Buy what you don’t have yet, or what you really want, which can be mixed with what you already own.

[archea]

Who: Archer & YOU!
When: April from the 11th and forward
Where: All over the planet.
What: Archer does things, meets people, has fun?
Warnings: None at the moment, will update.


R1: Shopping spree

[ Archer has never been one to go into malls, mostly because she has never had the money to throw around in a such a place. Also because the security was generally tight enough that she and Max couldn't really lift anything without being caught, so finding herself inside of one (and a pretty large one at that) with the express purpose of actually purchasing goods and what not... it's a bit confusing. She did make all those sencs with the honest, sometimes pained but altogether easy, hard earned work of the last month.

So there is she, one Archer Forrest staring at the rows and rows of shirts and blouses, looking like someone who desperately needs a new change of clothes (her own are no longer capable of being "clean"; they at most get to be discolored and worn-looking), completely lost about what to try first. ]

And to think, I still need to buy underwear.

R3: Do the nature thing

[ To say that Archer enjoys being on the outside is akin to say that plants need sunlight to survive. It would also be a nicer way to say she's homeless, but the less that subject is touched, the best. For the most part, Archer is easy to find amidst the nature, either hiking something she probably shouldn't, poking random plants or just meditating. Like so.

Sitting cross legged on a patch of ground, eyes closed and breath even, she would be hard to spot if her head wasn't still the color of cotton candy. That said, she sticks like a sore, yet probably sweet thumb in the middle of all that green.

There's also the fact that vegetation seems to be growing at an accelerated rate. It's quite a sight, too. The weird part is that Archer doesn't seem to be aware of what's going on, lost as she is on her meditation. ]

Wildcard!

[ Throw whatever you want at me, bro. Contact me over at beoluve and we can talk it out! ]

Comments

closed to blue;

[archea]

[ But the time she does drag Blue along, Archer feels a lot more confident in her shopping shenanigans. It's just reassuring to have someone who probably knows best about the whole thing tagging along. ]

All these clothes, but suddenly I think I need a backpack first.

[ Her own backpack, left at reception, is more of a joint effort of patches, resewn sections and prayers, pretty much. ]

And new shoes.

[ Let's not get into the whole shoe situation. ]

And, uh... a cute top? Girls wear cute tops, right? Or I'm trying too hard on that one?

[amplifyings]

[ Blue's more than excited not only to be getting away from St. Monmouth, but to be doing so for the purpose of buying new clothes. She's done a good job of stitching her own together out of the things she's found lying around, but she isn't abut to turn down the chance to get some new materials.

And lend her expert fashion advice to others. ]

A backpack? Do you carry a lot of stuff around?

[ She pauses a moment, lips pursing together in thought. A backpack is one of the few things she doesn't have yet, either. Crafting her own out of discarded pieces of clothing sounded like a disastr that she wasn't ready to embark on yet. ]

It all depends on what your idea of cute is. [ A shrugs and a laugh. ] I like buying things that are easy to sew to others, that's a big factor when I buy stuff.

[ She never said she does her shopping in the same way other girls did. ]

[archea]

Only whatever I need to live outside, which is surprisingly less than you would think. Although that leaves space for other stuff that makes life a bit more comfortable.

[ Stop trying to make being a hobo sound cooler than it actually is, Archer. ]

My idea of cute is probably something I wouldn't wear. [ Cute = childish in her head. Although she would totally buy a panda onesie if she had somewhere nice to wear it, which doesn't make sense in the first place.

Archer's mind is kind of a maze like that. ]

I've noticed you do your thing. I like it! Makes everything sort of unique.

[ Archer's more worried about durability, but she can appreciate style and creativity. ]

[amplifyings]

You live outside? Where? [ Blue gives Archer a once-over, genuinely surprised by the revelation. She hadn't the foggiest idea where the girl lived, of course, but it had never once occurred to her to think that she was simply setting up camp and roughing it out there somewhere. ]

Well, what's something cute that you would wear, then? [ She counters with a cheeky, somewhat lopsided grin. ] And sometimes even the stuff that you wouldn't wear can be useful.

You think so? [ Blue's grin widens, the tips of her ears burning as she occupies herself with looking down at her clothes -- today's outfit consisting of an oversized t-shirt that Blue had cropped short and shredded at the ends, paired with a long, flowy floral printed skirt. -- she takes the extra step to be more eccentric than others, it feels like a small victory when the effort is noticed by more than just herself. ] Thanks. The boys always call it weird, [She scoffs, quickly rolling her eyes. ] but what do they know?

[archea]

Just outside, you know.

[ To this, Archer shrinks a little. Here it comes. The stares. The judgement, even if it's on words. People tend to reach in a certain way when they find out that Archer has no place to call her own.

