[ he really is the perfect malewife. hes a homebody who cooks and cleans and only occasionally is overtaken by violent bouts of ambition that compel him to ascend to godhood. normal wizard stuff. ]
Ah-- really? That's excellent, I'd be happy to. Is there anything you prefer?
[ come inside their humble abode. it is a two story building, old like everything else but is not like... falling apart. it's the kind of old that's cute.
once inside they point at a table. ]
I have to make what we use to preserve it, but you can leave the fingers here.
[ instantly the most nosy anyone has ever been. just blatantly not sorry about it. like i guess he won't go wandering upstairs without permission but as soon as he sets the fingers down he's going to do a little circle around the room to check it out and hmmmmm all the while. ]
Goodness, you aren't going to pickle them, are you ... ?
[ anyway he will see that it's nice and tidy, like it does get regularly cleaned, aside from there being a lot of candy and snacks on one end of the table. the decor is very much stuff your great great grandma probably owned that borders on cool vintage and "why is this here". nothing personal of the npcs seem to be here, which makes sense since this is just a common area. ]
As valid a preservation method as any others, I suppose, though.
[ oh this is nice. what do you think gales interior decorating sensibility is. its pretty much exactly this. he’ll sort of nosy his way through the snacks and candy before wandering back over to watch what they’re doing with the Body Parts. ]
[ it is a lot of snacks that is easy to eat on the go. pesto was not kidding about that.
right now they are mostly just checking out the Damage and how fucked up that chainsaw was to them, before going to grab a jar to place them securely inside. ]
Mmhm. It'll keep everything safe. Sorry, if we had more tools we could have done something fancier, but despite appearances even what we have available is kinda limited.
[ pesto please eat real food. i guess i have questions so they can both eat AND turn into bubbles. i feel like im gonna feel like such an idiot later when i find out who the crap this is.
anyway, watching this, eyebrows raising as out comes a jar. ]
So far, exactly like pickling. I’ve had preserved ingredients before, part of the job of course, but it is strange when its a part of your companion …
Well, it's impossible to always say the right things! You can't really predict what will be the absolute correct combo of words that'll lift someone's mood.
[ they wander off a bit to start digging through cabinets. ]
What matters is that you're saying something. Knowing that someone is there and trying is better than there being no one at all.
[ wow... maybe famine is really into breathing meat, too. ]
I think silence can be enough to kill a person. Even if you prefer to be alone, there's only so much time you be without others before it start to pick away at you.
[ they pull out... a clear liquid. ]
I'll have it completely ready for you by tomorrow, since it needs to be done overnight.
[ `I think silence can be enough to kill a person.` well this is hitting very close to home and making his stomach twist, so, he doesn't respond for a long moment. ]
... Right. Would you like me to return to pick it up?
[ watching this, but putting his hands behind his back to observe rather than continue to try and poke everything. ]
Actually ... Lavender really does sound lovely. I suppose it might liven up the incredibly chilly bath one can take behind the barn. It can make quite a nice tea as well! Assuming you have, ah, hot water. Apart from that, if you have any herbs, I'd be most appreciative.
Perhaps ... consider it a small comfort that his work will not go unused, or neglected.
I'm not much of a gardener - never had space in the tower - but if you'd like assistance with the upkeep, I wouldn't mind lending a hand. Especially considering your offer to share.
[ they put the jar down, and gesture for him to wait a second. pestilence will wander over to a potted plant in the corner, a yellow rose, before returning to gale. ]
Here. Put your hand on it, gently, and tell me what you notice. Anything at all about it.
[ he will watch them carefully and then doing as he's told - reaching out a bit hesitantly to touch the rose, glancing up at Pestilence, a little awkward. ]
Normally, I suppose I would reach out and see if I could feel anything through the Weave from it, but ...
[ well. no magic here. is he supposed to feel anything or is this vibes alone. ]
[ vibes alone it is. well, he's got a poetry hobby, so instead of trying to make stuff up about gardening which is not his special interest, he'll lean the other way. letting his fingers touch the damp soil. ]
Alright. The yellow rose - Friendship, isn't it? Or sometimes jealousy. They generally aren't as fragrant as their company, so perhaps there is a bit of that inadequacy in the meaning sometimes. A friend who might want something more, covetous.
