Don't you see, mon cher? I am nothing but myself around you! Although...
[...Well. There's always his unsavory past, if Ramuda is the type who would feel like he knew his partner better by understanding their past. Lobelia doesn't mind sharing, but he won't outright volunteer it.]
...I suppose you'll like me no matter how many skeletons line my closet, oui?
I certainly hope you don't expect me to have kept count.
[Everyone remembers their first kill. It's the ones that follow that all blend together in a torrential red blur. Lobelia smiles, but it's not kind and it's not warm.]
How many people have died by my hand...? Not hundreds, but thousands. Among them, I only recall two names. Quelle honte!
[ what an interesting smile; it suits him in a way that ramuda wants to capture forever, so he does with his lips on his.
ramuda isn't a good person but he's not a bad person either. he is a creature of chaos and while he can care and does deeply, the lives of those who he doesn't have a connection with mean nothing more to him than random noise. ]
[The total lack of hesitation in volunteering this information should disturb Ramuda, Lobelia thinks... but he can't imagine it will. No, not with what he knows of him and the similar ways in which their minds operate.]
Everything else tends to blur together after a while. When they fall silent, when their cries no longer reach my ears, they simply cease to exist at all.
[ huh. ramuda wonders why, of course he wonders why it's natural, but that's the only real solid thought he has on it. he doesn't have parents and he'll never have them is part of it, but the rest is that he sees it as he does everything else. it doesn't scare him, it just intrigues him. ]
Ooooh, so I gotta make sure I'm real loud, huh? That won't be a problem cause I'm good at that!
[ he is so loud and hard to ignore. ]
But why'd you kill 'em?
[ he wonders if he would kill amayado if he had the chance. nah.
[Loud and hard to ignore is Lobelia's favorite, so yes, good luck ever annoying him. As for why, well...]
Why indeed? The answer is not so clean cut. A was quite young, in over my own head, wielding powerful magics I had yet to grasp the true weight of... It simply happened.
Yeaaah, that'll happen. [ casual, oh so casual. ] You can do the same thing with a hypnosis mic cause it works on the brain, so it's kinda easy to accidentally push too far with certain techniques and resonances. Especially for illusions, cause ya gotta make 'em believable but if you push it too far, the brain just goes-
[ he helpfully makes a sound effect here, silly and ridiculous. ]
Hehehe, you get it. But then you killed a lot more, huh? To explore your audiomancy?
[Hey, Ramuda didn't give him a hard time when he easily could have, so at least there's that. Lobelia laughs with how easily he dismisses it, in fact, and continues on with a nod.]
Oui— to explore and refine it. No one is born a master, after all, even if I have always been naturally gifted.
[But he's curious:]
Surely there is a measure of skill involved to work your microphone, oui? Tell me more about it.
[ ramuda will always be ramuda, lobelia can count on that. he thinks it's mutual too, that lobelia wouldn't change who he is for anyone or anything and that in itself is something ramuda is intensely attracted to, more than anything else. ]
Right, right! [ a beat. ]
Actually, I can just show you if ya want? A private show just for you!
[ he had said that from the beginning, but the meaning of it is different now. ]
[ whoa, his excitement... the full french, hehehe. ramuda responds to lobelia's enthusiasm like a sunflower, grinning bright and exuberant. he is a performer and one who hasn't gotten to properly put on a show in a while (well if you don't count the murder). ]
Okie-dokie! One show just for my bae coming up! [ he doesn't wanna pull away but he needs to in order to sing, so before he does he pulls him in for a deep kiss, joy on his lips and tongue. ]
Leeeeeeeeeet's go! [ he pulls out his mic from his pocket, it shimmering from a black ordinary microphone to his unique kawaii aesthetic microphone. his speakers pop up shortly after, pastel and colorful, and they oscillate between looking like candy and eyes.
