the gun is an impressive one, but because he mentioned its entire name specifically. that's some underestimation she's done, kicking herself for it. guess this guy deserves a fraction more of the sad benefit of the doubt she's been giving him so far.
and pink lips curve into a pleased smile, eyebrow quirking high.)
I'm impressed, Kara. You've got an eye for these kinds of things, huh? (a slyer look before she finally raps her knuckles on a nearby gun case to get his attention,) Dunno if they have anything like that, we'll have to shop around. But I'd keep my eye out for the more futuristic fare... We've gotta fight fire with fire, after all. I've got a sneaking suspicion your typical bullets aren't gonna cut it.
(a wink, finger-gunning.)
Don't wanna go firing off blanks, now, niño, do ya?
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Anyway, she's impressed with him! Something as simply as that gets his heart to accelerate. Yay, good job, he did something right in his life. Though, it's the way she talks, the finger-guns— holy shit, he also finger-guns too— and that nickname with her accent that gets his collar hot.
He's silently thankful he didn't wear his formfitting space suit for this and denims instead that were a little looser. ]
Heh, that is true. I don't suppose you have experience [ he could have just left the sentence there but— ] with guns of that nature, do you?
[ you look like you might. ]
Either way, I will trust your judgement, as I am not familiar with guns such as those.
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watches him flush and stares oppressively for what feels like a solid minute before deigning to reply.)
I've seen some in action and know how capable they can be, (slyly,) but as for using one myself, well, I'm a little old-fashioned myself. I've got a machine pistol. So I'll be picking something up today as well.
(a look down into the case, admiring the selection.)
C'mere, tell me what you like. (this is all so fake it's making me nauseous.)
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She beckons him over and he's there in half the time the average man might would be, suddenly by her side, grossly taking in her scent, stealth-fully, with an easy inhale through his nostrils.
What does he like? Well. His eyes scan each weapon— everything looks really good. He can identify familiar pieces and parts and some models look familiar too. ]
I like.. big.. and powerful. Sleek and attractive. Hmph. Something overpowering. Something strong.
[ is he talking about a gun or the kind of women he admires? we just don't know at this point. Though, he fixates on a smaller gun, despite his words. It looks like a revolver of some kind that has a Western kind of flare to it. His lips purse slightly and he points like a kid at a candy store. ]
—Or something like the cowboys use.
[ it's a less technical description, but he can get technical with it if Sombra wants the exact details. Otherwise, he's mainly just curious of her suggestion.
—because he's creepy and wants the kind of gun she would prefer. ]
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(is this just a list of all of their preferences..............)
If it's something cowboys use, though, (leaning against the display case, i wish she wasn't so slick but she's way too slick... pointing down at a couple of cute revolvers with an interesting light strip — must fire small plasma rounds, might be more prolific than something with bullets if it's rechargeable.)
How about this? ... Actually, these are kinda nice. (i guess this is their lucky day.)
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Karamatsu perks up at what she is gesturing at, lips pursing slightly with interest. Ah, well. That is.. okay. That is fine. Especially if she suggests it. He's a lost puppy and he'll follow anyone who gives him positive attention. If she wants that gun and finds it cute, sure, he'll follow suite. ]
Yes, I do believe something like that would be sufficient! Though, I must admit that I have never handled something like that before.
[ then a sly look.. ]
Surely you can handle teaching me, couldn't you, sweet rose?
[ nooo stop.. ]
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a glance to the guns.
a glance to karamatsu.)
Do I look like a teacher to you? Find someone who's got the time for that, I'm all about leaving you to fend for yourself and gain some more skill on your own. Y'know, like a baby bird. (a sharp lean in, nose an inch from his.) You can handle that, right?
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It's a good thing she gets as close as she does, otherwise he might have said that. Karamatsu has a horrible way of flirting and trying too hard to look smooth, but the second something like this happens, he just gets weak at the knees.
But god. ]
A.. Absolutely!
[ oh his voice jumped an octave again... ]
Ah, and I will grow into a strong bird, and sing a lovely song for you..!
[ still is able to get that painful phase out.. apparently.. ]
...but also kill prey for you, as a hawk would!
[ he's easily persuaded .. you just need the right leverage to completely manipulate him and Sombra has got it just by being a really hot girl. ]
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Don't sound so quick to give up what so many would want back, if given the chance. If you're good at singing, do that, but don't feel the need to stick your fingers in too many pies. 'Kay?
(before letting him go with a smile, motioning to the vendor. these two guns, a glass-tapping finger seems to demand.)
But if you reeeally wanna do something for me... Watch my back. Can you handle that?
(never can hurt to have an extra pair of eyes.)
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He does grumble and rub his nose once she lets him go, but nods dumbly at everything she says cause he's a useless piece of trash that has no concept of following his own direction and lead. Watch your back? Sure. Yeah.
He thinks she'll do something cool, so he actually takes one step back to give her space. ]