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Lysithea von Ordelia ([personal profile] notimeforfailure) wrote in [community profile] deernet2021-09-30 08:49 pm

video, un:charon

Good evening, all. I think this is what is termed a 'bandwagon.' However, as I imagine we will all be busy dead, dying, or in the process of resurrecting soon, I thought I had better commit before October.

I'm opening a bakery and sweets shop.

[Lysithea pans the camera to a table that is covered with pans filled with dozens of buns, cakes, and confections of different colors. It really looks extremely well done. One would imagine that Lysithea applies herself with the same intensity to any task she undertakes.]

Everything will be sourced from traditional FΓ³dlan desserts, passed down through family histories and collected by hand in this book. I've realized that if I'm not the one who makes these treats, I'm... never going to taste them again. So I thought I should share.

[The view changes to an enormous tome currently open to a page titled Saghert and Cream in script prominently displaying a luscious picture of some kind of fruit and cream concoction. It really looks like this was drawn by hand.]

I'm baking from my room for now. If you want anything here, you can drop by or I'll bring it over. If you want delivery, you've got to get at least a dozen, because frankly, I'm not running all over town to give you one sweet bun. I'll open a proper location when it's not Death Month.

...Thanks.

[She signs off after a moment's awkward hesitation, as if she's not sure what to do next.]

[video pt 2, ten minutes later]

It's -- me again. Upon further reflection, I have no idea how to run a business, at all, apart from the portion where you confidently declare it in public.

I would... appreciate advice.

And help. If you are willing to be paid in cake.
possessum: (πŸŽπŸπŸ“)

[personal profile] possessum 2021-10-08 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( Paimon's usual method of infiltrating a space is to crawl his way up the window, but he's.... learned that some people do not appreciate it. Besides, crawling with a broom in hand would be tricky, probably. He can fly if he needs to, but it's still a bit wonky.

So he stands on solid ground instead, tall and quiet and solemn, staring down at the girl when she opens the door. )


Yes.... it is I..... ( The demon says, slowly. He seems... awkward somehow, maybe even nervous β€” standing there more stiffly than usual. Clenching the broom handle very tightly. )

I have come to..... assist you.
possessum: (and the porch where we spent our time)

[personal profile] possessum 2021-10-11 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
( Talking to people is still..... strange. He's still learning how β€” not only in a... social context, but literally, he sometimes still can't talk. There are days when all he can manage are clicking sounds and soft gasp noises, like he's been reset in this body all over again. It's more rare, the longer he adjusts to being in Peter, but... it does still happen.

The demon king is grateful that he can speak, today. It would be very demeaning if he were only able to click at Lysithea. However.... he finds that he doesn't quite know what to say, grateful for the direction she gives him to come in (he can follow direction, he knows how to do that) and so the demon does, stepping inside, stiffly. He's looking around without moving his head at all, his eyes just roaming around, wide and round. The comment about being prepared is met with a relief, at least; if the mage sees him as prepared, he has done well.....

So the demon holds the broom up to her, as though she might want to examine it more closely. )


You can hold it. See? It is made of wood.

( .......As many brooms are. )
possessum: (πŸŽπŸ“πŸ)

[personal profile] possessum 2021-10-14 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
( It seems important she approve of his broom, and Paimon finds himself further pleased that she does. He expresses this by widening his eyes further at her and not breathing, for a few moments.

Then he takes the broom back into his hands, waiting obediently for Lysithea's direction β€” staring at the spots she gestures to, taking the dustpan. There's a soft sound, a hushed whisper of some unintelligible amalgamation of languages, and he nods very severely. )


I understand.

( With the promise of learning what to do with dough on the horizon, Paimon gets to work doing as she'd said. Fortunately for her, it will... take him awhile in this task, hopefully giving the poor girl some time to process this sudden interruption to her day... Paimon moves very slowly, sweeping every single centimeter of the corners. Even if there's no discernable dust in sight (and there mostly isn't), he makes sure not to miss a single spot.

And after every stroke of his broom, he moves to empty the dustpan into the bin. One stroke, empty; one stroke, empty. It's... not at all a sufficient way to do it, but it is..... thorough, at least...?

When he's done, he quietly sets the broom and dustpan down and goes to find Lysithea again, awkwardly approaching her. Really, he's not used to communicating long-term with anyone but Luna, and even then he's still learning how to do that. He lingers, unsure, and then clucks his tongue at her, softly. To let her know he's ready for dough. )
possessum: (some part of you covered me)

[personal profile] possessum 2021-10-21 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
( He shuffles along into the bathroom as Lysithea directs, staring mutely at his own reflection for a moment. It still doesn't feel like him, not really. It's Peter's body, and face, and eyes, even if they are currently the inky pupil-blown black that betrays the demon is piloting things.