since he's doing this as a show and not an attack i'm gonna say it's less candy color hell than his execution will be, but the sound that drops from the speakers still seems to distort the space of the study, it's just not entirely unpleasant. the sound is certainly unique and somehow pink in a synesthesia sense. ]
Hey, hey, bae Do you want to go hang out someplace with me? Yes, shall we dance? Making a pink love fall, without even time to dye Red and white are, you know right? What color they become when they're mixed Sing with me now Sing with me now
The path is becoming cut off The days are becoming fragmented As my consciousness fades I remember those days
I'm still stuck before another wall That I can't overcome But I have Someone who stood by me
No matter what No matter what I've started to notice now A something more important than that thing I need I'm at peace (yeah yeah)
[ he's definitely singing in 80% japanese with a mix of english and i may have cut up this song a little but shhh. ]
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[...Well. There's always his unsavory past, if Ramuda is the type who would feel like he knew his partner better by understanding their past. Lobelia doesn't mind sharing, but he won't outright volunteer it.]
...I suppose you'll like me no matter how many skeletons line my closet, oui?
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[ of course he's curious even if he rarely is the type to pry directly. ]
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[Everyone remembers their first kill. It's the ones that follow that all blend together in a torrential red blur. Lobelia smiles, but it's not kind and it's not warm.]
How many people have died by my hand...? Not hundreds, but thousands. Among them, I only recall two names. Quelle honte!
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ramuda isn't a good person but he's not a bad person either. he is a creature of chaos and while he can care and does deeply, the lives of those who he doesn't have a connection with mean nothing more to him than random noise. ]
And those two are?
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[The total lack of hesitation in volunteering this information should disturb Ramuda, Lobelia thinks... but he can't imagine it will. No, not with what he knows of him and the similar ways in which their minds operate.]
Everything else tends to blur together after a while. When they fall silent, when their cries no longer reach my ears, they simply cease to exist at all.
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Ooooh, so I gotta make sure I'm real loud, huh? That won't be a problem cause I'm good at that!
[ he is so loud and hard to ignore. ]
But why'd you kill 'em?
[ he wonders if he would kill amayado if he had the chance. nah.
but if there was a reason to? yeah, he would. ]
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Why indeed? The answer is not so clean cut. A was quite young, in over my own head, wielding powerful magics I had yet to grasp the true weight of... It simply happened.
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[ he helpfully makes a sound effect here, silly and ridiculous. ]
Hehehe, you get it. But then you killed a lot more, huh? To explore your audiomancy?
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Oui— to explore and refine it. No one is born a master, after all, even if I have always been naturally gifted.
[But he's curious:]
Surely there is a measure of skill involved to work your microphone, oui? Tell me more about it.
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Right, right! [ a beat. ]
Actually, I can just show you if ya want? A private show just for you!
[ he had said that from the beginning, but the meaning of it is different now. ]
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Oui! S'il vous plaît, faites-le!
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Okie-dokie! One show just for my bae coming up! [ he doesn't wanna pull away but he needs to in order to sing, so before he does he pulls him in for a deep kiss, joy on his lips and tongue. ]
Leeeeeeeeeet's go! [ he pulls out his mic from his pocket, it shimmering from a black ordinary microphone to his unique kawaii aesthetic microphone. his speakers pop up shortly after, pastel and colorful, and they oscillate between looking like candy and eyes.
since he's doing this as a show and not an attack i'm gonna say it's less candy color hell than his execution will be, but the sound that drops from the speakers still seems to distort the space of the study, it's just not entirely unpleasant. the sound is certainly unique and somehow pink in a synesthesia sense. ]
Hey, hey, bae
Do you want to go hang out someplace with me?
Yes, shall we dance?
Making a pink love fall, without even time to dye
Red and white are, you know right?
What color they become when they're mixed
Sing with me now
Sing with me now
The path is becoming cut off
The days are becoming fragmented
As my consciousness fades
I remember those days
I'm still stuck before another wall
That I can't overcome
But I have
Someone who stood by me
No matter what
No matter what
I've started to notice now
A something more important than that thing I need
I'm at peace (yeah yeah)
[ he's definitely singing in 80% japanese with a mix of english and i may have cut up this song a little but shhh. ]