Facewood. Yep, Facewood. [Event, Open]

[Weegee]

Weegee smiled as he set down his last load of logs in the area behind his freshly made stall. It felt good to do some physical work, since most of his time in this land had been spent sleeping in trees, or falling out of them. A sign topping the stall clearly labeled his area as a Wood Carving Station, while a smaller sign announced that he would be happy to whittle or carve almost anything that you would ask for. Sitting down behind the wooden surface, he began to carve into one of the smaller logs, first sawing it in half before he began whittling it down into a more usable piece.



All around him the sounds of stalls being set up could be heard, he had come early enough to have plenty of time to finish at least one of the carvings he could use as a display piece, and he had chosen to mimic Elder Tale's mascot, the Brier Weasel. It would take him about two hours to finish the piece, since he was being quite meticulous with his work. His inner mind slowly came awake as a dark, anger-filled voice rumbling sleepily at him. 'You're just a fool if you think you'll make anything for anyone in a reasonable amount of time. You should just quit like the little fool you are.' A giddy voice seemed to push the first out of the way with its bubbly excitement. 'Oh step off James, you've got no idea what old Luigi can do when he puts his mind to it!' The voice began to cheer his name happily, as another voice chimed in, its somber tone stopping the cheering for a moment. 'Caitlyn, can you just shut up... I'm trying to sleep over the fact we're still trapped in this world...' The tone the newest voice carried seemed almost on the verge of tears, wavering slightly as the first pricks of tears sprouted from Weegee's eyes. The giddy voice mumbled softly as they all dispersed from the forefront of his mind. 'Sorry Kevin, I'll keep it down, but don't you fail me Luigi, I know you can put old James to shame like always.'



Weegee chuckled to himself as he listened to the voices in his head. They were not the only ones in his mind, he knew of a few, and figured there might still be more. James was the angry one, more like a bear than a man and as quick to anger as water was to run downhill. Caitlyn was the excitable one, able to somehow make paint drying a memorable experience, a feat she'd done many a time so far. Kevin was the depressed one, able to find some way to turn even the brightest of hopes into a spiraling pit of never-ending darkness. And then there was Elder. He was the one no other voice would mess with, and that would not speak unless spoken to. He was harsh, cold-hearted and blunt, almost as if he held no emotions or feelings at all. Though, as his mind rambled to itself, he set down a small, detailed carving of a Brier Weasel. Sure, a higher level Woodcrafter could make a lot better in a lot less time, but here was his own creation, and he rather enjoyed it. As he waited for some customers to approach, as the festival had just begun, he would prepare a few of the logs for work.

[Adler]

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Adler wandered around the myriad of stalls, all in honor of the New Year event. Now this felt normal. It was easy to believe they were all playing the game through a virtual-reality device when the main square was as populated as this. Opening her friends list, Adler pressed on Weegee’s name to start a call.

[ I’ve been walking for ages, so where the bloody hell is-oh. There you are. ] Beep.

Adler weaved her way over to the brunette’s spot, purposefully bumping into everyone who passed within a foot of her. “No, my word!” She shot back at a fellow Brit, cackling inwardly at the confused look on the other player’s face. She walked away without a backward glance, and in no time at all was waving energetically in Weegee’s face.

“Hello, hello! Well, this place could certainly use a paint job.” She said very quickly, giving him no chance to talk while she flashed a sly grin and winked. ”It’s better than the one you made for me naturally, but how plain! Shall I return the favor and brighten it up a bit?” Going by her words and voice alone, it sounded like she was insulting the person she took a break from setting up her own stall to see. The look on her face however, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, gave away that it would be a sincere delight to help; Adler’s fingers were twitching to pick up a paintbrush. ”I know I said I’d commission you to do something interesting, but I don’t really know what to ask for yet.”

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[Capsule]

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'Fascinating! Simply fascinating!.' The redhead was subdued with awe as she strolled through the streets of London. There were stalls, horses and decorations everywhere. People were laughing and children were sprinting up and down the street, little hands sticky with the remains of various treats. This was all well and lovely, but she wouldn't be stopping to join in on the festivities - not at this point, anyway. Her destination was St. Pancras Station, where her home lay, but she would not be returning there anytime soon.

She had the day off to enjoy the Chinese New Year’s festival, and had gotten up a little earlier than usual to run some errands before things got too crowded. Now that those were pretty much taken care of, Capsule had her sights set on the events that would follow in a few hours. She was looking forward to the fireworks event in particular, which she had volunteered for. Cap wasn't sure how she could be of use yet, but the day was still young. At worse, she could whip something up on the spot. The fireworks weren't reliant on crafting skills, anyway. They would be using magic, or so she had assumed.

A cheerful looking werecat intercepted Capsule, offering a stick of stringy meat on a stick. When she asked what it was, the adventurer winked and said it was gator meat. It was decently priced, she was hungry, and it smelled good. She bought two of the gator on a stick, intending to save one for later. 'Huh. This isn't half bad,' she thought as she took a large bite out of the meat. It was a bit salty and tasted faintly of chicken, but good nonetheless.

