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[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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[bravelyrunsaway]

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

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

[bravelyrunsaway]

( Multitrack mentalities, also with biases. Impressive things are they not? )

Out at the front stairs, we've found a 'wheelbarrow' to assist.

[bravelyrunsaway]

( He claps his hands together. )

Sure, what you said! Wheelbarrow. Won't have anyone coming out for oil hunting for a bit, let's look around for one. Or two. Or anything else we can make work.

[fushichou]

[...Right. Right! They'll have to lug around any of the shit they find. Of course.]

Sure, okay. Hope no one ends up missing something we end up, uhh, borrowing.

[bravelyrunsaway]

( He reaches for his blade, standing with a hup and the heft of it in hand. )

Look for the abandoned places, there's more than enough of them. Anyway, we'll bring the wheelbarrow back, won't we? Portraits of kindness, love.

[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?

[reparo]

I'm a witch, Licyn. They're just familiar spells, given a different use.

[fushichou]

Borrowing. That's all.

[He pushes himself to his feet and wipes any wrinkles from his clothes.]

Right. Well, I'll be off, then.

[As he walks away, Kanesada lifts a hand in a wave.]

Later!

[bravelyrunsaway]

You say witch like it's meant to have a meaning I understand that's not one bandied about here, love. It doesn't. Any who worked with magic where I'm from was called and considered a mage or magician, depending on their preference.

What I'm also hearing is magic is easily lent toward different uses. You don't create constructs, do you?

[reparo]

[ It honestly wouldn't occur to her that he'd be bothered by witches, simply because of how much magic there is to go around in this place. Corrupt, granted.

In hindsight, at least he didn't meet her fully right after the volcano. ]

Well, in that case, I am capable of wielding magic. In my world, they would call me a witch. I've met people who'd be called something else, so... anyway.

I am not sure what constructs are.

[bravelyrunsaway]

Magically crafted beings. Not altered beings, fully crafted from magic alone. They're incredibly dangerous and difficult to kill or entrap, given there's still some around since the last time they were commonly made, millennia ago. Horrible, terrible things.

[reparo]

No, I don't make those. If there were people who could create magically crafted beings in my world, they would be considered both rare and dangerous. Is that what you had, where you're from?

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[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.

[bravelyrunsaway]

We did, at some point, from magicians of a kind who haven't been seen in millennia. May it stay so.

[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. )

[reparo]

May it stay so, yes.

[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. ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

Of course, love, I'm who the jewelers call in to verify they even have the jewels they think they have.

As far as your question, ask the miss Mariol. Account for extra for the neighbours, to sweeten them from looking too close at the orphanage for what gains they thing might hide within.

[incantates]

Do I even want to know what nefarious things you are getting up to within or near the orphanage? Aside from all the other general nefarious things happening around Serthica.

[ Which is a lot apparently.... ]

[bravelyrunsaway]

Nefariously navigating the drug dens and thieves who look a little too long and a little too greedy this direction, love. Attention's worth diverting.