< 1 - Before Disembarking, Luggage Car, OTA > Roland's pretty satisfied with the purchases he's received thus far, and whatever he's gotten has been stored away either in his Arms Band or set aside in his cabin for later. But one special purchase catches his eye.
At first it's a source of excitement for him, or as much excitement as one can receive from the president's usually calm, stoic façade. He opens it up eagerly, and...his smile falls just as fast as it forms. He looks the perfect picture of confused as he discovers the cosmetic set he ordered - which he thought he would receive in the specific way he typed it, for his HAIR! - did not arrive as expected. He holds up the cosmetic kit which seemed to be tailor-fit for him...
"Great. Just great." He sighs under his breath, rummaging through the bottles and reading off the backs of generic labels. "I don't even remember what half of these are... I know this is for the lips. Is this for the eyes...?" He just wanted hair care. He's got split ends now!
< 2 - On the Platform, OTA > He doesn't have very good, recent memories of the platform, and seeing the procession of people leaving the turnstiles into the misty beyond isn't helping him any. Roland stands vigil without motion until the last figure departs into the void. He always says a little something to them, quietly, only to himself, no matter who was departing. And with the amount of familiar faces this time around...He hopes people around the train will be alright.
So dutiful as ever, he jumps straight into work. Play his part, and perhaps be of some comfort to old or new citizens onboard the Voidtrecker. Cutting a dashing figure in one of the robes Spider Seamstress had granted him from the previous tropical island, he folds his arms and calls out to those in newly minted Purple hoodies and jackets. Here was the second Team Lead for the group, and despite the sternness, he is in fact, easily approachable.
"Hey there," you will hear him say. "I'm Roland. Pleased to meet you. Let me know how I can help you out, alright? I'm all ears."
< 3 - Post-departure, Various Places, OTA > As soon as the lurching motion of the train settles in, he stands from a spot on the standard car and immediately begins his daily routine. He rarely sits still on days after the platform, when points have been updated and supplies dispensed. More importantly, a whole new batch of newcomers are now in the process of getting used to their surprise home for the foreseeable future. It makes sense therefore, that the Chief Consul does his part to ensure everyone can get as comfortable as possible by committing to his chores.
At various times of day, you may find him asking to share a spot at the Library where he will be reading, or with his sleeves rolled up and his hair tied into a bun at the Kitchen where he reads off of a standard cookbook in an attempt to make an omelet out of...the strange meat of the month.
However, Roland will be spending most of his hours at the Stores, specifically upstairs where he focuses on the assigned Purple task of Laundry. He watches the spin cycle of the first washing machine while a medium-sized basin of soapy water sits by his feet; some unmentionables soaking before their turn. Nothing is too strange here...except that Roland is not alone. For around him are creatures that seem to be doing the chores alongside him, hanging some to the clothesline with tiny bodies and tiny arms. Some are even warming up the finished batch with their elemental heat. The biggest one of all however, is more aggressive than the others, and begins to play around with a big box of detergent.
Roland doesn't even turn his head from the washing machine. His arm extends at Bambosh, and he begins to snap multiple times at it. Then, a finger extends pointed at the higgledy, beckoning it. "No." He says with a straight voice. "Down. Back here. Now." The higgledy makes a small tantrum, but relents...except it spills the box of detergent, the powder puffing up in a cloud as he coughs it away. Roland sighs, and if you are witness to such a thing, he will turn to you and apologize immediately.
"They're harmless. I'm sorry. We'll get this cleaned."
< 4 - Wildcard! > [ Got a suggestion? A plot? A cute thread? Closed threads? Go for it! Hit me up on Discord if you want to talk first: Titallenial#7701 ]
Roland Crane | Ni no Kuni II: Revenant Kingdom
Roland's pretty satisfied with the purchases he's received thus far, and whatever he's gotten has been stored away either in his Arms Band or set aside in his cabin for later. But one special purchase catches his eye.
At first it's a source of excitement for him, or as much excitement as one can receive from the president's usually calm, stoic façade. He opens it up eagerly, and...his smile falls just as fast as it forms. He looks the perfect picture of confused as he discovers the cosmetic set he ordered - which he thought he would receive in the specific way he typed it, for his HAIR! - did not arrive as expected. He holds up the cosmetic kit which seemed to be tailor-fit for him...
"Great. Just great." He sighs under his breath, rummaging through the bottles and reading off the backs of generic labels. "I don't even remember what half of these are... I know this is for the lips. Is this for the eyes...?" He just wanted hair care. He's got split ends now!
< 2 - On the Platform, OTA >
He doesn't have very good, recent memories of the platform, and seeing the procession of people leaving the turnstiles into the misty beyond isn't helping him any. Roland stands vigil without motion until the last figure departs into the void. He always says a little something to them, quietly, only to himself, no matter who was departing. And with the amount of familiar faces this time around...He hopes people around the train will be alright.
So dutiful as ever, he jumps straight into work. Play his part, and perhaps be of some comfort to old or new citizens onboard the Voidtrecker. Cutting a dashing figure in one of the robes Spider Seamstress had granted him from the previous tropical island, he folds his arms and calls out to those in newly minted Purple hoodies and jackets. Here was the second Team Lead for the group, and despite the sternness, he is in fact, easily approachable.
"Hey there," you will hear him say. "I'm Roland. Pleased to meet you. Let me know how I can help you out, alright? I'm all ears."
< 3 - Post-departure, Various Places, OTA >
As soon as the lurching motion of the train settles in, he stands from a spot on the standard car and immediately begins his daily routine. He rarely sits still on days after the platform, when points have been updated and supplies dispensed. More importantly, a whole new batch of newcomers are now in the process of getting used to their surprise home for the foreseeable future. It makes sense therefore, that the Chief Consul does his part to ensure everyone can get as comfortable as possible by committing to his chores.
At various times of day, you may find him asking to share a spot at the Library where he will be reading, or with his sleeves rolled up and his hair tied into a bun at the Kitchen where he reads off of a standard cookbook in an attempt to make an omelet out of...the strange meat of the month.
However, Roland will be spending most of his hours at the Stores, specifically upstairs where he focuses on the assigned Purple task of Laundry. He watches the spin cycle of the first washing machine while a medium-sized basin of soapy water sits by his feet; some unmentionables soaking before their turn. Nothing is too strange here...except that Roland is not alone. For around him are creatures that seem to be doing the chores alongside him, hanging some to the clothesline with tiny bodies and tiny arms. Some are even warming up the finished batch with their elemental heat. The biggest one of all however, is more aggressive than the others, and begins to play around with a big box of detergent.
Roland doesn't even turn his head from the washing machine. His arm extends at Bambosh, and he begins to snap multiple times at it. Then, a finger extends pointed at the higgledy, beckoning it. "No." He says with a straight voice. "Down. Back here. Now." The higgledy makes a small tantrum, but relents...except it spills the box of detergent, the powder puffing up in a cloud as he coughs it away. Roland sighs, and if you are witness to such a thing, he will turn to you and apologize immediately.
"They're harmless. I'm sorry. We'll get this cleaned."
< 4 - Wildcard! >
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