Project 1: [voice] un: hello

[unluckynumberseven]

[The Eluvio definitely made him nervous, bringing back memories of a different highly technological setting, but Emil had already made the decision to keep his weird skull-like head up and carry on. That was all there was to do, right? So even though he was scared, he was not only going to wear the strange clothes they gave him and try his best at his first ever real job, but he was going to... try to talk to new people.

It still felt like a real accomplishment, even if he did feel a lot safer not using the video feed. He just didn't want to scare anyone..]

Hello, everyone! My name is Emil.

[There. A perfectly normal thing to say! He could do this. He was going to ignore his anxieties and be brave like his friends.]

This is really confusing, but... as long as I'm here, I want to help! I can use magic, and I can fight with it, so if anyone needs a helping hand, like in a dangerous situation... I could do that.

[He can feel himself growing more and more self-conscious, so he hurries to wrap it up.]

Oh! And... does anyone know where I could get some gloves? Really small ones?

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[unluckynumberseven]

Oh, I wasn't looking for an audience! You just seemed curious.

[It might be kind of nice, showing off a little. He's still not sure if the tradeoff was worth it, but having this much magic power feels pretty good.]

Oh, I know! Reaper said that sometimes people here go off on missions. Maybe we could do one together sometime? Then I'll show you what I can do!

[unluckynumberseven]

[Emil can't help but feel pleased. He has a place here after all, maybe, and it sounds kind of exciting!]

Yeah! And my friends back home always said my magic was a blessing, so maybe you're right.

[A pause.]

What, um... what happened to you?

[realimperfect]

Styluses? [ Ok, kid, now she's really tempted to switch to video and see why he would need a stylus or something. But then another art of her knows that's probably a little too nosey in a way, so she'll refrain for a little while longer. She's getting better at this socially acceptable thing, or well.. the culture shock of not having as much leeway to just be an absolute dick head when she wanted to be just because. ]

That explains a particular amount of nothing. [ Bluntness, Re-L. ] Was it passed down in your family, or something?

[hellshot]

Magic doesn't exist where I come from. [Aside from what the Shimada brothers can do, and he's not even certain that shit can really be called 'magic.']

...As for what happened to me, it's a long story I don't want to get into.

Short version? I died in an explosion and someone stupid tried to bring me back to life.

[And fucking failed at it.]

[unluckynumberseven]

[It's okay. Bluntness he can deal with. Straightfoward people were easier to talk to; he always knows where he stands with them.]

Oh, sorry. But in a way, you're right... I got most of it from my sister.

[realimperfect]

Mmnn... [ Man, this is really making her think. Maybe she wasn't the oddest thing in the galaxy if she gave herself a shot at it - ]

What can you do with it? I know I'm asking a lot of questions but this isn't exactly common, where I'm from.

[unluckynumberseven]

Oh, I see.

[He understands, sort of.]

Well, for what it's worth... I'm glad they did! You've been really nice to talk to.

[unluckynumberseven]

Oh, that's okay! A lot of people asked, and I did offer.

I can make these sort of... bubble things, that can shield people and carry them a short distance, and I can fire magic at enemies, and heal a little bit, and fly...

[A short pause, then.]

I can turn people to stone and back too, but I'd rather not do it if I don't have to.

[shenunigans]

you dont need to be so sensitive
everyone has flaws
tiny hands
bloated egos
bad breath
except me
im perfect

hm
i guess being a kid is a legitimate reason to have bizarrely small hands
how old are you anyway
3
3.5
??????

[unluckynumberseven]

[That's actually a good question. How old is he? He knew once, back in that foggy collection of mostly-forgotten memories.

Everything stayed the same for him for over a thousand years. Never growing, never moving. Centuries blending together while he avoided the outside world.

But now he has to think of something to tell this guy.]

Um... that's not what's really important, is it? Who are you, anyway?

[angele]

That's really nice of you to offer. If we all help each other out, if trouble does come up we can handle it.

Hopefully nothing comes up, though. It'd be nice if you wouldn't have to deal with more of it.