Paimon looks down to the water, quickly. He finds that he still doesn't really like looking at that reflection. Fortunately, he has some experience with hand-washing, thanks to Luna! ...Unfortunately, it is exclusive only to Luna's Home, and therefore this sink is an Unknown Sink, so he doesn't know what to do with it. Lysithea's guidance is essential.

He resists licking the water from his fingers afterwards and dries them properly instead, then turns to this new task.... excitement growing. Helping her make Sweet Things seems like a very important thing. And ohβ€” he does very much like getting hands-on. Surprisingly, Paimon is extremely meticulous; he'll be careful and thorough with the task, reaching for some dough to imitate what Lysithea does. )


...I like this. ( He confirms to her, nodding with an enthusiasm. ) I should have brought my... things. My art things. We could have put glitter in it. To decorate.

( No.... )
possessum: (deep in my lungs)

[personal profile] possessum 2021-10-24 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
( He is somewhat startled by the news that glitter isn't edible. It's not that he goes around eating it on the regular β€” and apart from chocolate, he really doesn't even like eating all that much; it's weird β€” but it's so pretty, it would make food look so nice and shiny...

Still, he accepts her words quite easily, seeming to view everything Lysithea says as True and Valid. So there's a nod, and he repeats what she says β€” every single word, parroting them. )


Ah, no. No glitter. We need the food to be edible. For humans.

( ....He absorbs this information into the archives of himself that way; if he's going to Assist her, he must remember everything she tells him.

And then he's eagerly going to experiment with that, falling very silent and focused, squishing the dough harder and harder until it turns stiffer. He really likes this; it's like clay, which he's played with before. As the small bit he's working with starts getting harder, the demon begins to shape it into something β€” humanoid, with a head and a body. It looks a lot like a little snowman... and though it's mostly a blob, he's quite serious about the minikin he's making, eyes intense, hands steady.

He finally rolls two little arms out from its sides, and when he's satisfied with it, he slowly and silently slides it over to her. Just going to make you a dough doll.... )
possessum: (and break the golden bowl)

[personal profile] possessum 2021-10-31 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( Honestly, there's no telling who the little figure was originally meant to be, or if there was even some sort of intended outcome to its creation at all. There's just a... need to create within him. Some echo of his past life inside of the little girl β€” the one who'd been so lost, who'd created strange dolls and figures out of anything she could find. Bits and pieces of items deconstructed and repurposed into imitations of life: animals, people, fusions of different parts. She, he, they, had made sense of the world that way, and expressed themselves so quietly with it.

Like with so many things, Paimon doesn't explicitly remember being inside of Charlie, but that need to make dolls has continued on in him even after being transferred to Peter, like some inherited trait.

But as soon as Lysithea asks, the demon is nodding. Because at once, it becomes her, as easily as that. This is her.

Then he waits and watches as she responds to his creation with one of her own, silently transfixed by the process. Before... eyes wide, he slowly reaches for the doll she holds out for him. This is him. The demon draws it closer, fingers holding onto the dough figure with a careful gentleness that doesn't seem to match his usual twitchy demeanour. There's something much calmer that comes over him as he slowly examines it, turning it around in his fingers. )


This is nice.... You're really good at it.

( His manner of speaking changes too, subtly: there's the use of contractions now, and words, phrasing, that might seem a bit.... odd for the demon to use. He dips his head downwards a little, eyes shyly peeking up at her. )

Do you like making dolls? ....I make them lots.
possessum: (πŸŽπŸ“πŸŽ)

[personal profile] possessum 2021-11-10 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
( Gingerbread men? Does he... know that term? He seems to linger on it, thinking deeply for a moment.. but the snippets of association with the concept are strangely out of his reach, and he lets them fizzle away β€” giving a nod instead, as though making an important decision. )

I'd like to make gingerbread men. We can make everyone we know.

( That's.......... a lot of people....

The question, however, is something he's able to answer. It comes easily to him, even though he shrugs one shoulder upwards and tilts his cheek towards his shoulder to look away from her for a moment, another expression of shyness. )


Pretty long. Mom makes dolls too, but mine are different. ...She still likes them, though. ...She buys me things to make them with.

( All of this is said slowly, and a little awkwardly, but there's a sincerity, too. He hesitates for a moment, before adding something he was especially proud about. )

She bought me a hot glue gun.
possessum: (deep in my lungs)

[personal profile] possessum 2021-11-23 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
( He falls silent for another long moment, trying to think how to describe it. Some times, translating thought to verbal form is harder than other times. But after a moment, he thinks the way she said it describes it best, and nods again. )

It shoots the glue. Then you can put stuff together with it. But sometimes there's strings and you have to pull them off.

( Time-consuming, but a task he'd always taken to with the same methodical precision, pulling thin strings of glue off of fingers. )

She's good at looking. ( He agrees, or... perhaps answers in a different way. It's hard to say what Mom enjoys, sometimes. And she gets mad a lot. )

Does your mom like watching you make things? Food, like this?