The first stick was more than halfway gone by the time she spotted a stall with two familiar faces. As Capsule drew nearer, she was able to identify the two figures as Weegee and Strange Woman #2. She had met Weegee a while ago while helping Shira kill some boars for his tailoring quest, and SW2 (Adler) had approached her earlier, inquiring about her subclass. The woman's straightforwardness had surprised Capsule so much that she answered without meaning to do so. Capsule wasn't a brewer though, which seemed to be what was wanted. The only thing she could technically "brew" were potions or medicinal tea, if you wanted to get super technical about it.

Seeing SW2 over at Weegee's stall made Capsule a bit nervous, especially as the woman continued to display more eccentric behavior the closer the redhead got. 'Just be cool. She's probably just excited about the festival or something.' Events like this could bring out the sillier sides in people, after all.

Capsule came to a stop in by Weegee's stall, pausing first to peek curiously at the carved Brier Weasel on display. 'Oooh, woodcarvings!' She would love to have one made, mostly as decoration for her little hovel. Doing her best to remain casual, Capsule jokingly asked "Facewood? Is that anything like morningwood?" Hopefully Weegee was one for jokes.

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Muse:Cats On Mars

Notes:Bad jokes ahoy.

Tags:Weegee, Adler

made by benetnasch of ET

[Weegee]

WEEGEE HP: 100% MP: 100%

"After all you put me through, you'd think that I'd despise you. But in the end, I wanna thank you. Cause you made me that much STRONGER."

He was sawing through a thick log when a familiar voice came from behind him. As he turned around he found a vigorously waving hand in front of his face. It was a familiar, tattoo-covered hand that like always, it seemed, gave him no chance to respond. When she had finally finished he set the newly halved wood down on the ground before he smiled back at her. "Well Adler, you can always just get some Facewood. And sure, I wouldn't mind if you brightened it up. And sadly yes, I could always remake what I made for you, if you'd prefer." His thoughts were interrupted when another friend of his came by and asked him a rather interesting question.

He chuckled heartily as he smiled larger. "Oh aye, but a bit better as more than one can enjoy it. It's a rather fond pleasure to see you again, been off killing time on boars or have you found better prey?" He offered his hand to Capsule after he brushed off some of the sawdust they had accumulated. "I decided to set up a little stall, just to see if people might be interested in a few little trinkets or anything they may want. Of course, the easiest thing I can do right now, is make Facewood, where I literally carve a circle of wood to feature your face in the middle. With a little more time though, I could even make it a mask." He smiled as he set down the original Facewood, one in the likeness of his own face, complete with ears and the little piece of hair that remained standing high above his head. "Just in case you wanted to see the display piece."

Despite the rumbling of a certain voice in his head, he was rather proud of himself, he had already sold six Facewoods, two wooden bowls and a large bowl hat. So far, today had been going rather smoothly.

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Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Vayne]

some coincidences are deliberate

tagging everyone / MURDERER / 631 words

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Vayne trudged through the festival in a foul mood. His puppet trying it's best to keep up with him with it's awkward mechanical walk. He could almost imagine the hurried "Tap~ tap~ tap" sounds that his puppet made as it ran up the cobblestone steps behind him. He was so frustrated that he got so hungry. Stopped in front of a food stall and pointed at the greasiest, fattiest looking food item they had, which was Boar Shawarma. "Thank you sir and come by again!" the fox-girl said as she handed him his shawarma. Vayne growled a reply as he paid for the greasy morsel of goodness. Without even waiting to leave the vicinity of the stall, he massacred the damn greasy shawarma.

The reason why the usually calm and relaxed Vayne was in a foul mood is because of the festival itself. Vayne got back late from the Greatwood as he was doing some quests. He expected a nice, relaxing rest after a hot bath after he got back to the hotel. Once he got back though, he found out that the hotel he stayed in the night before was fully booked. Then he tried another hotel, still no vacancy. He tried one hotel after another and there was no available room! He then realized that the hotels were booked because a lot of players wanted a good night's rest for the festivities the next day. Also, that a lot of people of the land from the small hamlets outside of London came to the city to also take part in the festival. For that one night, Vayne stayed at a cafe in town and was up all night. Currently hes only running on the fumes of coffee, lots and lots of coffee.

So now Vayne, who so much wanted to enjoy the Festival, had to spend it feeling like a zombie. "THIS DAY SUCKS SO MUCH!" he thought as he walked through the festival, growling at random passersby.

Then Vayne stopped in his tracks as something caught his attention. He was standing in front of a fruit stall, and in the fruit stall was a watermelon. It was not just any watermelon though, it was a huge watermelon. It sat there on the pile of other watermelons. As Vayne looked at it, to him it seemed as if the shiny skin of the melon was mocking him. It was laughing at his misery, tormenting his soul!