She doesn't want to linger on it, because then Blue might not linger on it and she might still have a chance to make a positive impression on her. And maybe she'll be able to ignore the little voice inside of her head mocking her for even thinking about that. ]

In all honesty, I've never had much say in what I get to wear, so my sense of fashion is stunted like that.

I do think I'm pretty spot on when I say you have a really good style going on. [ God knows Archer couldn't possibly wear anything like that and make it look good. ] And weird is just another way of saying unique, I believe.

[amplifyings]

Hm. [ Blue thinks on it for a few fleeting moments before she shrugs. ] Cool. [ There's nothing ingenuine in Blue's tone, nor in the wide smile that spreads across her features. The roughing-it lifestyle might not be much for Blue's taste, but Archer seems more the type suited for it. Blue thinks she seems just a little tougher than herself, a little rougher around the edges than she is. ]

Are you serious? [ Blue lifts both of her brows questioningly. ] Why not? [ It makes her curious about the world that the other girl comes from. There's a lot of things about Archer that's she's curious about. ]

That's what I say, too. [ She grins triumphantly. ] Those boys really don't know anything.

[archea]

Hm. [ Sometimes silence is good enough. It gives her hope.

Then Blue asks, because it's Blue and Archer is starting to notice that the girl is similar to her in that she can't quite stop herself from giving a damn about others. ]

Well... you kind of have other concerns when you're homeless.

[ Welp, she said that. ]

closed to badou;

[archea]

Well, Space Yelp had a lot of good reviews about this one.

[ Archer looks to her right to Badou as she shrugs. It's a fine looking establishment and the neighborhood looks decent, so Archer can't help but feel that someone's going to ask her (them?) to quietly remove themselves from the area. She's even dressed in new clothes, something that feels both extravagant and a bit wrong for her, so used to hand-me-downs. Still, she's here, her friend (at least she thinks they're friends) is here, the food is waiting.

What could possibly go wrong? ]

Just for the record, you order something that's still alive and you're alone in that fight, buddy.

im so fuckin excited oh my god

[brokeassgoing]

If I have to fight it I'm makin' sure its tentacles come for you first, pal.

[Badou may not have worn new clothes or anything but he's got a decent enough looking jumpsuit on, he rose to the occasion okay!!]

We might be safe with stuff that's...cooked...steamed at least...breathed on by a whatever alien, I dunno.

i have no idea of where this is gonna go and i'm okay with it

[archea]

Nuh-huh I am not getting involved with tentacles.

[ Badou you hentai. ]

Never hurts to ask a couple of times if the food doesn't have a pulse anymore, I guess. So... shall we?

[ Tentative step forward! ]

theyre gonna get devoured by some kinda seafood arent they

[brokeassgoing]

PFFFFTT-- whatever you say.

[also!! taking a step!!! towards the guy..thing? guy at the counter who'd been pretending not to stare the entire 2 minutes]

This stuff's lookin' nice and fishy today! That's great.

[that's a good opener]

this was supposed to be a nice bonding scene but i'm down for some seafood brawling

[archea]

But not fishy in a bad way, no sir.

[ The guy (who Archer assumes is the one that takes people's names and lead them to their table) sighs softly as he motions them in. Fortunately there's no waiting period or anything.

The inside is spacious and yep, fancy. Not cocktail dress and tuxedo fancy; more like decent-family-out-for-dinner fancy.

The redhead and the cotton candy head stand out like two sore thumbs. ]

Let's just get this over with and sit somewhere.

HAHA JUST KIDDING bonding is good too!! nice bonding NORMAL bonding

[brokeassgoing]

[how many SMELL MY FINGER IT SMELLS JUST LIKE THIS BUILDING jokes does this poor soul hear every day? there's no telling.

ah and there's a family now! staring none too subtly at the clowns]

C'mon now, we're supposed to enjoy this too! You ain't gonna get tortured. Probably.

Wildcard! R3

[promises_to_keep]

[He'll never admit just how excited he is about this. Sure, when he was first recruited to be Roxas' babysitter he was kind of put out about it, but in getting used to the role of mentor, he found he actually really enjoyed it. It had given him a sense of purpose beyond just doing the Organization's bidding, and he's kind of hoping helping this Archer person with their magic will give him a similar sense of purpose, at least for the moment. He's been feeling pretty lost and displaced since getting here, especially since he's here alone from his universe, so far as he can tell.

[He realized belatedly that he never asked Archer what they looked like. Or even what gender they were. So here he stands, leaning against a tree in Region Three, at the designated meeting point, without any clue as to who his potential student might be.

[Off to a great start, clearly.]

