audio | un: workstormit | in the mouse house

[bravelyrunsaway]

'lo, loves, how're you managing with all the littles crawling all over and shrieking like proper nestlings?

( he doesn't really care how everyone's doing. he doesn't dislike children, he just gets antsy and needs time away due to reasons no one needs to understand. )

Right, those of you looking for a bit of a walk around, we're low on lamp oil. Not just here at the lovely madams, but at the neighbouring homes. I'm heading out to track down what untended, forgotten oil we can find come midday. Anyone care to join?

( a second noted reference after a pause: )

How do you change what it says here for telling who you are to the rest of our merry band of misfits?

( ooc: see the related plot info here! i'll get a log post up at the end of the week. )

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un: nutcracker (text)

[snowcleave]

I am familiar with the Mouse House. I can help you.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Thank you, nutcracker. Any warehouses or storage places you recall seeing, offhand, that didn't look thoroughly raided already?

un: Black Prince; text

[blackscales]

You don't like your designation?

[ Wrathion cannot properly parse it. Work... storm... it? What does that mean.

Anyway. ]

Lamp oil seems an important commodity. I do prefer to be able to see so I don't drop through a hole in the boards.

[ So sure, he'll come. ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

It'd be more useful to have it be part of my name instead of cursing this searing device to work, anyway.

Yes, most the eyes here require it to some degree, and if we find enough to go around we won't have to worry about theft once we're back. Such and so, on it goes.

[blackscales]

Also useful for cooking or resolving disagreements.

[ Oil truly has so many uses. ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

( all different oils are truly wonderful, for various reasons, he agrees. though he laughs to himself reading the second, making the incorrect presumption: )

Different kinds for cooking and pleasure, to be certain, but we may as well keep an eye out for those at the same time.

[blackscales]

[ ... Hmm ]

I suspect we resolve disagreements in different ways, but I'll keep an open mind.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Depends on if I'm standing on a battleground or in a bedroom, love, there's a time for every kind of resolution.

un: protector izumi | text;

[fushichou]

Ill come with you, can you have too much oil, i dont think so

And you mean for yoru name thing on these devices? Its a settings thing, if i remember right. You have to...uh...

I can jsut show you in person thats probably easer

[bravelyrunsaway]

Black Prince brings up a point that any oils we find are going to be useful, but lamp oil is distinct enough a scent and look we'll likely spot those barrels... somewhere.

Would you, love? The less I have to think about this storm-struck thing the happier I am.

[fushichou]

And youll be able to sniff them out for us right? Nice.

I just said i would didn't i? Dont even worry about it, its fine.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Neatly and directly, yes, as long as something nose-killing hasn't been laid over it all. Having tracked down the grease in the past, I don't think any of the people here are wise enough to do that.

( no one expects the wise nose to do as it does. )

Good, I'm out front, see you soon.

( you did offer, pony it up now izumi )

text -> action;

[fushichou]

I feel kind of bad for your nose if it smells that hard, but i guess some oil smells pleasant enough

But yeah hold on a sec

[Kanesada walks out a few minutes later.]

All right, where's your thingy?

[bravelyrunsaway]

Amazing what you adapt to.

( anyway, Licyn tosses him the pendant because heck if i recall what was handed out in start of ye pirate arc, flashing a smile. )

That thingy, or were you wanting to see another?

( there also is his sword as usual, in scabbard and leaning against his leg rather than strapped to his hip. )

un: man's greatest treasure

[reparo]

I wish I could answer that question myself. But I can answer the former one.

Yes. Please. I'll come with. I'm good at carrying things in my bag.

[bravelyrunsaway]

I... is it a large bag, love?

( he's not tracking why this is a firmly stated skill, that's all. )

[reparo]

Bottomless. [ And a sigh, before she explains: ] It's enchanted to be. Fits a lot more than it looks like it would, and won't show its contents to anyone but me, so...

[ clears her throat real quick, so embarrassing she knows this ]

It's good for stealing.

[bravelyrunsaway]

( Have a moment where he must pause because he is not, and has not been, more comfortable with magic: more resigned to it, and glad that down here, it makes his skin crawl less than up in Serthica proper. )

Haaa, aren't you a woman of surprises. Makes the hunt for the wheelbarrow much less relevant, as long as your bag doesn't make off without you.

[reparo]

[that's her, a woman of surprises.]

Ah, well - I can also summon it back into my hand.

[bravelyrunsaway]

... Have you worked light of finger for long in your life?

audio; un: iwannahexyouup

[incantates]

Oh, I'm just peachy. Thank you for asking. I could conjure up some extra lamp oil, if you're really desperate, unless lamp oil was a euphemism for something else.

[ Maybe he just needed an excuse to get out and about on the town. ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

Only if we're looking to light fires, and not the enjoyable kind.

( sounding briefly, dryly amused. )

What's the catch to conjuring? Or the cost.

[incantates]

I'm always looking to light fires of all kinds. It's page one of the warlock playbook. And the catch is always a good story, a drink, or a spare couch for while I continue to moonlight as a writer. I'll take any or all three.

[ Why oh why was he not given a better cover story that involves permanent housing? ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

My abode is cramped and cozy and open for all resting heads, particularly if you pretend to be inclined to write about the brilliance of a so-called purveyor of jewels and metals. Or need the consult. People do that, don't they? Sidle up to those who seem malleable whatever the city.

( see, spin the story to work for you, he's game for that. it's what he does with his own life, and here it's been a different sort of less sure footed gamble.

let us all be trusty confidence men. )

[incantates]

I'd be delighted to write about the secret tawdry lives of jewelers. I have to give my audience what they want, and you strike me as a jeweler with a lot of good tales to weave.

Or at least one with a functional couch. I doubt anyone will bat an eye. By the way, how much lamp oil is enough lamp oil?

[ His magic probably won't run out making a decent amount, but he's not sure if he's expected to light the city here. ]