A few seconds later Vayne was again marching through the festival, this time lugging a watermelon the twice as big as a basketball. It had mocked Vayne, so it must pay with its life!

Without any dillydally, he went to a stall named "Facewood". If he was in a better mood, he probably would have appreciated and giggled at that name, but now was not the time. All he saw in that name was "WOOD". He then went up to the woodcarver, not minding the two women standing by the stall. "I want to buy..." he said as he picked up a particularly rough, but hard log, "I want to buy this." he said. Without even waiting for a reply from the woodcarver, he dropped his money on the table and placed the watermelon on the ground.

It stared back at him, it knew what was going to happen. It begged him not to do it, that Vayne show it mercy. Vayne just smiled, "You should have thought of that before dissing me punk!" he thought as he raised the log and smashed that watermelon.

"Ahh..." sighed in relief. "Finally that thing shut up."

The puppet was now hurriedly cleaning the mess his master made by picking up the pieces of the unruly watermelon and threw it in the trash where it belonged.

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Adler]

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Adler shook her head at Weegee’s offer, her reaction tamer now that she had other things on her mind. ”No no, the stall’s good. I have a partner, we—well, you wouldn’t be interested in that. I’ll just…” She took a step back, oblivious to Capsule’s proximity to her. There was nothing wrong with wood of course, but that wasn’t going to be enough in a sea of wooden stalls. Red was too predictable a color, but gold or yellow wouldn’t pop out either. A troubling observation from earlier crossed her mind, but she didn’t really care about People of the Land setting up their own stalls as well.

There was nothing for it. ”I think green would be your best bet. Gold to simulate gilding, have something mobile and shiny to draw people’s attention. I made something like it for our stall, I can easily—oh Capsule, didn’t see you there.” She smiled fondly at her. “Weegee built our stall, it’s really—but you know each other I see.” Her voice was calm—unnaturally so, if you were to judge by her behavior just a minute earlier—and it had an airy quality reminiscent of someone who wasn’t entirely there. “Weegee, this is my partner. Give us a visit when you have some time, eh? We have lovely tea. I’ll start painting, shall I?” She paid no heed to the strange man who purchased a log until he produced a watermelon. His stunt kept her interest up until he squashed it, and at that she nodded.

”Definitely green.” She said vaguely, turning back to her next canvas.

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[Capsule]

The amount of innuendos being thrown around after Capsule's was amusing, to say the least. She could feel her shoulders relax as Weegee chuckled at her little quip, and took the proffered hand to shake it. "I haven't been doing much combat since the last time we've seen each other," she admitted freely. "I've been trying to focus more on my subclasses since they level slower." That was a bit of a lie, really. She was just wary of getting hurt or dying, so she'd stuck to the safer courier jobs. Her pharmacist class, on the hand, was suffering because of the rare use she put it through.

She dropped her hand back down to her side after the handshake, and lowered her eyes to examine the "facewood" carving Weegee had made of himself. "Ah, so that's facewood! It looks just like you, heh." She wouldn't have much use for one of these carvings aside from decoration, but it would help Weegee boost his crafting level, and it wouldn't hurt at all to have something nice to look at in her home. "Hmm. I'd like some facewood - eh?"

A strange man with blond hair and a watermelon had joined them, turning the small group of people gathered there into a little crowd. There was a puppet following the man, hinting to a summoner class. Everything about the man, from his demeanor to the malice aimed at the watermelon screamed bizarre. 'And I thought Adler was a nut!' Speaking of Adler -

Capsule internally sobbed as the woman noted her appearance, but despite the inner turmoil she felt over their sudden partnership, the redhead couldn't help but return the smile. Anyone passing by would probably think her rude or cold for not reciprocating. She would have silently pleaded with Weegee for help, but he had also fallen victim to Adler's charm. She shoved the end of the remaining gator on the stick into her mouth to keep her from screaming for help. The man with the puppet would be of no help. He'd probably order the puppet to restrain her -

"GLUH!" Bits and pieces of red fruit and green rind painted the grass and air as Blondie smashed his watermelon into oblivion with a log he had bought from Weegee's stall. Capsule turned her head to the side as she coughed up the chunk of food she was choking on. Who went around randomly smashing watermelons?! Was this guy Gallagher or something? She watched in silent horror as he brutally finished off the watermelon, and implied that it was capable of making noise when he finished.

With a complexion now paler than usual, Capsule turned and raised one shaking finger into the air as the puppet absconded with the remains of the shattered fruit. "Uh… Weegee. One facewood, please." She wanted nothing more than to flee for the nearest exit, but her legs were refusing to cooperate. 'I feel like Weege and I are the only sane ones here.'

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Muse:Frontier Psychiatrist

Notes:Welp.

Tags:Adler, Weegee, Vayne

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[Weegee]

WEEGEE HP: 99% MP: 100%

"After all you put me through, you'd think that I'd despise you. But in the end, I wanna thank you. Cause you made me that much STRONGER."

