[Rune isn't exactly sure why he's chasing cats again, except that he's supposed to return them to someone who is missing them. Which would have been fine, if the creatures weren't more elusive than Rune had anticipated.
He left Mocha at the merchandise cart, just in case people might mistake him for one of these odd gemstone cats. He doesn't need to chase down two problems.
He manages to corner one of the cats in an alley, or so he thought. It's hidden itself somewhere between the nearby car and a pile of garbage, and any passerby can hear Rune cursing up a storm in Norwegian. (Something along the lines of Are you fucking kidding me!? This is ridiculous! HOW did you manage to hide in THERE! etc, for anyone who can understand Norwegian.)
With a very frustrated groan, Rune gets on his hands and knees. It's not that he minds per se, but he certainly doesn't look forward to getting his clothes dirty on the off chance that he might catch one of these mischievous critters.
Something dashes by him and Rune tries to launch after it. A slip and a scrape, and Rune falls on the ground, missing the cat, and his only prize is a tear in his jeans and a bloody knee.
If you thought he was swearing up a storm before, wait until you hear him now. (These jeans cost £50 and are imported! Seriously?!? Why me!?)
He's just... sitting there, while he bitches at no one in particular. No sense in going back into town on a temper tantrum to get bandages yet.]
[ 3. Halloween ]
[Who would have thought Rune had a creep-factor? Not this guy. And yet, here he is in some kind of overdone theme party trying to figure out who actually went to these lengths to turn it up to eleven.
But the apples look frightening and unappetizing, while the skeletons are making his skin crawl a bit. Still... in all of his uneasiness, he sidles up to the first person he can find on the streets, a bit of an uncomfortable smile on his lips while he tries to shrug this entire thing off.]
Quiit the staaygeprips, yea? Whea do ya think they git thea meekit aa?
[Translation: "Quite the stageprops, yea? Where do you think they get their market at?"
His accent is Norwegian, and perhaps a little thick for most English speakers to get a grasp on. It doesn't help that his surroundings are a little more frightening than he's used to. But hey, if you manage to understand him, good on you! If not, he speaks French, too.]
[ 4. SUMMER! ]
[Now this is what is right up Rune's alley - parties! Between the fête and pride, he's enjoying the vast intake of activities and fare. Foods, drinks, great people! This is the life, as far as he's concerned!
It doesn't take long for him to try and grab you by the arm to try and dance with him, a smile wide on his face.]
C'maan, iis taem ta le luse, as tha se!
[Translation: "C'mon, it's time to let loose, as they say!"
If you should choose to dance with him, his moves are graceful and energetic, and he's more than thrilled to have you as a dance partner. But if you should refuse, well...]
Fai D. Flourite | Tsubasa Chronicle
[ 1. Catspawn ]
[Rune isn't exactly sure why he's chasing cats again, except that he's supposed to return them to someone who is missing them. Which would have been fine, if the creatures weren't more elusive than Rune had anticipated.
He left Mocha at the merchandise cart, just in case people might mistake him for one of these odd gemstone cats. He doesn't need to chase down two problems.
He manages to corner one of the cats in an alley, or so he thought. It's hidden itself somewhere between the nearby car and a pile of garbage, and any passerby can hear Rune cursing up a storm in Norwegian. (Something along the lines of Are you fucking kidding me!? This is ridiculous! HOW did you manage to hide in THERE! etc, for anyone who can understand Norwegian.)
With a very frustrated groan, Rune gets on his hands and knees. It's not that he minds per se, but he certainly doesn't look forward to getting his clothes dirty on the off chance that he might catch one of these mischievous critters.
Something dashes by him and Rune tries to launch after it. A slip and a scrape, and Rune falls on the ground, missing the cat, and his only prize is a tear in his jeans and a bloody knee.
If you thought he was swearing up a storm before, wait until you hear him now. (These jeans cost £50 and are imported! Seriously?!? Why me!?)
He's just... sitting there, while he bitches at no one in particular. No sense in going back into town on a temper tantrum to get bandages yet.]
[ 3. Halloween ]
[Who would have thought Rune had a creep-factor? Not this guy. And yet, here he is in some kind of overdone theme party trying to figure out who actually went to these lengths to turn it up to eleven.
Not that he doesn't enjoy Halloween. He's sporting a carefully handmade faerie costume While he tries to traverse about.
But the apples look frightening and unappetizing, while the skeletons are making his skin crawl a bit. Still... in all of his uneasiness, he sidles up to the first person he can find on the streets, a bit of an uncomfortable smile on his lips while he tries to shrug this entire thing off.]
Quiit the staaygeprips, yea? Whea do ya think they git thea meekit aa?
[Translation: "Quite the stageprops, yea? Where do you think they get their market at?"
His accent is Norwegian, and perhaps a little thick for most English speakers to get a grasp on. It doesn't help that his surroundings are a little more frightening than he's used to. But hey, if you manage to understand him, good on you! If not, he speaks French, too.]
[ 4. SUMMER! ]
[Now this is what is right up Rune's alley - parties! Between the fête and pride, he's enjoying the vast intake of activities and fare. Foods, drinks, great people! This is the life, as far as he's concerned!
It doesn't take long for him to try and grab you by the arm to try and dance with him, a smile wide on his face.]
C'maan, iis taem ta le luse, as tha se!
[Translation: "C'mon, it's time to let loose, as they say!"
If you should choose to dance with him, his moves are graceful and energetic, and he's more than thrilled to have you as a dance partner. But if you should refuse, well...]
Aw, c'maan. Dyu nee ah dreenk ta lusen ahp? Iis ahn mae.
["Aw, c'mon. Do you need a drink to loosen up? It's on me."
Minors will get something more age-friendly, of course.]