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Who: Schuldig and anyone.
What: Schu needs a few basics.
When: Once the arrival pains fade and the anger rises. Probably mid-afternoon.
Where: Wandering the village.
Summary: Schuldig's found out enough about what's going on that he hates the place already. Needing food, clothes, and a distraction is enough to force him out into the village, though.
Rating: PG-13, probably. Language and Schuldig being himself.

Schuldig wandered through the village with a faint, thoughtful frown. His attention was less on where he was going and more on the information he could glean from the minds around him. The layout of the village was easy to grab, and his first stop was to pick up some clothes. He preferred his own, but they didn't have wing-slits yet, so he settled for a random shirt that looked decent.

The fuss of manipulating his new wings to get the shirt on didn't improve his mood any.

So, the bastards behind all this were called the Malnosso, huh? Something to keep in mind, even if it was just so he knew who he was cursing at. Malnosso, Filial....the animals talk?! He was going to be pissed if that meant he could read their minds, too. People were more than enough fucking noise.

"Damn, this place really does suck."

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"You can say that again," chuckled Asellus, who was currently patching up a hole on her roof that had been there since the floods. Balanced precariously upon the thatching, her wings were extended to their full lengths for balance, indigo pinions gleaming in the sun. She usually wasn't one for eavesdropping, but the truth was that it was either overhear him talking or have him overhear her singing which, while not terrible, was not exactly the most melodious of voices. "You're new, I take it?" She'd taken a loose pair of white pants from the shop, and was now in the sundress they'd brought her here in and those pants, her shoulders and nose slightly sunburnt and her grin more than slightly amused.

"New and already disgusted. I'm a city boy at heart."

Schuldig looked up, examining her. He reached out cautiously, skimming very lightly across the surface of her mind. He wasn't usually so careful as he was being at the moment, but knowing there were others with powers around here made him cautious.

"I'm Schuldig."

"Asellus. We met on the networks, I think." If he delved deeper into her mind, he may have noted that under the more human thought patterns, deeper in her subconscious there were some very NON-human patterns. But a light skim would have brought back impressions of a bright, if somewhat older than appearances suggested, mind, and nothing more.

She hopped down from the roof, landing cat-like on her feet, and her wings folded back to a more comfortable position. With a charming smile, she offered a hand. "It's great to meet you in person. I hardly see anyone out in this area anymore."

"The journal things, yeah," Schuldig says, shoving one hand into a pocket. He pulls his mind back, keeping just enough attention that hers doesn't fade into the constant stream of background noise.

He takes her hand, lifting it to his mouth with a little smirk to kiss the knuckles. "It's definitely much nicer talking to a pretty woman when I can see her. I needed to pick up some essentials, not to mention walking off my bad mood."

She smiled, blushing involuntarily (as with pale skin, the blushing was part of the package) at the feel of lips over her knuckles. She was amused, and curious about this new addition to her neighborhood, though her reactions were slightly suspicious, as she'd heard people calling her pretty countless times in her life. But there was still a little thrill of pleasure at it, each time. And it wasn't like he wasn't quite good-looking, himself, anyway.

"Well, I can try to help you with the essencials," she chuckled, "and if you'd like, I could try to help with the other half of those necessities..." Her smile was just the slightest bit smirky.

Schuldig always appreciates being appreciated. A wickedly knowing smile curved his lips as he lifted them from her hand.

"Right now I'm after food. Starving German, here," Schuldig says, tossing his hair. Can he get away with sliding an arm around her waist? It's been a while since he's had the opportunity to enjoy pleasant female company without Crawford yelling at him the next day.

If he kept up the charming act, he probably could have gotten away with whatever he liked; Asellus was a connoisseur of charm, and she knew and appreciated skill when she saw it. "Something to eat for you, then... Hm. What do you want to eat?" She looked at him sideways from under the heavy fringe of lashes ringing her eyes. She could be charming and provocative too, when she tried, after all.

Schuldig liked a lot of things~... It wasn't hard to be charming when you always knew how people were reacting to you. He smirked at her, his blue eyes dark with any number of things.

"As tasty as you look, I'd really like a good blutwurst. But I'll settle for almost anything that isn't fish or rice by now. Too long in Japan."

She chuckled, and with a smirky smile, she nodded. "Well, let's see what we can do for you," she drawled, slow and smoky. "I'm not so sure about meat-- when you can hear the animals begging not to kill you you get a little iffy about cooking them--, but the shops should have something. How much do you like sweet things? There's plenty of fruits around here, for sure..."

Schuldig couldn't help but laugh, a secretive smile curving his lips. His hand brushed casually against her hip. "I love sweet things. Honey is my favorite, but I'll try anything once."

If he decided he really wanted meat, he might go see Farf. Animals that could beg and scream were probably nearly as good as people, and he loved the feel of Farf's mind when he was killing.

"You won't be disappointed," she winked. "There are some strange fruits growing here, but they're all sweet as honey." She shifted her walk, hip brushing his hand 'innocently', and then purposefully shifted again until she was a fingersbreadth from his touch, testing him. "If a little better with some spicing."

She tossed green hair, tucking one lock behind her ear, and inspected the road ahead. They weren't far from a 'shop' now.

"Sounds good to me," Schuldig purred, closing the distance to trace his hand over her hip again. Schuldig's eyes lifted for a moment, moving unerringly to the shop building.

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Asellus giggled again, letting herself drift closer, and turned to him. "There it is," she gestured. "Anything you need that they've determined we can have is there-- food, clothing, that sort of thing. Some light weaponry, too, but it's not very good." She seemed a bit pouty at that, as if the sheathed knife tucked into her waistband hadn't served her well enough. "I don't suggest taking too much-- it's a bitch to carry sometimes and it'll be there whenever you need it."