With Adler around, he knew he couldn't get a word in edge-wise as he looked to Capsule. From Adler's words, he could tell that she too had been wrangled into something that she may somewhat regret. Speaking of that, his mind slightly pondered why he was such a pushover, briefly feeling like fate itself had some kind of sick humor towards his life, but he quickly shook the thought from his head as a man bought a log and produced a melon. Blinking, he watched as the man placed the melon on the log, and smashed it, showering both the surrounding area and Weegee, with melon chunks. He pulled a handkerchief from under his stand and handed it over to Capsule with a smile that could easily say 'I am so sorry' as he thought to himself,'Should have known, should have known.'

"I definitely will, paying a pair of good friends a visit for a spot of tea would be wonderful." Despite his current appearance, his voice was like normal, even carrying the genuine sincerity that was behind his words. Sitting down, he smiled at Capsule as she ordered a Facewood while Adler went on about the color for the stall. He knew his input wouldn't really matter when she had her min set, or at least, so he felt, but thankfully green was his favorite color. The puppet began to pick pieces of melon from his hair as he picked up a slab of wood and began carving quickly into one side of it. He held it up to Capsule to show, hopefully only her, the words written on the back. 'I feel horribly for you, if you are uncomfortable, I can make this for you another time.' Once she had seen it and would confirm she read it, he would either begin working on it as he studied her face, or would place it down and begin working on another Brier Weasel. he continued to ignore the crude wooden puppet as it cleaned the melon from his body, having put up with a lot more. Anyone who might watch him would think he had the patience of a saint, or was really good at ignoring things.

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Made by Sifr of GS, Synesthesia and Adoxography.

[Vayne]

some coincidences are deliberate

Weegee,Capsule,Adler / My stupid mouth / 516 words

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Vayne was breathing rather hard as he spent all of his frustrations in one go. Just a few minutes ago, his mind felt rather clouded and he didn't even realize that his actions have been very moronic. Vayne sighed as he looked around seeing the mess he made. Bits and pieces of watermelon smeared over all the things around him. Vayne took a deep breath and just closed his eyes for a moment, gathering whatever brain cells he may have that are still working.

Once he opened his eyes, he was more or less back to his usual, calm self, if you ignore the watermelon pieces that clung to his clothes. Vayne took a small rag from his satchel and cleaned himself up before he turned toward the people that were most affected by his outburst. There was the tall redhead that seemed to be so freaked out that she looked as if she might run away like a marathon runner, the woman that was busily painting, and the male woodcarver who seemed to be good at ignoring things when hes doing his work. He now saw that his puppet was busily cleaning up the woodcarver, touching him in places that should probably not be touched.

"Hey you stop that!" he said with an embarrassed tone as he moved his left hand, ordering his puppet back to his side. This is probably the most shameful, careless moment hes had in his life. Vayne just wanted to crawl into a hole and rot there for the next few hundred years. As a man though, Vayne knew that he must face his shame head on and not falter.

"Easier said that done." he thought as he gathered his courage.

Vayne sheepishly walked toward them and bowed in apology. "Sorry for that outburst of stupidity earlier, it seems that lack of sleep and pent up stress made my brain cells shut down for a bit." he said in an apologetic and sheepish way.

They say that first impressions last, so Vayne may have incurred the worst first impression in history.

"My name is Vayne and I hope that you all could forgive my actions."

After apologizing he looked up and saw the woodcarver's wares. The craftsmanship was really good and the quality was above average. Above average is rare as most wood carvers are all level one at best. Looking at his wooden puppet, which had its uses, had looks and quality of something sub par. He sighed and looked closer at the piece of wood that the woodcarver is whittling at. He was obviously carving a briar weasel statue and it really looked good. "Hmm you really handle that piece of wood quite well. I wish I can handle wood as good as you do." He said absentmindedly. He then noticed that a girl from the neighboring stall was looking at him in awed shock. Vayne replayed what he just said in his mind and then it hit him.

"Oh." he muttered. He sighs as he thinks that his second impression may just be as bad as his first.

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[Capsule]

'I don't think you want any of that tea,' Capsule thought but did not say. Acquaintances they may be, but she didn't want to poison the poor guy with her failed attempts at making tea. "We'd be glad to have you," was what she ended up saying instead. It was probably best not to bother Weegee with her own problems and put a dent in his day.

With Adler preoccupied with her canvas and the new man calming down a bit, Capsule could feel the tension in her shoulders easing up a bit as she watched Weegee began carving a piece of wood. That weight returned to her shoulders when Weegee held up the carved piece of wood for her inspection, but she saw only the words inscribed there. As she had been a bit shaken up (visibly) by the odd man and his vendetta against a fruit, there was little worry in having to fix her expression. She shook her head at his offer of holding off on the carving until there was a better time. That wood carving was pretty much the only thing keeping her here, though she didn't liked being chased away by odd characters, either.

