[ as easy as that and ramuda doesn't think too hard on it either. he's agreed to things like this before and this one doesn't need to be different. even though it is already.
it's one thing to agree to go with someone knowing you can just get a train, a cab, or even a plane back.
...but it's fine right? yeah, it's fine! ]
Y'know, normally I pinkie promise over things like this, hehe. [ he looks up at him impish, wiggling a little. ]
[Easy as that, hm? No fuss, no muss. Lobelia smiles. It's hardly a bad thing to be so decisive in one's own thinking. He warmly ruffles Ramuda's hair.]
A pinky promise...? I've not heard of that before.
[But he can put two and two together and assume Ramuda wants them to loop their pinkies together, perhaps exchange a verbal promise at the same time. That's no problem, of course... but he's going to mess with Ramuda a little first.]
Is this a bid to mind and capture my soul, mon cher? This is not unlike how a demon seeks a contract.
[ wrapping their pinkies together, hehe. pinky promise!
well a pinky promise plus a quick kiss because he can. maybe because he is a demon of sorts who just does what he wants when the opportunity presents itself. ]
Oooh, I gotta fight fate for you? That sounds like it could be fun! But why's it want you?
Hmmmm... well I know what they are and I know that it drives a lotta women crazy when their fortune comes up bad! And then they do all kinds of things like wear mismatched shoes or pay only in coins or only eat fruit for a whole to week to try to counteract it.
But I'm guessing I'd need to do more than that, huh? [ he is undaunted. ]
Sure, there is much within your means that you can change, but not everything. Not fate, not karma, not the nature of your own mortality... but knowing where you fall on the celestial map tells you about the trajectory of your life.
[But it's no surprise that Ramuda remains undaunted. If Lobelia were to cut someone to pieces in front of his very eyes, he's sure the reaction he'd garner would be similarly disproportionate... but that's what he likes about Ramuda. It's fine!
Ah, but the meaning of his name... Lobelia shakes his head.]
[ honestly, he was spooked when he really saw what lobelia could do with yuki. but it didn't scare him beyond a few beats of his rabbit heart. because he's a person who's drawn to the dangerous things in life, and from an artist to an artist it really was beautiful. ]
Mmhmm! [ he takes lobelia's hand and turns it palm side up so he can draw with his finger. ]
The first character in ramuda is 乱, it means "disorder", "riot", "war". The second character is 数 which means "number". If you put it together you can read it as "ransuu" which is random number, so something unpredictable and by that nature, chaotic.
So actually, I think we're complimentary! There's nothing more chaotic than destruction, is there? ☆
[Lobelia hums— Ramuda's origins sound... unusual, but they've yet to discuss such things anyway. Taught himself everything besides rap? Lobelia can't imagine he had a normal home life.]
Oui— a type of flower. But if you're looking for a grander reason behind the name, I'm afraid only my Maman and Papa could tell you... and they aren't around to answer such questions.
Awww, well that's okay. That means you can have it symbolize whatever ya want if nothing or no one can say otherwise! Or you can just leave it like that, cause it's a pretty name!
[ at least that's how ramuda views it. ]
I got my name from someone else cause parents and me aren't a thing.
[ in the most literal of terms, and maybe the way he says it so, bluntly in a way that simply is the truth rather than just ramuda being ramuda, betrays him slightly here. ]
[Ramuda's bluntness doesn't startle him— quite the opposite. Lobelia finds it refreshing.]
A pretty name, hm? Then I suppose I should treat it like one... choose the meaning that suits me best and wear it proudly.
[A beat, his tone turning curious rather than prying.]
And you... then is it safe to presume you were not born in the manner most are born? You suggest you have no parents, but it doesn't sound as if they've simply passed away.
[ ramuda hums his approval, making words bend to his whims is a large part of who he is. that's half the fun of rapping!
but ahhh, he stills here in movement, breathing, even in thought. he said too much. he's been saying too much...
he hears this echo and it's fortunate that the tone is different enough. well-he has no time to dwell right now, he has to keep moving and seem natural. ]
Haha...you can presume that if you want, I guess. [ that answers it enough, doesn't it? ] The guy who named me is kinda funny, but he's definitely a shitty parent to his own kids so I lucked out in that I never have to call him dad.
[ let's talk about him instead and not about ramuda himself. ]
[He opened a can of worms without meaning to, did he? A shame for Ramuda, but Lobelia is as opportunistic as any shark. He never promised his bites would not hurt.]
Your lack of a proper answer is an answer in itself, Mon petit éclair... but it's nothing to feel ashamed of. No one chooses the circumstances of their birth.
[And no one has the right to tell Ramuda how to walk his path. Lobelia is the last man with a mind to judge him.]
You've known too many terrible men in too short a life... but that will end. Your future will be yours to shape with your own hands. Let the thought uplift you.
[ is it shame? it's something a bit more complicated. ramuda smiles up at lobelia, this one particularly pointed.
they never promised each other that they wouldn't bare their teeth at each other in only affectionate ways, did they? maybe that's part of the problem because if they had ramuda wouldn't be in as deep as he is now. ]
You like saying things to me like that, huh? [ why. ]
[ ramuda searches his eyes for something he's not going to find, any crumb or hint that lobelia isn't being earnest here. that he's just saying these things because it makes him feel better to say them, because he'd say them to anyone else.
all he finds instead is something, someone, he harmonizes with too easily. ]
No. But if you keep saying things like that, I'm really gonna believe them. [ he already mostly does. ]
That's a good thing, Éclair. Believing what I say.
[People put their faith in all sorts of things: a higher power, sciences, other people. Lobelia's gaze remains unshaken because he means everything he says.]
I would like it if you continued to believe me, évidemment... but if I must prove myself to you, then know that I will.
