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mercenary jobs #4 — open to all

Who: Anyone interested in taking some mercenary jobs via Aranea Highwind's offerings. This log is focused on Wyver and can be found on job boards across the city as well as personal handwaved texts.
What: Mercenary posting!
When: N/A
Where: N/A
Warning(s): Happy Holidays, y'all!

Thank you for stopping by to check out this month's job postings for Highwind Hires — a freelance mercenary group!

Aranea Highwind will ICly be contacting characters and offering them jobs based off the assumption she will receive 30% of the cut.

JOB #1 — MERCY KILL?

You actually were hired for a bountiful delivery quest: move a cart of medicine from one outpost to the other. However, there seems to be something that catches your eye on your trek closer to Wyver — a rather large, sickly dragon laying on the side of the road. There seems to be a plethora of arrows in its wings and legs, preventing it from flying. The poor thing looks like it has been dragging itself for miles without help.

It's small enough to move with two people, but you'll need to choose whether you abandon the medicine crates in the back of your cart or put the poor thing out of its misery.

OUTCOMES:
- ABANDON THE MEDICINE, SAVE THE DRAGON — You have to pay 300 Silver for the lost medicine, which will eventually be looted from. However, there will be someone from the DIPA — Dragon Insurance Protection Agency that will be called to examine the beast and care for it. The dragon has a long road to recovery, but it will survive.
- MERCY KILL THE DRAGON — You will leave a body, deliver the medicine for 300 Silver.

JOB #2 — SECRET SHOPPER

The elderly grandmother of one of the richest families in Olympia is looking for a special gift for her husband for their anniversary. She enlists a team of shoppers to wander the streets on a holiday known as Black Day — the premiere shopping day of the year. Shops are lined up, deals are sent out in parchments — it's up to you to find some of the items on her list.

The struggle is simple: finding the items and getting out of the stores unscathed.

OUTCOMES:
- MIRROR OF OLD will earn you 500 Silver if acquired. This item is one of a kind. It is said the mirror allows you to have fresh, crisp memories revived in its reflective glass.
- RECORDER OF TRUTH is a small flute with an obnoxious noise. However, playing it allows anyone who hears to feel truthful for a short amount of time. This will earn 200 Silver.
- AXE OF THE BLOODIED is an heirloom that has been in and out of shops for decades. It seems there is a fearful curse placed upon whomever purchases it, one that causes the owner to go mad. This makes it highly coveted among nobles who want to add it to their collection. 500 Silver is earned with purchase.

JOB #3 — REDBONE

A butcher shop in Olympia is seeking hunters and mercenary to hunt down Turo in preperation for the unified gala between Olympia and Wyver. You are to provide your own means of transportation and return within two dead Turo. You will be paid 230 Silver for each and get a portion of the meats. Due to the contract the butcher has put out, the usual place for hunting in Murkwell is a little sparse, so you must venture deeper. Rumor has it, the Turo are fond of Radiating Blossom...

OUTCOMES:
- For one, you will not only be given half the sum, but you will receive no extra food.
- If you successfully hunt both, you will find your pockets lined per the offering above. In addition to the meat, the butcher will offer his best recollection of valuable hunting spots in the area.

JOB #4 — TEST SUBJECTS

The shaman in Wyver are looking to pay heavily for a new strand of "Clarity Potion" (truth serum). Aranea puts the quest up on a local job board in hopes to get two subjects at a time to test out the serum under a closed experiment. Whomever volunteers with this will spend the evening under close watch at a small 1 bedroom section of the temple and subject to the truth for the first 6 hours. Around 3 in the morning (if still awake), characters will feel anger, lashing out and needing to be heavily talked down.

OUTCOME:
- Characters will be awarded 540 Silver each for their cooperation.

Have fun! If you have any questions, feel free to PM me! These are all loosely based on your choices, so feel free to go wild with them. The outcomes only are indication of what the jobs would offer. If you're interested in having your character offer a job in the future, please let me know!

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[It was one thing to walk past a person holding out their hand for cash and ignore them. It was a little harder to ignore the kids that had dirt rubbed in their faces, so much a part of them Jessica thought that all the scrubbing in the world wouldn't show what color their skin originally was. One of the few places she had a soft, melty spot for was some poor stupid animal that didn't know any better. She'd been caught by Trish on more than one occasion sneaking the last of her pizza to some mutt in the alley or 'dropping' a carton of milk by a hungry cat.