Capsule stayed still so that Weegee could carve her face with little interruption, which she found difficult to do once the puppet started cleaning and molesting the fox tail. The redhead's eyebrows furrowed together as she watched Weegee ignore the puppet and continue on with his carving, and scowled a bit when the puppet's owner finally ordered it to stop. 'Geeze, I thought it would never stop.' If the man hadn't sounded so embarrassed, she would have assumed that he deliberately ordered the puppet to grope Weegee. 'Not that I don't expect much from a man who brutalizes watermelons in dead daylight, anyway.'

The man did something then that she was not expecting; he came forward and apologized. Capsule nodded in response to his apology. Most cut ups wouldn't even bother to do so, but the man's words were sincere. "Stress has a way of doing that to you," she said. "You might want to take it easy and rest, and leave the caffeine alone for a while." She fell silent after that, and would have stayed so, had the man not brought further attention to himself.

While Weegee was working, the man who had introduced himself as Vayne had crept closer to admire the Woodcrafter's handiwork. That wasn't what she found surprising, though. It was what he said that made her raise an eyebrow. Her lips were moving before she was even aware of the words that sprang forth. "First the puppet, now you. Are you just a Courtesan masquerading as a puppeteer, or is that one of your "aides" in costume?" Capsule had seen her fair share of prostitutes, but sightings of a male one was rare for her. Though, to be fair, a few of the men she had mistaken for homosexual could very well have been actual prostitutes.

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Muse:Maneater

Notes:Schlampe.

Tags:Adler, Vayne, Weegee

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Coincidentally, Adler had a bunch of leftover paints from when she painted her stall with Capsule. She had decided on a purple theme to encourage a mystical atmosphere and had little use for green paint, which was fortunate for Weegee.

First, she prepared the wood. This game-world allowed certain recipes to be done instantly where they would have taken more time in real life, so after she selected the primer in her inventory (sandpaper wasn’t necessary—Weegee had done a great job smoothing the surface), the stall was instantly covered in two layers of the stuff, ready for painting.

Next was the fun part. Adler resisted the urge to just dump the paint over the wood and watch it drip. Instead, she set about painting patiently. Focused as she was, words still penetrated the protective fog, and it seemed in no time at all, she was hearing things. Disturbing things, that were nonetheless amusing. Few people seemed to want to expose their sense of humor these days.

“… I wish I can handle wood as good as you do.” Adler’s hand froze, her brush hovering just above the panel of wood she was painting as she turned to gawk at the watermelon destroyer. What did he just say? “Oh.” He muttered, prompting Adler to reconsider if she had misheard him fantastically.

If she did, Capsule didn’t seem to think so.

“First the puppet, now you. Are you just a Courtesan masquerading as a puppeteer, or is that one of your "aides" in costume?” This was getting exciting. Adler would have interrupted, but she hadn’t ever seen this side of the redhead before. Granted she’d only known her for less than a day, but still. Adler turned her head to look at Vayne, though her gaze slipped towards Weegee and the moving mannequin.

The unpainted wooden mannequin.

“What’s this then…” She murmured, ideas pushing out her thrill at painting Weegee’s stall for him.

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[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

When Capsule decided to stay for the carving, Weegee smiled broadly and began his work. He wasn't an excessive talker in most cases, but when he was working, he would only ever mutter to himself as he critiqued his own work. Though this didn't make him dead to the world, sadly, as he overheard the conversation. The most shocking piece was when Vayne commented on his 'handling of wood'. Looking up from his work, a feat he rarely ever performed unless he was in danger, he simply stared at the man as he seemed to realize just what he said. Next came Capsule's questions, which made him look back towards her.

'Oh my, what a, lively group you've stumbled upon here.' The soft voice chided him as it rose up into his mind, seeing through his eyes as she always did. 'Two females and a male with a puppet, and talk of such dirty, naughty things?' Weegee quickly turned his face back to his work as he carved the last fine details into the wood, namely the way that Capsule's hair seemed to rest around her face. 'Please, Caitlyn, just stop while you're ahead. I know where your ideas are going, and I don't like them. Some of these people I barely know enough for them to be asked half the questions any of you would ask. So please, back into your room and call it a day.'

The soft voice seemed to pout as Weegee inspected and dusted off the piece of wood. 'Aww, but Lui... Can't I just stay? I'll be quiet, I just want to see what happens.' An audible sigh escaped from Weegee's mouth as he gave in, not noticing that he muttered to himself out loud. "Fine, you can stay and watch." The voice inside his head would cry out joyfully as Weegee's mouth would twitch back and forth between its placid tone and a smile on the left side. Despite what anyone knew, he had a much bigger problem than just a terrifying fear of large crowds, which had kept him looking down at his work the entire time and made him choose a spot far out of the way as well. As he handed the finished carving to Capsule, he hoped and prayed that nothing would set off the snap into another personality.

