Crimson-Catalyst's Links
old buddies!! it's been a while since they've seen each other though, especially now that they live in different boroughs and they're both so busy
"I, uhm—exuberant! That's a good word for her. She's really quite nice." — A new friend of Ersie’s, she initially didn’t know what to think of Laika (aside from admiration towards her craft) but despite her apprehension, took the chance and hasn’t regretted it. While admittedly a /bit/ overwhelming at times, she very much appreciates Laika’s energy and genuine interest in her and in the studio is sure to give her a spirited wave and weave her way through the crowd to chat with her once the set dies down. (She also is actively trying to find opportunities for them to spend time with each other outside work, but shh.)
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"Who?" Neo bristles, "i have many unsavoury relatives. you'll have to be more specific. A-and-" he curses under his breath, "i'm not promising anything! I want nothing to do with them." ☆
Neo isn't familiar with Detroit, like much of his family, but they're blood relatives.
"Hm?...."
Ah, Del. They're a quiet friend, but also very reliable when it comes to faking an ID for me every now and then. I do appreciate them.
"..." ☆
It's clear Del is familiar with Einarr but that's about all one can read on their face.
"My boss?... Well, not really, but he's the cat I report to at U.F.C most of the time. He seems to know what he's doing." — One of the more recognizable employees at Urban Fabric Corporation, Ersie knows who Darius is and understands his role in the studio, but that's fairly it for her at the moment. Something about him though... Ersie swears she's seen a wisp of smoke drift from his jacket once or twice but is hesitant to call attention to it, even in private.
"hunh? oh, the little one?" He nods subtly and marks something off on a clipboard. "She does good work. Efficient and responsive. Always promising to see her on BRigHTT's crew, means things'll go right." ☆
Darius has a good memory for faces and recognizes the nimble little Ersie from the theatre tech contractor, even if they aren't too personally familiar. He appreciates her dedication and critical creative eye.
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"Why, what'd she say about me?" Bastien narrows their eyes. ☆
The two gators have a friendly rivalry spanning more than half their lives and drive each others' pursuit of their passions. While you'd swear they dislike each other, a closer listen to their conversation betrays smiles behind every argument and genuine interest as they posture and compare notes.
"Talk about shocked... To think it happened /again/ since I've been gone. He's a good kid, I promise. Just beaten down by stigma." — Of the two, Ersie feels the most protective over Oliver and in the very distant past stood up for him. He's more or less grown up into what Ersie expected, repressed and seemingly timid around others, and in many ways (though kept to herself) she wishes for him to shine in whatever sort of life he chooses for himself. Though she hasn't expressed it, she's willing to support the twins with their endeavors, and like with Jesse, she's appalled he's grown to be taller than her.
"I-" he squirms uncomfortably, unsure of what words to choose. "...I dunno. its nice seeing her again, I guess." ☆
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"/Oh boy/... We have a 'dynamic' going on, but he's not going to get anywhere with me acting like /that/." — Considering their upbringing, Ersie can't really blame Jesse for his current attitude, but someone has to knock him down a peg. It just haaad to be her, didn't it? Jesse brings out the "older sister" in Ersie—the assertive, no-nonsense, you-toss-sass-at-me-and-I'll-toss-it-right-back-you-ya-dingus, and she's not quite truly sure how to feel about that. She loves her little brothers, but she's certainly not close to them. She's trying though, and Jesse's cocky attitude just fuels her decision to Get Along because they Will Be Friends at the end of this.
Jesse scoffs. "She's gotten -so- bossy. Like she thinks she knows better than me - though I suppose its been a long time; or maybe the city just does that to you. I wish she'd knock it off." He looks away as if to brush the topic off, but after a moment he adds, in a low mumble, "but... I dunno. She's family, I guess." ☆
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"s-sometimes you gotta use modern means to source supplies, that's all i'm saying," Neo is in a huff. "August's reliable. i know i can trust him; i certainly cant argue that he knows his plants. and he has excellent taste in tea." ☆ It's hard to get Neo to admit he enjoys anyone's company, but he revels in his infrequent chances to get together with the quiet little guy and relax in his greenhouse to chat about their mutual passion.
Kira's eyes light up. "Have you SEEN Darius? That guy is TOTALLY PUNK. Comes to my shows, if you looked up PUNK in the dictionary this guy would have his picture THERE! He's gotta be nicer to himself, though. Guy is TRYING and that too? Pretty PUNK."
Darius's high energy feeds perfectly into Kira's, and the two are PUNK BUDDIES. She believes in the guy, especially regarding his insecurities around his curse, and often tries to encourage him when he's trying his best to be good.
Darius smirks. "It's not every day you find real punks and she's like a magnet. She's knows what she's about and she ain't afraid to say it." he hands you a hand-printed poster. It's got the next live BADDITUDE concert hours listed at a local nightclub. "But don't just take it from me. Let her tell you herself." ☆
The two of them are an unstoppable storm of (perhaps oft misdirected) energy and get up to equal amounts of buffoonery and mischief. Kira's one of Darius' most dependable friends and he'll often turn to her when he needs to be reminded that being a good person doesn't mean he has to abandon his personal values.
MY BROTHER!! :D
she smells bad and is an everlasting pain in my ass but if you look at her wrong i WILL reduce you to a pile of ribbons on the floor. any questions
Hvasshár, my old friend! I wonder how he's doing.
He rubs his jaw in seemingly conflicted thought.. "....it's been a while."
Nasty thrall. Get back here and free me from this imprisonment.
he can rot in hell where he belongs
i dunno. i think that door's long closed.
[muttering] ....and chopped to kindling and burnt to ash.