Whatever. That didn't detract from the fact she was an asshole.

And yet that melty spot spread over to her conscience when the cart she'd been moving with a partner had been pushed up over a rugged, dirty hill track to show something big and wounded on the side of the road. As the cart came closer to it, even her untrained to woodland eyes could tell it had been hauling itself through the brush, unable to fly. Judging by the bristling of arrows jutting up from its wing, it wasn't hard to tell why. She stopped the cart, not really caring if her partner protested or not.

She went a little closer, but not too close. Because yes, that was a fucking dragon. For real.]

... Shit.

[Riku isn't going to protest about stopping the wagon – he's been just about to do so himself when sensing the injured dragon; he isn't about to just walk by as it's suffering. Unlike Jessica, he has no reservations about getting closer, he's dealt with dragons before and this one doesn't look nearly well enough to do either of them any kind of harm.

He brushes his hands carefully along the wings, feeling the dragon shudder under his touch when he gets to close to one of the arrows stuck there. Yea… this is definitely too much damage for a simple cure spell to heal. There is nothing he can do for the dragon with his own power and nothing he has on him that can help the poor thing… but well, he can ask his companion at least.]

Have you got any potions on you?

[He suspects not, but it doesn't hurt to ask at least.]

[The guy had balls. She'd give him that. Still, the dragon not making a meal out of him had her coming a little closer, and when he asked her about potions, she gave him a somewhat wry look.]

Potions of what? No-dead dragons?

[Sorry, Rikku. Jessica was from a place that didn't deal with potions or magic or... stuff like that.]

Don't dragons heal or something? Some magical lizard hoo-doo?

[Well, Riku's already been half-naked dragon bait once in his time in Wyver. He isn't going to scare easily, especially when he's fully clothed.]

Well, healing potions. You know, the kind the moogles make out of shards and gems.

[…Though, apparently she doesn't know. Honestly, what kind of world doesn't have potions? He shrugs at her question – it's not like he knows that much about dragons himself.]

I think, if it knew some kind of Regen or Cure spells, it would have long used it.

[So no magical lizard hoo-doo.]

... What the fuck is a moogle?

[Now she was more distracted by her companion than the quietly groaning dragon.]

What the fuck is a regen spell? Or a cure... look, never mind. Let's just say 'no' to all of the above. What you see is what you get, buddy.

[Well, not entirely true, but she wasn't going to tell him that just yet.]

[Riku turns to stare at her – what kind of back-water world hasn't heard of moogles? But never mind, he's got to figure out what to do for this dragon right now, so...]

I'll explain later.

[And maybe even throw in a demonstration of– well maybe not what Cure is supposed to look like, but at least the next best thing he's capable of. But before he can do that, he's going to have to remove those arrows.

He turns back to the dragon.]

Sorry, this is definitely going to hurt.

[Then he pulls out the first arrow, grimacing at just how deep it is embedded into the dragon's flank. Whoever shot it down, definitely had one hell of a bow (though definitely no aim, considering that they missed all the vital points).]

[Jessica moved forward, grabbing at the tail starting to last towards Riku. Not intentionally, but pain was pain and she had no idea what kind of mythical this dragon was, how sentient it was or wasn't. She pinned the tail down, nodding at the other to finish what he was doing.]

Continue.

[See? She could be helpful.]

Thanks!

[Riku sounds a little distracted, but none the less grateful as he starts to systematically remove the rest of the arrows.

He ducks when the dragon groans, then twitches with its wings; apparently it isn't that keen on the help, only thinking about how much is hurting now, rather than that it might hurt less once those arrows are gone. Meanwhile, Riku mutters.]

Never thought I'd ever wish I knew status spells.

[Being capable of sending the beast to sleep sure would be helpful in this situation. Maybe he should ask… someone to show him more magic at some point.]

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Less wishing, more fixing. Last thing I want is to have to punch out a wounded dragon because it feels like eating us will make it feel better.

[Welcome to Jessica Jones, Riku. Expect no sympathy.]

[Hey, he doesn't expect sympathy here… but he definitely makes note to do something about his lack of magic knowledge. If Sora can do these things, then it shouldn't be too hard to learn, really.]

Right.

[He sends her kind of a dubious look though… she sure doesn't look like the type that can actually punch out a dragon, wounded or otherwise.

A few minutes later, he pulls out the final arrow though.]

I think that was the last of them.

