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Who: Syrlya and You.
When: The first week of November.
Where: Caissa and job-related parts of Blanc.
What: Syrlya copes with the lingering forest illness and does his part to find a cure for the people still afflicted.
Rating: PG.


[Caissa]

[As it turns out, the corruption isn't actually fatal... which leaves Syrlya at two weeks of illness. He hasn't slept well, felt well, and most food don't even taste good anymore. Except meat.

It isn't as hard for him to ignore the constant craving of flesh, but it is uncomfortable and anything to stave off the desire helps. Which is why at almost all times he can be found chewing on jerky. With a whole bag in hand.

And if he catches another infected hero he offers them a piece of the dried meat as well.] Here. I find it helps.



[Alternatively, he's leaning over the edge of the railing, groaning and holding his neck. Trying not to be sick.]

[Job 1 - The Carbuncle]

[It's a relief to be in a forest that isn't rotting, and feeling the vibrant life of the trees almost makes Syrlya feel better--though he's wary about touching anything even with the enchanted ring. And gloves. Look, he'll just feel guilty if he spreads this disease to anyone.

He's wringing his hands as he walks around the forest for any sign of the Carbuncle...] Of course it won't be easy... I hope this works.

[He cups his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice as he laughs.] Ha... hahahaha!

[It doesn't sound even remotely genuine.]


[Job 2 - The Baby Tree]

A fairy tale... that is something that is not true, correct? A fanciful story?

[He looks aside to the other hero patiently awaiting access to the baby tree, furrowing his brow.] Just from my world and not my people, correct? Ah--would you happen to have a story like that to share?

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[chronosynthesis]

Let's try a funny story. [He's not even sure if his flesh is ticklish the same way as other people's.

He crouches to Wander's level and folds his arms over his legs.] I'm ready.

[nh2h]

Okay, I got one that's a real rib-tickler! Back in the last galaxy I used to travel, me and my best pal, Sylvia, attended a party hosted by the so-called [he snickered] High Gnee Society. These folks knew what they were doing, everything—from their paintings, their symbol, their side dishes, was butt jokes! Their buffet table had rump roast, buttered buns, bottomless blorpberry juice.

And their faces... [he squeaked:] looked like butts! I guess you could say they were real party poopers.

[chronosynthesis]

[He is having a difficult time trying to envision that. He blinks slowly, but Wander seems to be delighted with the story himself, so...] What else happened at this party? Will you tell me about it?

[nh2h]

Of course I will, buddy! I'll tell you everything!

[Wander pushed a small rock over so Syrlya could sit on it. This could take a while. He took a stick and began drawing in the dirt. While he did not take any photographs, he dedicated the event to memory, so he was able to replicate some of the dishes, a few paintings such as a hand pinching a loaf of bread, and the... questionable star symbol that was likely not a star.]

Here's Sylvia, [he made a quick drawing of the zbornak.] She wore a big fluffy dress and powdered wig that day. You see, we thought it'd be a real fancy shindig and word was they had a secret powerful enough to stop Dominator from destroying the whole galaxy, so it was really important to impress them. Syl told me that no matter what, I wasn't supposed to laugh, so that made things really hard, as you can imagine. I lost it at the [he snickered] pu pu platter. Syl had to dangle me off a balcony a few times to let out all the laughs where no one would hear.

[He drew Sylvia and himself surrounded by the strange appearing High Gnee Society.]

Then, we were finally invited to speak to the [he giggled] High Gnees. And you know what happened next? Sylvia couldn't take it anymore and she laughed in front of everyone! In the end, we all had a good laugh, and that was the secret! Even in the darkest times, it's important to keep your spirits high. Shoot, I already knew that, though. Syl said we could've skipped the party and spent the whole time enjoying nature's booty.

[This time, he could not help it. Wander burst out laughing.] Nature's booty!!

