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[CLOSED] Sizeable Stomach Slams Seventy Sausage Servings
Who: Nora & Sundry
When: Before & after Black's Clues
Where: Caissa & the Lasker Flyer
What: Catch-all for various shenanigans. A stray doge drags hapless passersby on a whirlwind sausage tour of Caissa. Meanwhile, a stray dinosaur and a bearded rabbit walk into a bar(k-inducing ferris wheel).
Rating: Language because Nora is Nora.
[Prompts will be in the comments as per usual. Scatters bacon across the log.... I guess food is going to be a theme in these placeholders. IT IS EARLY MORNING AND I HUNGER.]
When: Before & after Black's Clues
Where: Caissa & the Lasker Flyer
What: Catch-all for various shenanigans. A stray doge drags hapless passersby on a whirlwind sausage tour of Caissa. Meanwhile, a stray dinosaur and a bearded rabbit walk into a bar(k-inducing ferris wheel).
Rating: Language because Nora is Nora.
[Prompts will be in the comments as per usual. Scatters bacon across the log.... I guess food is going to be a theme in these placeholders. IT IS EARLY MORNING AND I HUNGER.]
Ed & Hakuno: I Already Made A Related Witty Log Title What More Do You Want From Me
[Maybe you were taking a walk, looking for lunch (or whatever meal this is, we're assuming it's daytime because why not), lost your Carrier, lost your wallet, lost yourself; whatever the case, you happen to be passing by a tiny, nameless restaurant in the middle of Caissa -- probably somewhere in Kabe Market, knowing that place -- where someone very loud and pushy is blocking the doorway.
From the doorway, also: various splendid aromas including a variety of spices, fresh bread and savory vegetables, eleven different kinds of seafood or something, tomato sauce, you name it, and also peppery sausage smell. The peppery sausage smell is the most important, because plot.
Also because Nora has his shoulder half-shoved in the doorway, trying and utterly failing to loom over what looks like the beefy and amazingly mustachioed owner of the establishment. He's giving it a good shot anyway. He's also waving around a slip of paper.]
All kinds of disasters! Deaths! Disease! More cows! [he's gesticulating pretty hard; try not to get too close or you are going to get smacked in the nose] You telling me that's not worth a sausage or four or five??
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Uh--N-Nora? Maybe you could, like, j-just ask even more nicely? [He bows to the owner of the establishment, sheepishly scratching his cheek. What sort of weirdness has he gotten roped into this time?]
I mean... It's just bratwurst, and it's n-not like you sell out every day, right? So there's got to be something that'd go to waste anyways...and it's for researching an important lead. So. M-maybe we could work something out, right?
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Um, Mister?
[Suddenly, Hakuno is right up in there, gently nudging Nora aside and looking up at the vendor with big, dark doe eyes.]
Even if it's for Caissa's sake... is it really no good, after all? We can't?
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[Honestly, telling him to ask nicely by the common definition of the word is probably a little like asking a bird with human arms to fly. It can do an awkward and bumbling approximation of a glide, occasionally, if it bends over backwards and grows a tail or something -- but it's never going to be the real thing.
So Nora probably would've picked a fight over actually getting help and ruined all of Ed's well-meaning hard work if: A. He wasn't distracted by the sausage smell, and so only gets halfway to being riled up about things, and B. Hakuno hadn't chosen that moment to pop up somewhere around his elbow like a strangely sparkly daisy.]
... Who the hell're you?? [but she's helping, why is everyone suddenly so helpful, it's actually weirding him out a little; he turns back to the owner, though:] You've got enough sausage for all of us, don't you? You waste any more time and there's gonna be MORE of us.
[... leave it to Nora to turn everything into a threat, really. The owner's chefly hat is a little askew from being ganged up on by three Heroes all at once, but he stands his ground, demanding to see proof that they're Heroes at all. Now what?]
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It's okay, Nora. [Patting him on the shoulder, with a smile.] Businesses don't exist to just give everyone free food. That's what the cafeteria is for.
But proving we're heroes? That should be easy. Um... [Ed takes a few steps back, pointing his staff upwards.]
One of us just has to demonstrate what their weapon can do, right? Er--in a non damaging, completely neutral manner that isn't a threat to anyone o-of course. [Which. means.]
Can someone else do it? I... mine is.. I don't know how to turn it down...
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Hakuno.
[She frowns more firmly, raising a knuckle to her lips in thought.]
Well, I have a bow, but the only thing that sets it apart from a normal one is that you can use mana on it and infuse its arrows with a flesh-rotting poison, apparently.
[She hasn't actually tried it out yet.]
Not exactly the best fit for a friendly demonstration... Are the uniforms not proof enough?
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[... He's also already lost patience with Ed's fumbling, fidgeting manner of speech, unfortunately, having been raised around people who mostly either said what they meant or punched it into you. Well, and he didn't have much patience in the first place.
Hakuno gets a whole separate dose of side-eye -- actually, both Nora and the shop owner take a deliberate step away from her, as though expecting her to just whip it out like Ed.]
... And I don't care what your name is, keep it away from the food! [for once, somehow, the shop owner is nodding in agreement with the guy who was menacing him; Nora yanks irritably at the distinct, heavy collar wound around his neck before making another angry noise] And it's not like this thing's any use with any of you here, what ABOUT the uniforms?!
