Well, these are... definitely different. Kei shuffles through some of the selections, trying to decide what would look best in this place. It kind of reminds him of his not-too-distant janitor days, actually. The clothes don't seem to be too much tackier.
He looks himself over in a nearby mirror, giving himself a smile.
"Hm, not bad. But is it enough?"
He glances around, looking at other options. Digging through accessories, he dons what he feels is an appropriate headband and even finds some gloves.
He finally feels like he's properly dressed. He also never claimed to have a good sense of fashion. He likes the way he looks.
But standing in front of the mirror makes him hmm again. He turns to you.
"Hey, do you think that means I need to change my eye patch, too?"
He points to the simple, white, medical eye patch he's wearing. Compared to all the exaggerated shiny, it just feels... somehow out of place.
"Or maybe I should drop the eye patch completely?"
Maybe his heterochromea will make him blend in all the more. He's not too sure.
[ 2. Space Battle: Team One ]
At first... Kei feels uncomfortable. Not that battle isn't something he's ever done before. But he doesn't like killing things, even if it is for the greater good. The unfamiliarity with the controls certainly doesn't faze him, though. He's fiddling with switches and trying a variety of things out.
...And for a split second, the ship drops straight down. He abruptly flicks that switch back to where it was and rights the ship again.
"Haha, sorry about that." He gives you an apologetic smile. "Still getting the hang of things. It's my first time space traveling."
But once he gets the hang of the ship, it's practically second nature. He can zoom like the best of them.
He thinks for a bit, letting the air in his chest get tight. And then he sighs and gives an attempt at a smile.
"So... are we supposed to shoot them?" There's an uneasiness in his voice. He really hopes he doesn't have to. But... at the same time, there are too many innocents involved. Maybe he can't afford to think twice about this.
[ 3. Space Disco ]
Uhhh....
Well this certainly is bright and loud. The bass of the music makes it hard for Kei to even think as his body feels the pressure. It's... a lot to handle. It feels like his throat is being squeezed by the sound, like it's hard to breathe, but he's still getting enough air. He's never felt anything like it.
He tries to ignore the overpowering sounds as he wanders around. He does find the street vendors, and he is more than happy to sample the food from around here. And it is by no means a disappointment! Before he can think twice about a second bite, he devours up the first dish in a blink. He moves to stall after stall in a wave of excitement, trying all the things he can. He can't believe how delicious everything is!
As he carries on, he decides that he's got to share this with someone. It's too good not to.
He reaches out, tugging on your shirt to get your attention. And his lips move as he speaks, but the sound is drowned out by the music. But still, he holds up his tray to offer some of what he has. Please feel free to take as much as you want!
Kei | Cristo: Jougen no Messiah
Well, these are... definitely different. Kei shuffles through some of the selections, trying to decide what would look best in this place. It kind of reminds him of his not-too-distant janitor days, actually. The clothes don't seem to be too much tackier.
He manages to piece together a silver number that he likes, with a bright yellow jacket over it.
He looks himself over in a nearby mirror, giving himself a smile.
"Hm, not bad. But is it enough?"
He glances around, looking at other options. Digging through accessories, he dons what he feels is an appropriate headband and even finds some gloves.
He finally feels like he's properly dressed.
He also never claimed to have a good sense of fashion. He likes the way he looks.But standing in front of the mirror makes him hmm again. He turns to you.
"Hey, do you think that means I need to change my eye patch, too?"
He points to the simple, white, medical eye patch he's wearing. Compared to all the exaggerated shiny, it just feels... somehow out of place.
"Or maybe I should drop the eye patch completely?"
Maybe his heterochromea will make him blend in all the more. He's not too sure.
[ 2. Space Battle: Team One ]
At first... Kei feels uncomfortable. Not that battle isn't something he's ever done before. But he doesn't like killing things, even if it is for the greater good. The unfamiliarity with the controls certainly doesn't faze him, though. He's fiddling with switches and trying a variety of things out.
...And for a split second, the ship drops straight down. He abruptly flicks that switch back to where it was and rights the ship again.
"Haha, sorry about that." He gives you an apologetic smile. "Still getting the hang of things. It's my first time space traveling."
But once he gets the hang of the ship, it's practically second nature. He can zoom like the best of them.
He thinks for a bit, letting the air in his chest get tight. And then he sighs and gives an attempt at a smile.
"So... are we supposed to shoot them?" There's an uneasiness in his voice. He really hopes he doesn't have to. But... at the same time, there are too many innocents involved. Maybe he can't afford to think twice about this.
[ 3. Space Disco ]
Uhhh....
Well this certainly is bright and loud. The bass of the music makes it hard for Kei to even think as his body feels the pressure. It's... a lot to handle. It feels like his throat is being squeezed by the sound, like it's hard to breathe, but he's still getting enough air. He's never felt anything like it.
He tries to ignore the overpowering sounds as he wanders around. He does find the street vendors, and he is more than happy to sample the food from around here. And it is by no means a disappointment! Before he can think twice about a second bite, he devours up the first dish in a blink. He moves to stall after stall in a wave of excitement, trying all the things he can. He can't believe how delicious everything is!
As he carries on, he decides that he's got to share this with someone. It's too good not to.
He reaches out, tugging on your shirt to get your attention. And his lips move as he speaks, but the sound is drowned out by the music. But still, he holds up his tray to offer some of what he has. Please feel free to take as much as you want!