[shabby]

A spaceship doesn't surprise you but an empty pen does?

[ Vaas clicks his tongue. ]

You want to trade me a coconut for it maybe, I'll take it. If not, that's okay too.

video | un: morning glory

[finethanks]

Fufu, hello Emil! Welcome. ♪ I'm Eichi Tenshouin. If it's gloves that you want, I have a good eye for uniform design. I'm sure we could find someone in the mall to make you some gloves.

[unluckynumberseven]

Spaceship?

[That part hasn't sunk in yet. He has so much to figure out that the whys and hows and wheres have taken a backseat while he focuses on smaller, manageable worries.]

If I had a coconut I'd give you one, but I'm fresh out. All I showed up with was my staff and a cloak, but that probably wouldn't fit you.

[Plus it's kinda ugly.]

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[unluckynumberseven]

Thank you! It's nice to meet you, Eichi.

[Ooh! A fashionable guy. How cool is that?]

Really? I didn't think about matching them with these weird uniforms. Do you think they can do that?

[finethanks]

They can do whatever you can imagine. Gloves of any color or design, with every finger or any finger, with studs and jewels— only your imagination is the limit.

[realimperfect]

Stone, hm? Well if you can change them back I don't know why there's such concern about doing it. [ She'd love to be able to turn certain people to stone if only so she wouldn't have to deal with them ever again, but this is most likely why Re-L Mayer was never given special powers as such by the universe: It knew better than to do that. Either way she now kind of feels obligated, given the fact that he seems so...

Young, naive even? To give a little warning.

Time to switch to a locked feed, and: ]

You may want to be careful who you advertise these skills to, you know. Who knows who may try to use them for whatever means they may need to their ends. Ship's crew or otherwise.

[yokunaru]

Mm, I think I've seen a few shops in the Shopping Centre that carried children's clothing.

I could show you where they are, if you'd like?

[unluckynumberseven]

Really? Um...

[Well, he can't live in his room forever. Sooner or later, he has to leave to do his job. They gave him one, it's the first one he's ever had, and he takes it very seriously.]

Well... okay. But just promise me one thing first.

[unluckynumberseven]

Really? You think there are people like that here?

[But everyone he's met has been so nice. Mostly.]

[unluckynumberseven]

Ohh...

[He's not even trying to hide his wonder. He does have a bit of a taste for nice clothes, or at least he did when he was human, and the idea of beautiful tailored gloves, with embroidery or jewels...]

Well... my budget is probably also the limit too, right? I don't know if I have enough for anything that nice.

[realimperfect]

None that I've met recently, no. However, the captain and crew of this ship, still mysterious as they are, may not have the best intentions for everyone brought here under whatever circumstance they were. [ Why the hell Re-L is so concerned about warning people all of a sudden is not entirely evident, but hey, here they were anyway, with some weird semblance of trying to care about people breaking through Re-L's generally pissy attitude. ]

What we generally have the most of are military types from what I can tell, so good luck on that front.

[unluckynumberseven]

I don't think they had any intentions. It was an accident that we're here, right? A... an anomaly?

[He's still not clear on exactly how he's here, but he accepted the basic answer they gave him.]

So it's not really their fault.

[realimperfect]

If you like to believe what people feed you, then I won't blow your world apart. However, it may land you in some pretty shitty situations around here, as a warning. You have powers that make you unique, so I'm sure you're no stranger to people subjecting you to things that wouldn't do to others.

[ Presumptive as hell, yes, but it seems to be the same across worlds so far as she's seen at the moment. ]

[unluckynumberseven]

[Good job, Re-L, you hit the nail on the head. Emil doesn't answer right away as he tries to think of a response. The crew who run this ship couldn't possibly have the same intentions as the group who made magic weapons out of him and his sister, right?

He's had enough of hurting people, inadvertently or otherwise. He doesn't want to be a tool of destruction anymore.

When he finally answers her, his voice is smaller, more upset.]

I... I guess you're right. I don't know much about anything here. But I won't use my powers to hurt people, no matter what.