[--Apparently, though, the uniforms are a no-go: the owner does step back a little, to reveal what looks like a whole wall of framed pictures featuring people in Hero uniforms...... it looks like Heroic cosplay has swept the nation in more ways than one. Oh, dear.]
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[He nods to Hakuno with an apologetic and strained grin, and then laughs awkwardly. There's still one thing.] Ah. W-well. We could do magic. I'm not very good at it since I've only been here for part of a day, but... I-I could try. I should be able to call something, I'm a mage b-back home..?
I-I-I mean, it's just an incantation and willing something really hard... and that I can do. But I just got here, s-so..! Weeh..!! [It's just kind of a noise that he makes when he's surprised or his feathers are otherwise ruffled.] I-I'll try..?!
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I literally just said I wouldn't use it here. And sorry, it was my mistake; I didn't realize 'Who the hell're you?' had some colloquial meaning here other than 'What's your name?'
[She lets her hand fall, and turns to watch Ed curiously. She could count as a mage or wizard, technically, but without Code Casts, Formal Wear, or the first idea about how to use magic here, she's more or less out of luck.]
Well, it can't hurt to try, can it?
sorry for the wait!
[Obviously!!! He's. Not the best at communication, to put it extremely diplomatically.
... Meanwhile, Ed's hemming and hawing gets him an elbow in the ribs, which isn't at all Nora passing the painful buck because he feels like making sure someone else shares his smarting ribs or anything. It's just:]
Whatever, by the time THIS guy proves he's a mage, us and the sausages'll be rotting and done for! Is that supposed to be an incantation or what?! Besides, if it's magic you're after, just leave it to me!
[Whereupon he promptly yanks the collar off his own neck with a quick, slightly clumsy but deliberate movement that ensures it never actually is entirely off him; throws out the arm that the collar is now on with enough flourish to put the nearest street performer to shame; and with a yell (I declare Anemos Magia, Heavy Thunder Flash!)--
Well, first of all, there's now a small crater in the wall, a few smoking, sparking bricks... and the shop owner's proud mustache is standing on end like a hairy, two-pronged fork. Whoops.]
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[He can deal with being elbowed in the ribs, though he rubs his side with a grunt and a frown. Destroying someone else's store, though, isn't cool!]
You can't just leave craters in people's walls! We're asking for a favor, not sh-shaking someone down! [He bows to the shop owner quickly and repeatedly.]
I-I-I'm very sorry about that. Please let me try fixing your wall with an application of earth-healing admixture magic to just regrow the brick and mortar that's been destroyed--I-I promise it should work, and I'll be careful--really..!
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[She's a bit annoyed by how blatantly confrontational this guy is, honestly. she has literally done nothing but answer his questions, and have her answers thrown back in her face because he is apparently completely incapable of actually conveying what he wants.
Without being a destructive menace, apparently. Hakuno covers her eyes briefly.]
...what part of that seemed like a good idea? Hm?
Sion: Wild & Wheelin', Free-Dealin'
Being trapped in a mascot costume most of the time helps muffle the noise, too, even if it doesn't actually help with anything else whatsoever except perhaps tripping over one's own feet or running headfirst into low-hanging signs and feetfirst into low-ranging miniature humans. Out of all the ideas Nora's ever had, this may be one of the worst ever, and that's saying something when he's eaten bug spit and also casually tried to blow himself to kingdom come not so very long ago.
It really wasn't that long ago, was it?
For the moment: there is a certain hush around the Lasker Flyer, which attracts the younger crowd a bit less due to its removed location and slow, creaking bulk, and there is a rumpled and grumpy mostly-dinosaur seated in one of the open cars currently waiting on the ground. He's taken off the mascot head, of course -- the better to glare anyone who tries to share his car right back where they came from.
But it's also possible to catch him mid-yawn, because the weather is terrible for mascoting and the sun is way too high in the sky.]
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And then, of course, it's just him, a bagful of cotton candy, and... ]
Hello, Nora.
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[Hey, as long as the cotton candy isn't plucked from the cotton-tail or something, it's probably edible and acceptable; not that you would be able to tell from the look on Nora's face once he registers just who has managed to hijack his car in his singular moment of sleepiness. He's also doing his best to talk around the cotton candy, but it's a completely lost cause.
So he just glares daggers -- after first attempting abruptly to sit up and banging both his knee and his head against the safety bar and the side of the car, respectively -- and after a moment of furious struggle:]
Why are YOU here, what do you want!! And stay over there!
[FLUMP, he's stuck the dinosaur mascot head between them, like that's going to help or something.]
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After the head of the dinosaur mascot has been stuck between them, and Sion has given the ride's attendant a wave, the great wheel of the Flyer turns, leaving the King to finally address the line of questioning which rang as an exclamation to the ears. ]
Why is it, I wonder, that I make you so uncomfortable?
[ Now then, where is that bag of cotton candy? Ah, there it is! Plucking another pink-and-blue tuft of the spun sugar from the bag, he offers it (peaceably!) to his captive companion. ]
My reason for being here is no different from your own, I imagine.
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Sion's Highly Unruffled Routine (TM) is as familiar as it is unwelcome; he really is terrible with anyone who goes at their own pace. All the same, Nora snags the cotton candy with a quick swipe after inspecting it with a look that says he expects it to catch on fire at some point.]
You're the one who was talking about eating me! [he thinks this is a very reasonable thing to point out because he is a very reasonable individual! also,] And if you wanted someplace to throw away your costume, you could've gotten your OWN car.