audience: emma perkins

[cyclists]

Comments

[cyclists]

[there is a brief surprise at that - but also like. lune is absolutely laughing once he actually sees what it is that she means

and then they turn to her]

Are you inviting me to go in with you?

Perhaps I may...

Might I ask you to assist me in disrobing?

[did

did i mention that lune is old

and their joints are bad]

1/2

[foodbin]

[foodbin]

What...?

[cyclists]

Mm?

[there is a noise of confusion and a cant of their head to the side]

Ahahaha. I apologize. Normally I have assistance in dressing.

[this is just

incredibly normal for them and there is no shame in this statement]

[foodbin]

You... have clothes on underneath that, right?

[she’s misunderstanding this?? right??]

[cyclists]

Mm? Ah, I do. Those I believe I am meant to remove those as well, isn't that so?

[there is such an obvious note of confusion in their voice

though as they regard her again - ]

Ah, are you concerned over my modesty?

I may summon a towel if it would make you more comfortable.

[foodbin]

If you would, that'd be great. Really great.

[But, hm.]

...Won't I be able to see your face if you take that off?

[cyclists]

Likely so...

However I only believe that the hoods are in place since our previous identities do not matter in the face of our new roles as guides. You have enough of an impression of me without seeing my face, do you not?

[so her opinion won't change is what lune is getting at

regardless they'll be waiting because like they said they

can't disrobe themselves]

[foodbin]

[She nods, then, stepping forwards. After a few moments of hesitation, she reaches up... And then realizes she has to raise herself onto the balls of her feet to reach. Once she does that, though, she's pulling off the cloak.

How much is she going to regret this on a scale of one to ten?]

[cyclists]

[that depends entirely on how emma feels when she's face to face with lune unhooded.

considering the fact that there will only be a perfectly gentle and serene smile on a face that is, in all honesty, perhaps unfair in how beautiful it is. crescent moons are reflected in the man's eyes as they face her. the smile that was in their voice is now plainly evident.]

Thank you, thank you.

[though given the rest of the ensemble (sans sword) perhaps it's a bit warranted that he might need a bit of help disrobing]

[foodbin]

...Oh, wow. Look at you.

[Somehow! Not what she was expecting! But, anyways. She's giving his outfit a surprised (and a little bit lost) glance.]

Okay, um. How do I get this off, and how far do I go before the towel comes into play?

[cyclists]

[to be fair no one can imagine that a thousand+ years old spirit would look like a gorgeous ikemen but here we are, thanks japan.

anyway lune will only offer a laugh]

Look at me?

[sorry he doesn't know what that means]

I believe there are ties... and another white layer beneath this blue one. I should be able to retreat to locate a towel for your comfort following that.

[he's gonna try really hard to be gracious, but at least he definitely just gives off the air of an old noble who's never had to do anything for himself...]

[foodbin]

You just - don't look how I expected you to look. That's all.

[She starts untying his outer garments once she finds them, and as she does:]

...So, Shess said you were able to give him information in return for him telling you something about himself. Is that something you could do for me?

[cyclists]

Hmm...

What I asked Shess for was simply something that he was not comfortable telling me of his own volition the first time I questioned him, so it would have to be something that you would not share freely with me if I asked.

[which is naturally something that's harder to think of the longer that they get to know each other, and the more lune gets trusted]

And it was only to answer a specific question of his. So perhaps if you are able to think of something you desire to know, and I am able to receive something of fairly equal value...

[foodbin]

Deep dark secrets, huh?

[She pauses for a moment, thinking.]

And I'm guessing there are certain things you can't tell me, even if you wanted to.

[cyclists]

Likely so.

[there is a gentle smile at that]

I am happy to barter information in the ways that I can - but some possess prices too high to be able to exchange via simple word of mouth, I'm afraid.

[foodbin]

[She pauses for a moment, and:]

You said that you thought each of the elements fit the people who were in them, right? Could I get... a basic description of the kind of person you'd think would fit in each one?

[cyclists]

Hmm.... You know you are drawing rather close to simply asking an old man's opinion.

Then let me ask this first -

Do you believe that your element suits you?

[foodbin]

[She shakes her head.]

No. Not really. That wasn't a secret, though, so...

[cyclists]

[there is another laugh]

I'm afraid that I cannot provide an answer to your question regardless - as I had told you before that it was not the young one or myself who applied elements.

However...

I believe that watching others, you may be able to see the affinity they have to certain elements. The volatility and warmth of fire, the tranquility but forcefulness of water, the free-spirited yet intangibility of air, and the rooted though self-possessed nature of earth.

Every person is different... but they are all so very enjoyable to watch.

[foodbin]

...I think that does help, actually. A lot.

[She tilts her head.]

So, I owe you an answer.

[cyclists]

Consider it thanks, perhaps, for assisting an old man in removing his robes.

[give that she's been able to strip him of most of the outer layers and he's down to one simple white, luxurious-looking yukata]

If I may briefly take my leave?

[so that she doesn't have to endure watching grandpa strip even though he looks late 20s max yikes]

[foodbin]

—Right, yeah. Go for it.

[he's still a grandpa in her heart.]

[cyclists]

[that's honestly the most valid opinion considering the fact that he's ancient and he's just going to shuffle off to head back inside briefly to change

and then he'll come back out, a towel wrapped around his waist and for once missing tsurumaru's bracelet around his wrist.

it's gingerly that he starts to head into the hot springs, amused all over again about the bubbles]

Hahaha. Splendid, splendid. What a wonderful gift.

[foodbin]

Any time.

[She pauses for a moment, thinking.]

About the role... Would the scroll we get tell us whether or not someone is corrupted?