(catch-all)

[janescayre]

WHO: Fukawa & "Friends"
WHERE: Mirth, probably Stygia and Serene too.
WHEN: Nov/December
WHAT: Quest logs, perhaps other random goings on that don't need to clog event logs.
WARNINGS: CW: talk of child murder, perverted/erotica talk, threats of murder/suicide, Danganronpa spoilers. Updated as needed!

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EIVOR - more handholding!!!!

[janescayre]

[As the most reliable and dignified of the quests currently posted, Esmeralda's shop finds itself once again welcoming the spindly figure of Fukawa. In spite of the fright she'd gotten last time she's shown up solo yet again. No one had been free to come hold her hand, and so she must hurl herself at the mercy of whatever stranger comes around. As long as it's not anyone else Syo's tried to stab...

She waits with a hot cup of tea and a pile of gems at the ready, watching the door close. At last the bell rings, a shadow fills the frame. A large one.]

Huh? You again? [It's that amazon woman. The one that could give Oogami a run for her money. Fukawa frowns.] Wh-what is this, the third time you've shown up when I try take a quest? Are f-following me?

[ulfrkysst]

[Eivor never imagined that raiding would not be a reliable source of income, for if she had, she would have perhaps spent more time learning to sew and less time learning how to break people's faces. As it is, with only one of this moon's quests being suited to her skillset, she is having to expand her repertoire.

Not desperate enough to dress up like a fool, she's here to... hold some gemstones...]

I can leave if you wish. [She makes a point of looking around the otherwise empty shop.] I see you have many partners to choose from.

[janescayre]

[She's immediately stricken with a scandalized look.]

I d-didn't mean it like that!

[Though it probably sounded that way. Whatever, she knows what she meant, she's done nothing wrong. Fukawa quails in her seat, shoulders hunching in and gaze averting to the wall.]

Well, I g-guess it is the most sensible quest right now. As if anyone would agree to p-pose nude.

[Just imagine. Actually — well, depending on who volunteered, Fukawa wouldn't be opposed to an art class? But modelling herself, definitely not. Out of the question.]

Whatever. If you w-want to — I'm not g-going anywhere. So.

[The seat's open, should she want to take it.]

[ulfrkysst]

You have only yet to find a patron. Once you have secured one, you will no longer need bother with earning coin inchmeal.

[She slips into the empty seat, loosening her cloak and settling in. She doesn't really know what to expect from warming gems, but it'll probably take awhile. Might as well get comfortable.

Eyebrows raised, she holds her hand out, palm up.]

But for now, we must make do.

[janescayre]

[A patron?

Oh, if only things were still so simple. Fukawa sighs. Where was her literary agent anyway? Certainly the whole company was dead. It's beyond her why she was the only person here who hailed from her world, if this really were the final resting place. She still has reservations about that whole premise.]

Right.

[Fukawa nods and takes Eivor's hand. The crystal between them isn't sharp, though it presses its points as she tightens the grip. The process worked better if you weren't ginger about it.

Though it does only exacerbate the gulf of differences between them. You'd need two or three of her to make up one of Eivor, and her hands are only calloused around the knuckles (thanks to Syo), while Eivor sports a working woman's palms. She's fallen out of the deepest past, further back than most people here. The way her hair is chopped and braided, the dark smudges of paint across her eyes — all of it impress on Fukawa the limited and lowly life of a modern citizen. How unimpressive they must all look to her.]

Wh-what about you? This isn't your usual line of work. [Obviously.] I g-guess this whole place must seem pretty ridiculous.