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[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya leans over to peer at the drawings, raising a brow. It reminds him a little of a human nobleman's party, and he's sure Marjory or Kasmeer would find this far more amusing.

But he smiles politely all the same--until he chokes on a snort at "nature's booty" and looks up at Wander in surprise.] Well that's--ah?

[chronosynthesis]

[Right behind Wander, in the bushes, is the face of a carbuncle appearing to laugh along with him. Syrlya points at it immediately.] There's one, it came!

[He's already scrambling for the little creature.] Excuse me!

[nh2h]

[Well, it was not a laugh, but a snort was a good start! Story time was over, however, and Wander turned to see the carbuncle.]

I'll go with you, Syr!

[He jumped after him and pursued the adorable creature.]

Come here, little guy, you so cute I just want to kiss you on the cheeks!

[... Cheeks. Wander could not help giggling and it slowed his pace a bit. Wynona sighed and continued to eat. It would not do to run after eating and she was already tired just watching them.]

[chronosynthesis]

[The carbuncle, startled by the sudden movement and sounds, retreats back into the bush.

Syrlya leans right over Wander, arms outstretched as he tries to find it again.] Wait, do not scare it! We need its gem!

[As if Syrlya was any less alarming. He squints his eyes as he looks for any movement among the foliage.]

[nh2h]

[While Syrlya looked from above, Wander crouched low to the ground to see if he could find it under the bush.]

Aw, is the little guy shy? If you come back, we can share a few more laughs, and how about some lunch?

[chronosynthesis]

Shhh. [Syrlya takes a step closer, standing precariously as he tries to see into the bush.

The carbuncle sticks its nose out from the brush and Syrlya dives for it.] There!

[Let it never be said he's particularly good with animals.]

[nh2h]

[While Syrlya dove into the foliage, Wander shook his head and clicked his tongue.]

Now, Syr, I like the spirit, but that's not how we should be making new friends. How's the little fella supposed to feel about you trying to grab his crown jewel? Rude.

[chronosynthesis]

[Syrlya catches himself before he ends up face-forward into the ground as the carbuncle bounces out of the way and into another bush.

He grunts and pushes himself up, separating a leaf from his... leaves.] How would you catch an animal like this? I did not bring a trap.

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[nh2h]

[He gasped dramatically.] Catch? Trap? What happened to just asking nicely?

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[nh2h]

You know, a little friendly banter here, a fine handshake there, and little bit of kindness never hurts, either, and then we ask if he'd be so kind as to gift us with his jewel!

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[nh2h]

They like a good laugh, right? Why not invite him to share in some funny stories with us?

[He helped Syrlya with putting his clothes in order and removing any stray twigs and leaves.]

[chronosynthesis]

[He raises his brows.] I... thought that it was only an animal? A wild animal. That was the impression I had when it was described. Not a person that you could reason with.

[He rubs the back of his neck, looking in the direction the carbuncle ran off.] Was I mistaken?

[nh2h]

Wild animals are smart creatures—they have to be! I'm sure he'll understand even if we might not share the same language, so to speak. Besides, he looks friendly!

[Wander tilted his head until he could see the carbuncle hiding in the bush. It was still there, so that was a good sign, right? He smiled at Syrlya and gave him two thumbs up. Good luck!]

[chronosynthesis]

... So you do not know, either. [This is his mistake, for not preparing himself well enough to capture Carbuncles.

He creeps towards the bush again, stopping immediately when he sees it rustle.

Eventually he's in front of it, staring down.] Um, hello? I apologize for startling you.

[nh2h]

[Whether he knew or not, he did not say. While Syrlya busied himself with the carbuncle, Wander sat beside Wynona. While he watched, he chewed on a stalk of celery.]

Ask him if he wants a bite to eat, we got plenty!

[Wynona began playing with her food by arranging fruits and vegetables on her faces, lettuce for beards, a banana for a unibrow, a tomato for a nose. Wander laughed to the point he had to hold his sides.]