King's Mulligan [Interactive Project]

[ThreadLurkingComorant]

You manage through a good stack but nothing seems to come up besides vague accounts. A few catch your eye.

“First Tuesday, Second Winter Moon. Neighbor’s been going off about the stranger he’s met in the woods. Beautiful eyes, smile with a few too many sharp teeth for my liking. Seems to keep going out there to visit him. His drinking partner from work seems to suspect there’s something quite off. Doesn’t come from town, never seems to want to make extended eye contact. Doesn’t seem to live anywhere.

We’re all sure it’s something unusual but as long as he returns home we can’t really assume the worst openly. Seeing theories. Creatures from the stars, a fiendish shapeshifter, the manipulations of fae and salamander. Personal theory is a ghost, that seems correct.”

Another one seems to crop up. The stylings of the material and aesthetics indicate that this book came from very far away.

“Bunch of people moved into town recently. Seem to be looking for work to help build up their home out in the forest. The local couriers and stoics have gotten along well with them, though despite claiming to be in the same business don’t recognize the emblem amongst them.

The cat is quite nice, odd looking for a Karacel. Rabbit seems to be from overseas but claims otherwise when asked. There’s a construct, one of unusual build that doesn’t seem to want much to do with anyone but gets along with the local metalworkers. They seem intrigued with some of the goods he carries.

There’s also the odd couple. Odd looking ruffneck, not the healthiest looking around. Could practically fade into existence if you give them a mean enough look…. Least you’d think so at first glance, but the moment you talk to them life seems to spark as if nothing were wrong in the first place. Their partner towers over, pretty sure he’s a remnant of sorts but he seems too soft spoken to be a real threat.

We’re admittedly used to this sort of thing around here though. Stranges seem to wander in, some claim to be from another world. One of those birds is keeping a Salamander at their home who showed up 6 months ago. We’ll see how that goes.”

There seems to be threads, recurring creature that is more than myth with how widespread discussion seems to be. You’re surprised you’ve never heard of such, though there’s hardly woods in this part of the world. The most vegetation you get grows off in the sea and drifts close enough for fisherman to harvest..

You look over at Courier who seems intensively focused at the moment. Maybe xey know?

Tiles: You know anything about Salamanders by chance? Nothing I find seems to indicate what they are or conclusively match the descriptions I could muster from my experiences besides the mention of woods.

Courier: Nothing really of note admittedly, seen fairy tales with them but don’t know how much you could trust them.

Courier: Elusive I figure.

Courier: Anything interesting there at least?

Tiles: None..

Tiles: I know we have to hurry but I don’t want to leave here empty handed..

Styx’s proxy gives you a pat on the shoulder. The two of you stare at the pile of books she had left on the table behind her.

Courier: Fast reader… any of it useful?

She gave you both a shrug.

Courier: Ah…

Courier: Well you’re doing plenty of good…

Courier: Kind of surprised you wouldn’t know. You spend so much time in here…

There was a sheepish gesture.

Courier: Ah, skim over a lot of it.

Courier: Understandable, not much of a reader myself honest.

Tiles: Ironic with a name like that.

Courier: Truth be, never stuck with a name.

Courier: Have a strange relationship with this whole… everything that comes with being shoved into a body like this but… I think the highs are more than the lows.

Courier: Guess I’m not along in that among this group though. Styx, Creme to a degree.

Courier: I wonder how she’s settling in too, it’s a drastic change.

Tiles: Her form was a mannequin before, it has to be a little less jarring.

Courier: More than likely, hope she’s able to find comfort around here.

Courier: Guess she’s more like Styx than me but.. Even that much has given us a lot to bond over.

Courier: But I don’t want to detail too much, rather let him do that.

Courier: Really need to find more wardrobe too, I have my uniform and a couple of pieces here and there on time off.

Courier: Guess all of today’s newcomers are in the same position..

Tiles: I’ll rebuild, and I’m certain Creme and Ibarra will work things out there.

Courier: Aye..

Tiles: If you don’t read, what do you do?

Courier: Radio, gotten fond of listening to many of the unlicensed stations. Would love to host my own one of these days. Styx is a bit of a expert on all that so… I’ll have to think on it.

Courier: Cooking. Eating’s been a process too, forget to way too often but..

Courier: I like the creative part, and the flavor of a lot of things I’ve tried so far.

Courier: Maybe in a year I’ll be a radio jockey or a chef by the end of this.

Courier: Would need a new name though, a Chef named Courier isn’t well fit.

Courier: Haven’t found words or feelings for a lot yet but we’ll get there.

Styx’s proxy wraps her arounds around xem, the sword’s tail swishes around.

Tiles: I’m certain we can explore all that together sometime, given that we’ll likely be working more in the future.

Courier: Aye…

Courier: Hope this isn’t weird to say out loud, but big fan of the knight look. You and Creme both have those layered outfits, I know a lot of folks have been looking to get their hands on armor in general but those are quite stunning.

Courier: I asked Gallows if he could ask for me but..

Courier: Would one of you set me up?

Tiles: Looking for a little more protection?

Courier: There’s that, but I’m just a fan of the look more than anything.

Courier: Doesn’t feel fair that it’s so hard to come across nice suits and fancy dresses for most. I’d like to get in on that.

Courier: Think the common people deserve to dress well, as much as some might see it as a luxury.

Tiles: It’s not a luxury to seek little bits of happiness like that.

Courier: Don’t think so?

Courier: I have a few sketches of my own, I imagine you maintain your armor and I know Creme’s designed plenty herself so..

Courier: I’d like to pitch them when there’s time.

Courier: But that’s for another day..

Tiles: Mm..

Courier: Think sweaters for sure are one I’m fond of, here’s a certain… flexibility to them?

Courier: Sometimes you feel like one thing or another. A good sweater lets you switch off energy alone.

The sword hands over a pair of books.

Courier: Charts for routes around the area. Could help you find what you’re looking for. Bit longer if you want salamanders…

Courier: Talking like this is making it go by faster I think, keep me occupied il we got a better source if you could.

The Proxy releases xem as xey get back to work, turning toward you and tilting her head as if also awaiting more conversation. Perhaps even wanting to participate.