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[ as easy as that and ramuda doesn't think too hard on it either. he's agreed to things like this before and this one doesn't need to be different. even though it is already.
it's one thing to agree to go with someone knowing you can just get a train, a cab, or even a plane back.
...but it's fine right? yeah, it's fine! ]
Y'know, normally I pinkie promise over things like this, hehe. [ he looks up at him impish, wiggling a little. ]
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A pinky promise...? I've not heard of that before.
[But he can put two and two together and assume Ramuda wants them to loop their pinkies together, perhaps exchange a verbal promise at the same time. That's no problem, of course... but he's going to mess with Ramuda a little first.]
Is this a bid to mind and capture my soul, mon cher? This is not unlike how a demon seeks a contract.
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[ well, they both know the answer here and ramuda is just being silly in return. ]
But what if I do? Would ya give it to me? [ batting his eyelashes, extremely, adorably cutely. ]
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[But Lobelia knows what lies beneath all the saccharine sweetness, and he's far from afraid. Bring it on, demon. He'll take you.]
I may be so inclined... supposing fate will hand me over to you without a fight.
[In the meantime, he extends his pinky to Ramuda.]
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well a pinky promise plus a quick kiss because he can. maybe because he is a demon of sorts who just does what he wants when the opportunity presents itself. ]
Oooh, I gotta fight fate for you? That sounds like it could be fun! But why's it want you?
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I would not be so keen to try if I were you. Tell me, how much do you know of the Major Arcana?
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But I'm guessing I'd need to do more than that, huh? [ he is undaunted. ]
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[And that brings him nicely to his next point...]
Sure, there is much within your means that you can change, but not everything. Not fate, not karma, not the nature of your own mortality... but knowing where you fall on the celestial map tells you about the trajectory of your life.
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So what's your fate then?
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[Lobelia is the chaos that precedes real change. Not the fun part.]
That is to say... my major Arcana is La Torre. Does that surprise you?
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Nah, not at all! Is that supposed to scare me?
Cause I just find it really interesting instead! And who says I gotta fight that fate anyway? I mean I still can, but...
Hehe, do you know what my name means, Lobelia?
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[But it's no surprise that Ramuda remains undaunted. If Lobelia were to cut someone to pieces in front of his very eyes, he's sure the reaction he'd garner would be similarly disproportionate... but that's what he likes about Ramuda. It's fine!
Ah, but the meaning of his name... Lobelia shakes his head.]
Non. You'll tell me, won't you?
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Mmhmm! [ he takes lobelia's hand and turns it palm side up so he can draw with his finger. ]
The first character in ramuda is 乱, it means "disorder", "riot", "war". The second character is 数 which means "number". If you put it together you can read it as "ransuu" which is random number, so something unpredictable and by that nature, chaotic.
So actually, I think we're complimentary! There's nothing more chaotic than destruction, is there? ☆
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Ah! So you were aptly named. Quelle coïncidence! We do indeed make a fine pair... or rather, a perfectly destructive one.
[He'd return the favor and explain what his name means, but—]
In my case... surely you know what Lobelia means.
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[ and since he's having such a good time right now, and isn't that what matters? ]
I had to self teach myself pretty much everything besides rap~. Lobelia is a plant though, right? Tell me!
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Oui— a type of flower. But if you're looking for a grander reason behind the name, I'm afraid only my Maman and Papa could tell you... and they aren't around to answer such questions.
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[ at least that's how ramuda views it. ]
I got my name from someone else cause parents and me aren't a thing.
[ in the most literal of terms, and maybe the way he says it so, bluntly in a way that simply is the truth rather than just ramuda being ramuda, betrays him slightly here. ]
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A pretty name, hm? Then I suppose I should treat it like one... choose the meaning that suits me best and wear it proudly.
[A beat, his tone turning curious rather than prying.]
And you... then is it safe to presume you were not born in the manner most are born? You suggest you have no parents, but it doesn't sound as if they've simply passed away.
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but ahhh, he stills here in movement, breathing, even in thought. he said too much. he's been saying too much...
he hears this echo and it's fortunate that the tone is different enough. well-he has no time to dwell right now, he has to keep moving and seem natural. ]
Haha...you can presume that if you want, I guess. [ that answers it enough, doesn't it? ] The guy who named me is kinda funny, but he's definitely a shitty parent to his own kids so I lucked out in that I never have to call him dad.
[ let's talk about him instead and not about ramuda himself. ]
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Your lack of a proper answer is an answer in itself, Mon petit éclair... but it's nothing to feel ashamed of. No one chooses the circumstances of their birth.
[And no one has the right to tell Ramuda how to walk his path. Lobelia is the last man with a mind to judge him.]
You've known too many terrible men in too short a life... but that will end. Your future will be yours to shape with your own hands. Let the thought uplift you.
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they never promised each other that they wouldn't bare their teeth at each other in only affectionate ways, did they? maybe that's part of the problem because if they had ramuda wouldn't be in as deep as he is now. ]
You like saying things to me like that, huh? [ why. ]
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[Lobelia's fingers gently frame Ramuda's jaw, keeping his eyes on his.]
Do I need a greater reason?
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all he finds instead is something, someone, he harmonizes with too easily. ]
No. But if you keep saying things like that, I'm really gonna believe them. [ he already mostly does. ]
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[People put their faith in all sorts of things: a higher power, sciences, other people. Lobelia's gaze remains unshaken because he means everything he says.]
I would like it if you continued to believe me, évidemment... but if I must prove myself to you, then know that I will.
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Hehe, okay. [ another kiss, this one deeper, for indulging him. ] But why do you like me so much? I'm flattered that you do, though.
[ truly he is. even if ramuda finds it confusing because surely other people have given lobelia affections and attention before? ]
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