convenience store; [The lack of employees in the convenience store doesn’t make him pause - he truly wasn’t planning on paying for things anyways, so it just makes it easier for him - but the convenience store itself isn’t what he was expecting at all. He’s never seen a store with such an odd collection of things he’s never seen before, but he can’t deny that it is probably a convenient place if you actually know what these things are:
It doesn’t take him long to find the oddly packaged, unfamiliar snacks, and he picks up a few, flipping them over and reading over everything he can as if it will explain anything. Eventually he begins to rip them open, taking a bite and discarding the ones he dislikes and setting aside the remains of ones he does. (He seems to much prefer sweet snacks, bags of chips and pretzels meeting the floor after he spends a moment appreciating the crunch.)
He’s making quite a mess, honestly, but he doesn’t seem concerned with cleaning up after himself.]
graveyard; [Graveyards aren’t something Owen spends a lot of time in - granted, the frozen ground of his homeland is one of many things making burying the dead an awful way to dispose of human corpses - but it’s a novel experience. There’s a somber, grim air to the graveyard Owen finds delightful. He’s sure countless people have come to mourn their dead loved ones in this place, and he can practically feel the centuries of grief lingering in the air. Perhaps others would find it offputting, but he’s having a great time in the doom and gloom.
Any other visitors to the graveyard will find the man - just slightly taller than average, with spindly limbs and a bright smile on his face - perching on one of the headstones. He’s got a little (“little”, there’s a veritable mountain in his lap) picnic for himself of snack cakes and bottled teas from the convenience stores, and he’s humming to himself happily. Crumbs and frosting are getting everywhere.]
It’s peaceful here, isn’t it?
[Hm.]
You could almost forget about the humans rotting right beneath us.
[hm,]
apartment complex l; [Empty rooms and rooms that look to be refently abandoned… What an odd building, though it’s obvious it’s meant to be a shelter for those living in this city. Which means Owen, right now, because there’s not many other people around. It’s quite strange, the lack of living. Even the Forest of Dreams had wildlife in it, but Owen has seen nary a dog or cat, much less something like a wolf or bear. There aren’t even birds or rodents, making the place bizarrely empty and quiet.
It’s almost unsettling, but Owen is more confused then concerned about the lack of wildlife.]
Hey, you. You haven’t heard anything, have you?
[He means animals when he says that, but he fails to elaborate. Sorry, stranger who happens to be in the complex right now.
Later, after interrogating people about the lack of animals, he actually goes to stake a claim on a room. He picks an abandoned one, because while he’s not one who needs much, he doesn’t want to move furniture. Physical labor is beneath him (and he can’t do much of it anyways). He does move the pictures out into the hall, because they don’t spark joy. While he’s dumping them, he narrows his eye at anyone passing by him.]
You should go stay on a different floor.
[This is his territory now! What are you gonna do about it!]
wildcard; [Come at me with anything! I am open to it all. Also, feel free to look at Owen’s permissions if you want an idea of what to expect in a thread 8’) or you can hit me up if you have any questions or ideas!]
owen | mahoutsukai no yakusoku
[The lack of employees in the convenience store doesn’t make him pause - he truly wasn’t planning on paying for things anyways, so it just makes it easier for him - but the convenience store itself isn’t what he was expecting at all. He’s never seen a store with such an odd collection of things he’s never seen before, but he can’t deny that it is probably a convenient place if you actually know what these things are:
It doesn’t take him long to find the oddly packaged, unfamiliar snacks, and he picks up a few, flipping them over and reading over everything he can as if it will explain anything. Eventually he begins to rip them open, taking a bite and discarding the ones he dislikes and setting aside the remains of ones he does. (He seems to much prefer sweet snacks, bags of chips and pretzels meeting the floor after he spends a moment appreciating the crunch.)
He’s making quite a mess, honestly, but he doesn’t seem concerned with cleaning up after himself.]
graveyard;
[Graveyards aren’t something Owen spends a lot of time in - granted, the frozen ground of his homeland is one of many things making burying the dead an awful way to dispose of human corpses - but it’s a novel experience. There’s a somber, grim air to the graveyard Owen finds delightful. He’s sure countless people have come to mourn their dead loved ones in this place, and he can practically feel the centuries of grief lingering in the air. Perhaps others would find it offputting, but he’s having a great time in the doom and gloom.
Any other visitors to the graveyard will find the man - just slightly taller than average, with spindly limbs and a bright smile on his face - perching on one of the headstones. He’s got a little (“little”, there’s a veritable mountain in his lap) picnic for himself of snack cakes and bottled teas from the convenience stores, and he’s humming to himself happily. Crumbs and frosting are getting everywhere.]
It’s peaceful here, isn’t it?
[Hm.]
You could almost forget about the humans rotting right beneath us.
[hm,]
apartment complex l;
[Empty rooms and rooms that look to be refently abandoned… What an odd building, though it’s obvious it’s meant to be a shelter for those living in this city. Which means Owen, right now, because there’s not many other people around. It’s quite strange, the lack of living. Even the Forest of Dreams had wildlife in it, but Owen has seen nary a dog or cat, much less something like a wolf or bear. There aren’t even birds or rodents, making the place bizarrely empty and quiet.
It’s almost unsettling, but Owen is more confused then concerned about the lack of wildlife.]
Hey, you. You haven’t heard anything, have you?
[He means animals when he says that, but he fails to elaborate. Sorry, stranger who happens to be in the complex right now.
Later, after interrogating people about the lack of animals, he actually goes to stake a claim on a room. He picks an abandoned one, because while he’s not one who needs much, he doesn’t want to move furniture. Physical labor is beneath him (and he can’t do much of it anyways). He does move the pictures out into the hall, because they don’t spark joy. While he’s dumping them, he narrows his eye at anyone passing by him.]
You should go stay on a different floor.
[This is his territory now! What are you gonna do about it!]
wildcard;
[Come at me with anything! I am open to it all. Also, feel free to look at Owen’s permissions if you want an idea of what to expect in a thread 8’) or you can hit me up if you have any questions or ideas!]