`Sad Autumn is the miser of thy gold; But dead and meek Thy petals speak More than thy beauty told.`
[ there's a pause, and they will place a hand over his. he will feel a surge of something-- a feeling of growth, warmth, something small slowly breathing in and out. ]
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Wow. Okay, then it's a deal! Something you can scrounge up is fine.
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Ah-- really? That's excellent, I'd be happy to. Is there anything you prefer?
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... honestly, I mostly just eat stuff that's quick and easy to take on the go. So a good sit down meal would be nice!
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[ ... ]
Could we take care of the fingers first though, perchance?
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[ come inside their humble abode. it is a two story building, old like everything else but is not like... falling apart. it's the kind of old that's cute.
once inside they point at a table. ]
I have to make what we use to preserve it, but you can leave the fingers here.
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Goodness, you aren't going to pickle them, are you ... ?
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[ anyway he will see that it's nice and tidy, like it does get regularly cleaned, aside from there being a lot of candy and snacks on one end of the table. the decor is very much stuff your great great grandma probably owned that borders on cool vintage and "why is this here". nothing personal of the npcs seem to be here, which makes sense since this is just a common area. ]
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As valid a preservation method as any others, I suppose, though.
[ oh this is nice. what do you think gales interior decorating sensibility is. its pretty much exactly this. he’ll sort of nosy his way through the snacks and candy before wandering back over to watch what they’re doing with the Body Parts. ]
This is same thing you’ve done with the heart?
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right now they are mostly just checking out the Damage and how fucked up that chainsaw was to them, before going to grab a jar to place them securely inside. ]
Mmhm. It'll keep everything safe. Sorry, if we had more tools we could have done something fancier, but despite appearances even what we have available is kinda limited.
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anyway, watching this, eyebrows raising as out comes a jar. ]
So far, exactly like pickling. I’ve had preserved ingredients before, part of the job of course, but it is strange when its a part of your companion …
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It is totally not pickling! It's a much more complex process!
[ that looks like pickling!! ]
... well, she must be glad to have people looking out for her.
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[ he is only teasing about the pickling. ]
I don't know. I feel as if I never quite say the right things.
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[ they wander off a bit to start digging through cabinets. ]
What matters is that you're saying something. Knowing that someone is there and trying is better than there being no one at all.
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gently tilting the jar, taking a look at the fingers. ]
I can certainly tell you from experience that silence is harsher than any words at all.
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I think silence can be enough to kill a person. Even if you prefer to be alone, there's only so much time you be without others before it start to pick away at you.
[ they pull out... a clear liquid. ]
I'll have it completely ready for you by tomorrow, since it needs to be done overnight.
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... Right. Would you like me to return to pick it up?
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[ the liquid gets poured into the other jar, and they pat it slightly. they don't comment on the pause. ]
Need anything else? Apparently lavender is a popular plant at the moment to take some samples of from the garden.
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Actually ... Lavender really does sound lovely. I suppose it might liven up the incredibly chilly bath one can take behind the barn. It can make quite a nice tea as well! Assuming you have, ah, hot water. Apart from that, if you have any herbs, I'd be most appreciative.
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[ uh. well. ]
Anyway, he wouldn't mind.
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Perhaps ... consider it a small comfort that his work will not go unused, or neglected.
I'm not much of a gardener - never had space in the tower - but if you'd like assistance with the upkeep, I wouldn't mind lending a hand. Especially considering your offer to share.
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[ they put the jar down, and gesture for him to wait a second. pestilence will wander over to a potted plant in the corner, a yellow rose, before returning to gale. ]
Here. Put your hand on it, gently, and tell me what you notice. Anything at all about it.
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Normally, I suppose I would reach out and see if I could feel anything through the Weave from it, but ...
[ well. no magic here. is he supposed to feel anything or is this vibes alone. ]
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Make an attempt!
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Alright. The yellow rose - Friendship, isn't it? Or sometimes jealousy. They generally aren't as fragrant as their company, so perhaps there is a bit of that inadequacy in the meaning sometimes. A friend who might want something more, covetous.
`Sad Autumn is the miser of thy gold;
But dead and meek
Thy petals speak
More than thy beauty told.`
Hm. I don't remember where I read that one.
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[ there's a pause, and they will place a hand over his. he will feel a surge of something-- a feeling of growth, warmth, something small slowly breathing in and out. ]
Thy petals speak!
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