[Hey. Don't look at her with that judging look, Riku. She knew that look. She'd lived with that look. She would happily drag his ass to the arena to prove that she could kick some ass. Rude.

The last arrow being pulled out had the dragon making a sort of moaning grumble sound, body shuddering before it seemed to slump in place.]

Shit. Did you kill it? Is it dead?

[Well, maybe when they are back in the city they can do just that. Riku sure would take her up on the challenge.

Riku carefully presses his ear against the dragon's chest, listening closely.]

No, it still got a heartbeat.

[Though, all things considered it's probably not going to take long until the dragon does die… so Riku pulls back and takes a deep breath. He can do this... okay maybe he can't heal the dragon properly, but he can at least help a little; he's gotten good enough so that the spell won't blow up in their faces.

…He thinks.

He curls his fingers a little, concentrating as he whispers:]

Heal.

[And sure enough, a green magic swirls up and down like fresh leaves in the wind around himself and the dragon, the puncture wounds not closing entirely… but at least the dragon's breath grows stronger again.]

That should help it for the moment at least.

... You're a weirdo.

[Yeah, she'd seen the green light and watched a few of the holes start to sort of close, then she moved back from where she'd been near his tail.]

Okay, fine. So now it's not dying. Or dead. That's good. But... am I the only one that feels bad leaving it here? There's other things out here and it's basically a lizard dinner for anything that comes across it.

[Riku just snorts in amusement at her statement, in his experience there is much more weird out there than his little magic tricks, but hey. She's going to experience some of it herself probably.

He takes a step back from the dragon, frowning faintly.]

You are right… we can't leave it here. Maybe there's some kind of shelter nearby that we can drag it to.

[He figures with maybe a little help from the dragon itself they can get it off the street and into safety, and then alert someone who actually has the capabilities to help the dragon once they are back in the city.]

What about our payload? We can't just leave it here. Kind of the whole point of them hiring people to get it from A to B.

[This was the part that was going to suck. She called him weird, but she was just as unusual in her own way, even in her own world.]

Look, how about you stay here with the cart and I'll... I don't know. Find some place to put it.

Taryon is in need of a little extra money — getting his hands on ingredients and equipment to bake Winter's Crest gifts for everyone has proven more difficult than he expected in this new land where he has no money and no reputation. Some vendors have accepted one of his letters of credit, essentially and IOU, but that does mean he'll have to come up with the money eventually, or else he suspects the mean miller might have his legs.

To that end, he is very interested in the quest board by the tavern. If he could, he'd accept all the quests at once! But he isn't the only person interested in hunting beasts for meat or playing secret shopper and in the end he ends up accepting a slightly less popular quest: letting somebody experiment on him.

The truth-telling aspect doesn't bother him, however, and neither does imbibing potentially magical potions made by shamans. Pike works at the temple, and be trusts Pike. So he goes along with it all willingly enough. In fact, to the other test subject he probably seems downright cheerful. "Taryon Darrington," he introduces himself.

He brought a small overnight bag, and unpacks a plain brush, with which he starts to brush his flowing golden locks, counting every one. Doing all one hundred should pass the time under observation quite nicely, and give his hair beautiful luster to boot.

[ Trinket shopping's never been her cup of tea, especially when it's trinket shopping for someone she doesn't even know. But money's money and the Orbiters only know how lacking she is in that department, and this seems to come with the least stipulations out of all the other jobs out there.

It helps that she knows something with a vested interest in trinkets of all sorts. Presumably this whole thing will go faster with him around.

As it turns out, the ordeal does not go any faster and only serve to plant a small (but growing) headache in the back of her skull. Of the three things they've been tasked to find, they've instead found what appears to be a glass eyeball with some strange ability to see one's future soulmate. Or so the seller proclaims loudly. ]

Yeah, no thanks. [ Pointing to Keaton. ] He's gotta take a bath first before he can find himself a girlfriend.

[ Is he even interested in a girlfriend? Who knows. ]

[ the comment alone gets his tail to curl, as he quietly points the eyeball around in different directions to test it. of course, nothing actually happens with it in his hand, though he's quite curious what it'd do if he threw it halfway across Wyver.

this would probably get them in trouble. ]

Huh? No, no baths. Sorry. Not interested.

