❆ 1st Present ❆ [public video post] [BACKDATED to September 2]

[saltysanta]

[Have a young man in a monocle and top hat, complete with a sprig of mistletoe decorating the band, (which seems to be nothing but a belt wrapped around it) squinting dubiously into the mirror.]

She said this is some kind of..... magical intelligent telegraph, right.....? You just talk to it?

[It's a little hard to use, even after Fumiko had showed him the basics, but he's working on it--and his uncertainty is quickly covered with an irritated, impatient look.]

Right, then. Anyone who can see this, listen up! I'm looking for a reindeer with a red nose or a tall guy with long silver hair! They--he answers to Rudolph. You can probably get the idiot's attention with candy or cakes, okay? He belongs with me, and he's going to be in big trouble if he's here but hasn't tried to find me yet. You hear me, Rudolph? You'd better have a good explanation, or I'm cutting you off from sweets for a whole week!

.....Now, how do I make it go.....?

[There's a long beat of silence between his message and his realization that he's not sure how to send it. Noël's scowl softens a little in confusion as he starts poking at the mirror with a gloved hand; a few seconds later, the message ends.]

Comments

[saltysanta]

Eh..... Well, I don't know if I could give you something unbreakable..... I've never been able to make a magical weapon before. What's a "katana"?

[You can pretty much hear the quotes as he tries out a word he's clearly never said before. Different Santa Clauses having different territories means you might have better luck asking whichever Santa covers Asia, dude. But you ended up with a European one instead, so if you want a foreign weapon, you're going to have to do your homework.]

[shadedacrimony]

[Well, shit. A photographic memory does jack fucking shit when you can't share images-oh fuck hold up. If this really is modeled after his and Dirk's ideal room-

Yeah, give him a sec while he sets his mirror down to dig through the back of his closet and-]

Fuck yes.

[And see him emerge from the depths of his closet with a katana to proudly present.]

It looks like this, only this one's a piece of shit replica that's absolute garbage when it comes to using it in real life battles. It's like, a cheap thousand something dollar collectible or something.

[saltysanta]

.....Hmmm.

[Interesting design for a sword..... it looks lighter and more agile than a broadsword, for sure. Noël rubs his chin thoughtfully as he studies it. Rudolph would probably be able to tell him something like this, but he's not really a melee fighter, himself--at best, he occasionally turns his cane into a spear, in a pinch.]

What's the difference between a good one and a poor imitation?

[shadedacrimony]

A poor imitation is easily broken and has a dull blade. It needs to be made with folded steel for the real deal and sharp enough to cut through anything it touches.

[The one he's displaying gets tossed carelessly over his shoulder to a resounding clang in the closet behind him. Don't mind the shitty sword collection in an unusual location.]

[saltysanta]

I probably shouldn't be giving kids weapons..... but in a place like this, I think it's okay to make an exception. You'll have to be the judge on its quality, though.

[He's pretty sure he understands well enough to make a decent one, at least. Noël pulls a messenger bag decorated with a snowflake up into his lap, opening it up and reaching in; he pulls out a long, slim present a moment later, wrapped in candy cane-striped paper and tied with a bright green ribbon. He gives it an experimental heft before nodding to himself; the weight, at least, feels about right.]

[shadedacrimony]

[Holy shit. He wasn't actually expecting it but his face lights up at the sight of the present.]

Dude, you are the absolute fucking best Santa ever. Where are you? Can I have it now?

[saltysanta]

It's months until Christmas, I'm not holding onto it for that long. I'm at 1007 Main Street.