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[Vayne]

Death is only the beginning.

Capsule, Adler / Not a prostitute / 273 words

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"Did the redhead just basically call me a prostitute?" he thought as his face turned a shade the same color as the insides of the fruit he just bludgeoned. Vayne, who was still steaming under the collar due to embarrassment, coughed to clear his throat and turned to the redheaded woman.

"Uhm, yeah If you do think that I guess that's my fault." Vayne said calmly as he tried to suppress the urge to run away. It was not in his nature to run, he would hang back and watch things from afar, but never run away from things. "Although some might think it would be flattering to hear that he looks good enough to be a courtesan, I have to deny and reiterate that I am NOT a prostitute."

Vayne sighed as he tried to collect himself and calm down. "It was a mistake to say that rather ambiguous line", he said while trying to not look like a total ass. "I should have been more careful in my phrasing."

Then he looked over to the other woman who was previously painting on a canvas. She was currently watching Vayne's puppet. It was idly standing beside him, and it seemed the woman was having an interest in the doll.

"Uhm, yes this is my starter puppet." he calmly told the artist woman. "He doesn't look much, but hes pretty useful in a fight."

He then moved the puppet toward the lady so that she can take a closer look, cause it does seem that she is very interested in the thing. "Do you have something in mind, involving this wooden weapon of mine?" he asked.

CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS

[Capsule]

Remembering that she was supposed to be keeping still so Weegee could carve her features into his hunk of wood, Capsule looked away from the supposed homosexual courtesan to face the fox tail, though her eyes were still set on the other "gentleman". 'I seriously hope he isn't here to solicit sexual favors from festival goers. I don't know if prostitution is illegal here or not, but there are still children running about. They shouldn't be exposed to nightly adult fun time like this.' It probably wasn't too fair to judge, though, given how hard some people (like her) had it at the moment. 'Some people would do anything to live a life they were accustomed to.'

The man, Vayne, was now a shade redder than the watermelon he had smashed not too long ago, but was now speaking up to defend himself. ’Oh boy. Here it comes.’ To her surprise and relief, he spoke not in anger, but in the same apologetic tone he had used a few minutes ago. The corners of Capsule's lips turned up as she fought to stop herself from smiling at the man's proclamation that he was not a prostitute. 'At least prostitutes get paid for it,' she thought but did not say. As amusing as it would have been to some, it probably would have pushed the man into more acts of violence, and she wanted to avoid that as best as she could.

Capsule gave a light nod of acknowledgement, now glad that she hadn't spoken up. Antagonizing him further would just make her look like the bad guy, after all. 'It doesn't mean I have to say I'm sorry, though.' He had brought this all upon himself with his weirdness. Thankfully, before the affair could go further down south, Vayne and Adler seemed to find some mutual interest in each other, centered on the man's puppet.

"Thank you, Weegee," Capsule said as she took the finished facewood and studied it. "Hmm…" It was a bit crude, likely due to the crafter's level, but it resembled her close enough. "Does my hair really curl up like this in the back?" The redhead frowned a little as she reached behind her head to flatten down the strands of hair that were sheared close to the nape of her neck. 'Maybe my mother was right about me looking like an idiot with the back of my hair cut so short.' She hoped it wasn't too noticeable, since she had no idea if hair could grow out in this world. 'I could always adjust my hair so the back doesn't look so short, I guess.'

She lowered the facewood, still frowning a bit, but content with the work all the same. "People might think me vain for it, but I think I'll hang this up in my room." She turned around to hold it up for Adler to see. "Look! Facewood!" Capsule felt like a child trying to show her mother a brand new toy.

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Sousounde

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‘There isn’t much definition anywhere.’ Adler thought while the others had their talk. The wooden blocks were simple cylinders, cones, or cuboids, making it clear that it had been manufactured. ‘But what if,’ her eyes slid to Weegee and back. ‘They were carved more realistically?’ While she was sure she could whittle away at wood, she was only an Artisan; she didn’t know what limitations the game would have placed on her. Would she be unable to carve wood at all, or would it simply be much more difficult for her than it would be for a Woodcrafter?

‘What if it was made from a different material?’ Artisans had an affinity with stone, but she had yet to find stone that would be hard and durable enough to be used in combat repeatedly. That left metal, and she was certain she wouldn’t be able to work with the quantity needed to create a life-sized humanoid. ‘But what if,’ she began again, looking at Capsule this time. ‘A mixture could be made? Over the base?’ Wax museums were relatively popular in their world, producing realistic models for tourists to take pictures of. ‘Where would I even get the wax though?’ Somehow, she didn’t think beeswax would suffice.

Something moved in her periphery, and Adler’s attention focused on Vayne the watermelon smasher. She focused on his head, summoning his status window. ‘A summoner.’ Of course—it was his puppet. She saw his mouth was moving so she directed her hearing to his voice.