[ he's... not the most apt when it comes to timing. or giving things the proper attention. ]

I don't think this thing works. [ he gives it a vigorous shake, while at the same time using his own eyes to stare down some of the more odd looking things in this particular shop. ]

What are we looking for again? Some mirror, an axe, and a... uh... flute? It's a flute, right?

[ Please pay attention, Keaton. Or rather, please pay the right sort of attention.

She unfolds the crinkled piece of paper in her hand, the one with their specified objects listed. The writing's smeared and the paper's grubby, and it takes her two tries to rattle the list off proper. ]

The Mirror of Old, the Recorder of Truth, and.... [ squints ] the Axe of the Broody.

[ Wait. ]

Axe of the Bloodied. [ Two vastly different things, though she supposes a broody man could also be a very bloody man. Gotta work out that emo somehow. ]

You see any of those things here?

[ sorry, but there's a really neat tarnished piece of metal over in the corner that currently needs his attention! but it swiftly returns to Yoruichi once she mentions the trio of objects their current objective required for them to find. or, at least one of them. ]

See? Nah. Can't smell them, either. [ he taps his nose with a gloved finger and grins. ] No blood in here. Or, at least, fresh blood.

[ easier to catch that more than anything else. though, speaking of which--- ]

Hey. Maybe I do.

[ it's... well, hard to miss. but it looks like something interesting. ]

Think this does anything?

[ without a second thought, he immediately pulls the instrument to his lips and blows into it as hard as he can. whether it's actually the Recorder of Truth or not? who knows! ]

Don't touch that!

[ The merchant shrieks, one hand lashing out in protest&mash;but it's too late, Keaton's already got the thing up to his lips and sure is trumpeting to high heaven as loud as he can.

It's....well, it's not really a pretty sound the recorder makes, kind of like a nauseous goat trying bleating out, though whether that's due to the material at hand or Keaton's poor recorder playing skills, she's really not sure. Either way, she winces at the noise, but waits to see if it has any sort of effect on any of them.

As the noise finally dies down: ]

Anyone feeling particularly truthful yet?

[ he's... a little lightheaded from expending his entire lung capacity into one shrill, loud noise. not to mention that his ears are ringing, so he can't actually hear her after he plays. ]

Huh? A mouthful of what?

[ he's practically shouting across the store, and continues to do so as he makes his way back to Yoruichi while still holding onto the translucent instrument, its purple sparkliness making him look like a... fool. probably. ]

Should I play it again? Did it work?

[ he places the mouthpiece in between his lips, preparing to blow again. ]

Stop!

[ Comes the simultaneous yell from both Yoruichi and the shopkeep, both also stretching out one hand in a halting motion. Points of synchronization. The shopkeep, somewhat reassured that Yoruichi has control of her wayward companion, retreats into one corner, though not without nervously muttering about the nerve of certain customers under her breath.

Whether or not Yoruichi actually has control of the situation is TBD. ]

Let's take this a step at a time. Before you blow on that thing again, how about you answer a question? Try and lie, and if you can't, then we'll know it's the real thing.

[ As for the question......man, she doesn't actually know that much about this kid. For all she knows, he could have been lying about everything from the getgo. Oh well, they've got nothing else to go on. ]

What's my name?

[ both ears droop. what, they didn't like his playing from before? another round of horrible screeching noises wasn't appealing? he's kind of hurt, pulling the recorder away from his face and returning to Yoruichi's side before he could make another noise otherwise. ]

What's your name? [ he can't think of a lie! he can't make up a name on the spot, his tail is already matching the same tilt that his ears have. he'll have to tell the truth, because for all he knows, he's supposed to be doing it anyway? ]

It's Yoruichi. [ slow and deliberate, he looks around nervously. what if he got it wrong? he's pretty sure that's her name, but everything else about her reminds her of a cat. a cat that he doesn't know.

but hey. maybe he should be asking the questions, too. after all: he's the one who blew on it first. ]

Hey. Do you like wolves?

[ Gods, at least try a little, Keaton!!

Not that she's helping much, her initial reaction being to answer the question with a flat out rejection. (Hey, it's true.) But if the point is to see if that thing in his hands is the real Recorder of Truth or whatever mumbo jumbo, then she's gonna have to put at least a little effort into this.

So! She purses her lips, thinks a little, then says in a sugary sweet voice. ]

Actually, yeah, I love wolves. Wolves are some of my best friends!

[ Hey, she can still lie, good to know. Proves that thing isn't the real deal after all.

