[ ain's au workshop is here! feel free to hit me up there if you'd like to arrange pre-cr. he doesn't have the blue highlights in his hair anymore, so it's just plain grey. ]


magatus

[ What the fuck is happening.

— actually, a refined person shouldn't swear in such a coarse manner, so let's try that again.

What the hell is happening???

There's a young man with a braid and shiny earrings rushing around the ski lodge. You might have seen him around, but his usual calm manner seems to be close to breaking - he doesn't look flustered, yet he's probably doing the verbal equivalent of angry kabedon to one of the NPC staff. He had been driving home and this is what happens? What kind of customer service is this if they can't even give him an answer or a map to go back???

Eventually someone (it could be you, or another passerby) tells him to stop harassing the clerk and go sit down. He'll be in the lounge sipping a cup of hot tea, letting the scalding drink override his distilled displeasure. There's a brochure for the sports competition in his hand, which he sets down on the table after a few moments. ]

There aren't any skating events? What a shame.

[ Is he talking to you? Possibly. ]

pesgare

[ Parking is hell, but getting out of parking to shelter is also some kind of hell in a rain that might as well be a waterfall.

Ain doesn't have an umbrella, and he's critically aware of how the water is probably going to smear his makeup. Problems upon problems on a day that's supposed to follow routine - he doesn't quite know why, but something drives him to seek out the nearest umbrella-holding person and... motion to the item in their hands. It's easy to maintain his semblance of composure, but he's definitely not calm inside. ]

Hey, could we share?

[ please his clothes are going to get soaked ]

ice fairy

[ It's a Friday night at the ice rink, so Ain is here for solo practice instead of training with a coach. He's taken care to dress up even for just practicing, with form-fitting clothes as well as a scarf tucked loosely around his neck. It flutters when he picks up speed, almost like a pair of wings.

He'll be doing some spins and jumps as long as there aren't a lot of people. Feel free to watch him effectively dance on the ice... or crash into a side wall because he misjudged his momentum.

Luckily, the impact is partly dissipated by the pads that are mounted on the rink's boundary. Hopefully no one saw that.... ]

text

[ Congratulations, you've been matched with a certain Ainchase Richter.

Unfortunately, it seems he's not too keen on it. ]

If this is a prank, please get out.

wildcard

[ Hit me with anything and I'll roll with it! He's usually at university, either in the library or writing his essays in windy public spaces. ]