“… have something in mind, involving this wooden weapon of mine?” How perverted was this guy? Adler hadn’t been paying him any attention in the slightest, so she didn’t know about his apology. To her, he had just finished accosting Weegee, and it seemed he failed because he turned to the next person he saw, other than Capsule who had accused him of being a scarlet woman. Man.

“Listen you, I don’t know what sort of ideas you have in your head, but if you think I’m going to snog with you or your doll, I’m going to shank you.” She growled. They were the same height, but she was a guardian—and her kunai was perfect in this situation. Neither of them could actually engage in combat though, so it was mostly a threat for him to leave her alone. If he didn’t, she could always report him to the unofficial guild that liked to play police in London. They should have set up telephone booths.

“Look! Facewood!” Capsule called over. Adler grinned, gave her a thumbs up, then glared right back at Vayne. “Are we clear?”

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Notes I had to. I didn't see it at first, then I read it again, so my plans changed. I'm not sorry, Vayne, this was your fault. <3

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[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

Weegee was able to overhear some of the conversation around his booth, now that his attention was no longer drawn towards his work. He was only able to notice Adler saying something about being clear to the man named Vayne. "Yeah, it seems to do that Capsule, of course it looks rather nice at most angles. It really helps accent your face." He picked up his other carving and began resuming his work as he watched the actions before him. He wasn't really wanting to get involved in their dispute, and rather busied himself with some whittling. His mind wandered around the various ideas he had, before he spoke up when he realized the puppet had been mentioned.

"You have a rather, shoddy, piece of wood as a companion Vayne. Mass produced and lacking soul or even a remote hint of pride." He never once took his eyes off his whittling while he spoke. "You need to have someone carve you a new one, something better and more, alive, in and of itself." He laughed to himself slightly as he added another point in. "Besides, maybe you could have it made in your image, might seem rather Vayne, ya know?" He looked up briefly to cast a slight glance at him. He looked him over before returning to his work once more. "Oh, and, honestly, you actually could pass for a Courtesan in the right light. Or would that be the wrong light, I'm not entirely sure at this point."

Word Count: 250| Green= Weegee, Pink= Caitlyn, Blue= Kevin, Red= James, Black= Elder, Orange= NPC's

by requiem of <remoor>

[Vayne]

Death is only the beginning.

tagged / notes / 412 words

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SAIRRI of GS

Vayne was taken aback by the lady's reaction to what he said. As the woman berated him with some heated words, he replayed the conversation in his mind. As he finished the blow by blow replay in his head, just in time as the woman had stopped scolding him like a child, he came to a sudden realization.

"Oh my." he said with a sigh of utter loathing for himself. "My apologies Miss, there seems to be a misunderstanding."

"I had no idea that the words that came out of my mouth could be taken that way." he explained as he put his hands firmly to his sides, trying to calm himself down and not sound like a total douche. "I did notice that you were somewhat preoccupied with the master woodcarver, and seemed to not have heard a word of my apologies moments ago in regards to my seemingly boorish behavior."

"I am not a man of perverse standings, and I have no ill intent in the words that you have mistaken as uncouth and blatantly perverted." he continued as he looked at her straight in the eyes, showing her that he was serious with his words. "I only meant that you seemed interested in my puppet, and you seemed to have ideas about it. I was merely inquiring about this matter, and no other."


"I do have to concur, however, that I could have phrased my words a little better, and I truly apologize for the misunderstanding." he said with a final tone before he called his puppet back to his side. He knows that he was at fault for some of the things that happened, but these people assuming that he was a pervert was starting to hurt his pride a little. He was tired of trying to be so nice if he can't even get a morsel of respect. He was trying his best to not be angry at people he just met, but Vayne, who was being treated a bit like he was the scum of human morality, was almost ready to just give up.

He smiled as the woodcarver said something to him that he could either take as an insult or as a compliment. Vayne decide to keep civil and accept it as a compliment. "Thank you for the pseudo compliment." he said trying to not pop a vein on his brain. "I'm not really certain weather what you said is good or bad too."

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[Capsule]

The outburst from Adler was unexpected, but given the Summoner's previous statements, it was not hard to see that the Guardian would take offense. His question about his "wooden weapon" could be taken for perverted, and may not have meant the puppet itself. '...Weirdo.' If he wasn't talking about his puppet, then his statement sounded dangerously close to rape, which meant Adler was well within her rights to defend herself if he tried something. If he was simply misunderstood, then this guy had some very bad luck with his wording, and probably women as well. She hoped for his sake that it was more clumsy wording on his part. The general populace could be quite unforgiving of sex offenders.

She nodded at Adler when the woman turned to address her, then lowered her Facewood to watch the scene unfold. Things could escalate quickly and turn for the worst if this continued. It was probably a good thing they were in an area where combat was prohibited. "Hm? Oh, I suppose so," she said to Weegee. The weight of his words sunk in a few seconds later, causing the tips of the redhead's ears to burn red. She turned her head away, one hand rubbing the strands of hair at the base of her neck. It wasn't often that she received compliments, especially not ones on her hair. Her father, for example, thought the way that her hair was styled was stupid.