Things she did not pause to consider: the fact that Keaton might take her answer 100% seriously. ]

[ it's... a miracle?! for the longest time, he was pretty sure she felt a little strongly in the other direction? and the fact she has wolf friends?! why didn't she say anything before? ]

Really?! [ once again, the concept of personal space alludes him, just like the concept of regularly bathing. he gets up close, almost leaning into her, as his eyes gradually widen. ]

What's the one thing you like the most about wolves?

[ because clearly, whatever wolves like will apply to Wolfskin, and his tail immediately picks up speed--- already threatening to knock some things over behind him. ]

[ As soon as his tail makes the slightest movement, she realizes she's fucked up. Abort mission, abort mission.

Her expression changes from smug to absolutely mortified and her entire frame leans away from his sudden approach. Unfortunately (for her), there's a counter right behind, restricting her movement and leading to the introduction of unwashed dog smell firmly into her nostrils.

Disgusting. ]

No, I was joking! [ How thick is that skull of his, seriously. ] I don't have any wolf friends and I on't like anything about wolves, except how fast they run away from me!

[ if Yoruichi listens really hard, she might hear the faint sound of glass shattering. yes, it's his heart. she has totally broken his heart, and his tail stops as quickly as it was starting. with a nervous chuckle, he moves one hand to scratch the back of his head and tries not to reveal that it was his FEELINGS THAT JUST GOT HURT. ]

... why would they run from you?

[ and then he looks around, trying to keep his eyes off of her, wondering if there's anything else that might need his attention--- like that mirror with the tarnished handle and the oddly reflective surface. not that he doesn't know what a mirror looks like, but this one seems... different.

so he goes over to it while still listening (if there even is one) to an answer and picks it up, waving it about somewhat haphazardly. ]

[ Ugh, don't make her grow a heart or anything, Keaton. She sees that sudden cessation of tail-wagging there as he backs away. Just how seriously had he been taken her flippant behavior from earlier? Ugh. Kids these days. Too genuine for their own good.

She stifles the urge to sigh loudly, turning back instead to inspect the rows of knick-knacks out on display. ]

Because they're scared, obviously.

[ In case it hasn't been clearly obvious all this time. A dull knife's picked up and barely inspected before it's put down again. Not even close to an axe. ]

But you haven't yet, so I guess that makes you better than most.

[ That's about as close as she's going to get to Nice Words™ today, time to move on. ]

What'cha got there?

Does it? [ his smile is a little weak. the compliment, unlike most things, is not lost on him. ] It's probably because you've never seen a Wolfskin, and if you did, you'd notice how different I am anyway.

[ like, the fact he's talkative. friendly. not jumping into unnecessary fights. all the things a ~~NPC~~ well-traveled shapeshifter wouldn't be. ]

A mirror. It looks like something my buddy Kaden would like. He's really into looking nice all the time, so maybe he'd like it.

[ and he holds it out, so she could see her reflection. ]

It's nice, isn't it?

[ It's....not bad, as far as antique housewares go. The handle has a nice sheen to it, despite it's age, and the reflection inside is nice and clear. Only problem is—

—the longer she stares into the thing, the weirder her face looks. Is that facial hair sprouting from her upper lip? She pokes a finger at her face. Nope, nothin'. ]

If your buddy Kaden likes growing beards, then yeah, it's probably the thing for him.

[ Some guys are into that, right? ]

Hm? [ that's odd. he's never really thought about Kaden being the beard-growing type? after all, both of them sport some additional furry appendages, ears and tails, not to mention their transformed states, but... ]

Wait. Really?

[ because now he's curious and he tries his best to take a peek into the mirror to see... ]

Oh. That's pretty incredible.

[ he also pokes at her upper lip, though with a very careful and delicate touch. last thing he wants is to get snapped at so soon--- which he probably will, but hey. he's curious! ]

... this isn't the mirror we're looking for, right?

[ Good question. She squints at it again, eyeballing her (now magnificent and luxurious) beard in the mirror. ]

We're looking for the Mirror of Old, and old people usually have beards, right?

[ So what if it doesn't quite match the description given, surely someone will have old memories sparked back to life if they stare into the mirror long enough. There's only so much shopping a person can take, after all. ]

Even if it isn't, we could probably still get some money off this thing. There has to be a market for men who wish they could grow beards somewhere.

That...

[ his tail immediately perks up again, both ears twitching as he snickers. ]

... makes complete sense! But wait, does that mean when you grow old, you'll have a beard too?