[archea]

[ He'll hear Archer before he sees her, as she arrives in her newly repaired bike, built specifically for her all terrain traveling purposes.

So yes, she's very much female and her head is very much a mess of cotton candy hair. Don't you feel right back at home, Lea? ]

Hey! You're here, cool. I was starting to fear I had gotten the wrong place.

[ She dismounts, leaving the bike nearby. ]

I'm Archer, of course.

[promises_to_keep]

[The bike is a surprise. So is the hair. But he gives Archer a grin as she pulls up and introduces herself, offering her a hand.]

Of course. Nice to put a face to the name. I'm Lea. Of course.

So shall we get right to it? Do you have any sort of magic training already, or are you just trying to see if you can do it, or what? [He rubs his hands together.] What'm I working with here?

[archea]

[ Archer manages to shakes hands like a human being, although the whole adrenaline of actually doing this is helping her lots. ]

Well, you can see for yourself?

[ Archer then proceeds to create a small ball of fire, an equally sized ball of water, lift a chunk of earth from the ground and cause a small gust of wind to blow over their heads. ]

I'm just not very good at taking things to a bigger scale, you know?

[promises_to_keep]

[Only the Avatar, master of all four elements, can stop the Fire Nation.

[He watches this little demonstration with a hand on his chin and gives a nod.]

Cool, okay, that actually should make things a lot easier. It's a lot easier, in my experience, for someone who already knows the basics to kick things up a notch than it is for someone brand new to grasp how to get the magic to come in the first place.

[He pauses a moment, glancing around for a good target, then settles on a particularly large rock with not a lot of brush around it. He sweeps a hand through the air and calls a tongue of flame to his palm, holding it up.]

Once you can make a little fire, it's just a matter of learning how to control your power once you really open up to make something bigger.

[He twists his wrist, then brings up his other hand and flings the ball of fire forward. It grows as it moves, until a whorl of flame three feet across engulfs the rock.]

Most importantly, though...

[He slices both hands through the air then, like calling a time out, and the flames die where they burn, leaving the rock smoking just a little.]

... is learning how to undo that power before it gets away from you. [He turns to Archer.] As I said before, fire is my forte, but the concept is the same regardless of the element: if you can make something little, you can make something big, it's just gonna take more out of you.

[He smiles a little then.] So can anybody use magic where you come from? Or are you just more talented than most?

[archea]

[ If she ever meets any of them, she's going to feel so connected (and totally not like a copyright lawsuit pending).

She watches with complete attention to everything, hand movements included. She would be taking notes if she had thought about it. ]

Making it stop seems to be an issue when it grows too much, yeah. And no, but some can. I'm not sure of how many by the latest count... around ten percent of the world population? Maybe a bit less.

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[worn_wings]

[ It took about two seconds of being in the clothing section for him to decide it was a mistake coming through here at all. Daryl isn't much of one for shopping to start with, but all this is just-- embarrassingly impractical.

He doesn't even like getting stuff for himself, the vague idea of gift-buying has him totally out of his depth.

In fact he's just about to bolt when someone says something-- about underwear no less, because of course that's what it's about-- and there's no one else standing particularly nearby, so she's probably, apparently, talking to him. ]

Uh.

[ Is it too late to bolt? Conversation is even less his specialty than clothes-shopping. ]

They probably got that...?

[ Somewhere or other. ]

[archea]

[ Archer literally jumps when Daryl responds. Was she talking that loud? Shit. ]

Um, um... I mean yeah, I noticed. Can't help but think if the sizes are different in this planet.

[ Stop talking about underwear, Archer. ]

Wh-what brings you here, though? You look like the kind of person that would be in the hunting supplements section... not that I'm judging.

[worn_wings]

[ Hunting supplements sounds about right, even if he's not entirely sure what that means-- especially here. Still, it gets a little snort of laughter. ]

Maybe I got lost.

[archea]

Maybe? But I mean, everyone could use a spare shirt or something.

[ Where the hell did this conversation come from? ]

Anyway, uh. I'm Archer. Nice to meet you?

[ This is what regular people do right??? ]

[worn_wings]

[ HEY he has shirts. Multiple ones. Some even don't have holes in them!! ]

Daryl.

[ He nods, sort of an automatic gesture though friendly enough. He's not the shaking-hands type, is all. A bit unsure what to say to that-- talking about shopping comes even less easily than actually shopping-- he grasps at the first straw that comes to mind. Okay, she's not wrong about him, and he's a little curious. ]

They even got huntin' stuff around here?

[archea]

Well Daryl, it's a big mall. I'm sure there's guns and whatnot in some floor. Not that I would know, because I'm more likely to shoot myself on the foot than shooting anything else.

[ She knows her limits. ]

But I guess you're looking for stuff in particular here?