If Weegee noticed, he didn't say anything - to her, anyway. He seemed to be focused on his wood carving still, but was now speaking to the puppet master about his odd little puppet. She couldn't tell if he was teasing the man or merely trying to jumpstart conversation. The Courtesan remark definitely made her lean toward the former. She risked a glance in the Summoner's direction, now curious as to how he was keeping himself composed through all of this. He either had a lot of patience or it was starting to wear thin.

Now feeling the need to say something, Capsule spoke up, blurting out the first thing on her mind. "Well, the best Courtesans are usually very attractive and desirable, no?" As she spoke, Capsule carefully stashed the wooden carving of her face in her magic bag, then saddled over to Adler's side. "Look." She waved a hand in the space in front of her. "This is supposed to be a festival filled with relaxation and enjoyment. It wouldn't be right to ruin the atmosphere for the other Adventurers, or start up a scene in front of Weegee's stall and scaring his potential customers away." She was tempted to just grab Adler and drag her back to their stall. Instead, she pointed a finger in Vayne's direction, ignoring how rude the gesture was. "And you should probably nap and lay off the coffee for a bit, so that you don't go around saying questionable things to complete strangers."

Being the intermediary was not something Capsule enjoyed doing, nor would consider herself to be a decent one. She could only BS so much, and even then she was not known for her "tact". Her interest in conflict was too low to let this continue without doing something, though.

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Flowery words poured out of Vayne by way of apology. No; a more accurate description would be that he spoke like how a legal document would read—precise, but using words that were more commonly seen on paper than heard uttered in daily conversation. Normally she would have been more cynical, but Weegee’s relaxed demeanor in the middle of it all lent weight to Vayne’s words. Surely he would have been more agitated if Adler was in the right.

The two men started talking, and Adler was calmed further by their discussion of Vayne’s puppet. Her earlier interest returned; how feasible would it be to make them look realistic? There were artists in the real world that could make statues look like real people, but those were statues. The movie industry had the art of prosthetics as well, but the materials they used were probably impossible to obtain in this version of London. Perhaps if the players did something with magic? The Alchemist subclass sounded promising in this regard.

She laughed aloud at Weegee’s “compliment” to Vayne, then laughed even harder when Capsule joined in. As far as she was concerned the uneasy atmosphere had been dispelled, but the unpredictable Capsule had been riled enough to act. Adler felt just a little apologetic for prolonging the conflict. “I’m sorry Capsule.” She said soberly, though she was still smiling. “I’m sorry as well Vayne.” It was easier to apologize to him directly after the air had been cleared somewhat. “Weegee’s right though. A custom puppet… hmm. I haven’t come across a monster with your shade of blond, but we should be able to find something to simulate hair.” How would they mimic skin, though? Just using animal hide isn’t enough, it’d dry out. And if they did find a way, it would most certainly be disconcerting to have a mannequin with real skin. Adler shuddered. Making something incredibly life-like sounded like a job for a higher levelled Artisan. Something that looked alive seemed doable at the moment though.

“Weegee, I think I know what I want now.” She said, turning to the woodcarver. “Think facewood, but with hollow eyes and no hair, like a mask. I’d like to be able to use it as a base for crafting my own masks or jewelry.” On second thought. “Or if you can, could you make a bust? Still with no hair.” That would work wonderfully as a display piece for her work.

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[Weegee]

I GET ALONG WITH THE VOICES INSIDE OF MY HEAD

Weegee blinked as Vayne mentioned he didn't know if he should take that as a compliment or not, but he simply just laughed aloud. "Oh, did I use that blasted tone of mine again? I didn't mean anything by it Vayne, just a mild joke. This is honestly the largest group of people I've talked to at one time in all my life." He wiped the dust from his hand while Capsule and Adler spoke their peace, before adding in another portion of his two cents. "I'm sorry as well if my words sounded harsh and defiling. But Capsule is right, we should be enjoying the day, not accusing a man we just met of selling his and his puppet's bodies."

He returned to finishing a few small details when Adler decided on what piece of work she wanted. Tilting his head, he took a moment to think before nodding. "I could probably do one for you. A mask is easy, I have one made for myself, but I'll do the bust. Forgive me if it ends up, somewhat crude. Though, I have to ask. Is it to be made in your image, as a male with a featureless face or something else?" He would wait for her answer as he got a large log out to be used. He would start working on it as soon as she made her choice, but would stop just before the first cut and look at her with his typical placid look. "Oh, and from how low on the upper body do you want? Shoulders, or further down?" It might seem a rather odd question, but he needed to know before he started working, that way he could either begin now, or go and get the piece of wood to make it from.

Word Count: 300| Green= Weegee, Pink= Caitlyn, Blue= Kevin, Red= James, Black= Elder, Orange= NPC's

by requiem of <remoor>