[ he's also pretty happy to have kept his finger. ]

You think? Does a beard really make that much of a difference?

[ What. How does that question even make any sense? Her blank stare lasts only a fraction of a second before she's retorting back. ]

Of course not! Women don't grow beards.

[ Unless. Her gaze slides back over, suspicious. ]

Do the women in your pack normally grow beards?

[ Weirder things have happened, she supposes. Still, as weird things go, that's pretty weird. ]

Nope. Their ears are a little fluffier, and they keep their tails tidier. But no beards! It'd be kind of funny if they did, though.

[ with a bark of a laugh, he takes one last peek at the mirror before pulling back and taking another look around the shop. ]

They don't let me come near, even as the leader. I think they worry about something, but they never say what.

Oh?

[ That's strange. Don't males and females of all species intermingle, necessary rituals for procreation and all that. She follows him around the shop idly, stopping to prod at another recorder, this time made of old cracked ivory.

Certainly fits the bill of a mystical artifact. ]

If you're their leader, shouldn't they respect you enough to let you approach? Or have you not earned their trust yet?

I think it's because they... well, some of my pack even think I'm weird. But they don't doubt my strength or my courage! That's the most important thing, I guess.

[ frowning lightly, he really can't remember the last time he was on his mountain. it'd been a while because of the whole Saving The World campaign, and he had no doubts in his mind that they were about to actually make do on their promise, but...

... but those thoughts instantly disappear! it looks like she... found a bone? it looks like a bone. his tail perks up, but nothing else.

yet. ]

But, uh... I think they would have been nicer. Eventually. Takes time, right? To get respect?

[ he edges closer. ]

[ It's definitely not a bone, sorry Keaton. He can look at it if he wants though, there's enough space next to her for him to squeeze in. She's too busy trying not to smirk at the whole weird thing. ]

The whole bone-collecting thing might have something to do with it.

[ No normal person collects bones, in her experience. No normal person collects an excess of anything, really.
She picks up the old recorder, hands it over to him for inspection. ]

Takes time to do anything though. How long have you been their leader?

[ He looks so fresh-faced and youthful... ]

You think? [ he's honestly surprised. what if one of the things he truly loves in his somewhat annoying, vanilla life is actually something that drives away his own people! would he really sacrifice it all just to be a little more accepted as the only leader of his people?!

nope. ]

A while. No one's really stronger than I am, so I'm the leader until someone thinks they can directly challenge me.

[ which makes him grin toothily as he takes the recorder and rubs a finger along it. ]

... or maybe it's my natural charm. Think it's that?

[ and then his smile widens as his tail wags again, fast and furious, knocking over something that hits the ground with a loud THUD and seems to roll away. ]

Is that so?

[ That earns a(nother) look from her, a quick one as she sizes him up. He doesn't look all too strong (though in fairness, neither does she) and it doesn't seem like it'd be all too difficult to best him in any sort of battle, outside of maybe a packrat hoarding competition. ]

So if I challenged you and won, would that make me leader of your pack?

[ Not that she wants any additional responsibility (or any responsibility, really) but the thought tickles her all the same.

Of course, it flies right out of her head as soon as the dull THUNK of metal hitting floor rings through the store and she scowls, momentarily irritated. The shopkeeper looks over, disgruntled yet again. ]

Watch where you're waving that thing.

[ That thing = his tail. She scurries behind it, picks it up. Another recorder, this one with weird words scrawled up the side. Maybe this is their sought-after item. ]

Wanna give this one a try?

[ he'd be pretty bad at that competition, too. imagine a cave floor just littered in bones, scraps of clothes, rusted weapons and armor... he wouldn't know the first thing to organization! the army life didn't teach him much other than Strategists should deal with all things that required an ounce of thinking, because even the best of wolves can be easily bogged down by details. ]

Uh... no. No, you can't do that. That's not fair. [ Keaton responds a little too quickly, cheeks instantly turning red. ] But you can try your best. Maybe one day, you can like... fight for leadership of whatever pack you run with.

[ which silently, he thinks she could do with both eyes closed... ]

Yeah, sure. Hold your ears closed just in case, okay?

[ because she's pretty close and there's no way Keaton's going to hold back? turning to take it from her, he doesn't hesitate to blast the entire store with a loud shrill 'reeeeee'. even his tail bristles as he plays the recorder! ]

... how'd that sound to you?

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