Tails: instant gratification ahoy.

[splinterself]

[Dirk had decided to be productive. Ish. (Productiveish? That ain't even something tha-...and that led to a chain of thought he decided to not climb down for the time being. His responder had better not be letting him down, though.)

In a way he had gotten the idea from Faris. If the pirate use could magic from crystals (he wasn't sure he wanted to know) and the game they were in had no problems, then there was no reason why he couldn't use puppetkind or fncysntakind. It wasn't like he had forgotten how to use either of them. No reason at all.

Well, except for not having any puppets or fancy Santas to weaponize.

He had obtained the materials through a long and arduous process which - frankly speaking - didn't really matter. It was pretty boring, as was him finding a quieter part of Mac Anu and starting work, so we'll skip to the interesting part: Dirk had gotten a little bit sidetracked and was putting the finishing touch on a plush which was disconcertedly well done considering what he had to work with. (It was pretty sad, seriously. It felt like he was trying to build a robot and only had a chisel and a rock to work with.) In his defense, the idea was fucking amusing and he was going to roll with it for now, and as he turned it over in his hands to make sure he didn't miss a spot he had to admit...it ain't his best work, but it ain't the worst he's done either.

Enter someone else. You? Why not. If he knows you, assume that if he sees you he'll give you a nod of recognition, a sort of silent broed sup. If he's related to you or you're somebody from back home, he'd give you a hey, a greeting with your name. There may be a slight amused smirk accompanying the above. Your call.]

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[splinterself]

[There is a pause. This is not the unpleasant pause of something horrid being offered, but more something unexpected, in which one takes a mental step and goes huh.]

You're serious? [It should be noted that he's fishing for his Relic.] Any particular reason for the offer?

[mercuryangel]

I just want to help people is all. It's hard to defeat enemies alone.

[splinterself]

[He nods.]

Fair enough. [Relic out, ready to do the formalities.]

[mercuryangel]

[And they're done! It shows that Mia is a level 12 Harvest Cleric.]

[splinterself]

[OH MY GOD AND HE'S LIKE LEVEL 2 maybe 3 tops once I crunch the goblin exp and clean up some threads.]

How...the fuck long have you been here?

[mercuryangel]

[Or possibly less, given that events are far more crucial to the leveling process...]

A couple of months, maybe. It can get hard to tell.

[splinterself]

[Yeah, true. But the point being, Her >>>>>>>> Him.]

And this has probably been going on before you got here, right?

[mercuryangel]

"This" meaning...

[splinterself]

Abducting random people from various worlds and bringing them here to grind in some elaborate game.

[mercuryangel]

I'm not sure. I think I might have been one of the first, though.

[splinterself]

...shit. Sorry to hear that.

[mercuryangel]

I was a cleric before I was taken here, and I still am... more than one way, now.

I don't want people to be suffering like this.

[splinterself]

Yeah, but what about you? Don't tell me you're okay with things being the way they are. [Nrngh. He's really not good at this 'interacting with people without a filter, excuse, or ruse of some kind' thing.]

[mercuryangel]

I'm not.

I want to get out of here too, but... things just won't be the same there anymore.

[splinterself]

... [After the ever so slightest of pauses.] I don't know about you but I haven't had food yet. Know where a guy can get something to eat around here? I'll cover you too, don't worry. [Because he's going to ask, oh yes, mark his words, but he needs something to be the filter he works through.]

[mercuryangel]

Well, lately I've been seeing more places for that around. I'm not sure what changed.

Other than that, though, you'll probably want to find a guild. I'm in one called the "Order of the Staff and Sword", actually.

[splinterself]

Yeah? How's that working out for you? I thought about it, but I won't lie, I'm not exactly eager to sign on with some strangers.

[mercuryangel]

It's nice. I've known the guild master, Roy, almost since I got here, and I can tell he's a good person.

We're still pretty small, though, and having a place to sleep helps a lot, too.

[splinterself]

I don't know. I've been liking this camping thing I've gotten going. Finding a dark corner, curling up in blankets, hope no one steps on you. Been interesting. [NOTE: he's actually...not entirely insincere here. Like, he's not all fuck yes about it, but it's a nice change.]

[mercuryangel]

The charm wears off after a few weeks.

[splinterself]

Yeah, I'm sure it will eventually, but...I don't know. Shit, I spent so much time in an...enclosed space that the novelty of having an entire city to sleep in is nice, even if it fucking sucks for a number of reasons. Hard to explain unless you've been there.

[mercuryangel]

Ah...

[There isn't anything else she feels like she needs to say, now.]

[splinterself]

...sorry. I'll probably get tired of the nomad life after a week or two and roll in looking for a bed then.

[mercuryangel]

I think you have options, even. There was another guild advertising awhile ago.