I stayed in the barracks a couple nights and it was lame. Soooo, I went back to ask about houses- guess they're choppin' a bunch of rich people's heads, soon? [SO TACTFUL-]
But whatever, about that. The point is! They gave me the keys to a whole mansion! Just because I'm a Mirrorbound. Wanna live in this place with me? I haven't gone to see it yet, but it's supposed to be nice.
The ones that turn into animals like bears and foxes.
[He shakes his head at the question. Juza might not be particularly expressive on or off the stage right now, but there's a faint note of disconcertment in his expression.]
Not really.
[Except urban legends are real and time loops are also real. But Juza's not part of winter, so he'll never know about any of that.]
[ He frowns, finding it hard to imagine himself turning into anything like that. Maybe? He would be able to turn into a sparrow? Since that's what his wings mimic, but. No. He is fine the way he is. ]
[It’s a weird quest, to be fair, and it’s also not a quest than anyone asked him to go on. But sometimes you just get the spirit. Maybe it’s in part because food is so important to him, personally. In part because Juza’s reluctance to discuss his favorite food struck him as so depressing. And in part because . . . it’s something that’s nice to do, isn’t it? When someone is far away from home, missing the people they care about, the little things matter.]
[At least until they get ruined. It remains to be seen whether this will end up being a decent or terrible idea. To his credit, he actually has been working pretty hard on finding ingredients that roughly fit the bill. The fruit was easy enough, of course, as was the jelly. Black sugar syrup was a no go, but molasses exists, for better or worse. He found a dessert chef willing to make green tea ice cream. After a great deal of experimentation, black bean paste happened and was edible. The mochi . . .]
[He couldn’t find a substitute for mochi. After a great deal of consideration, he acquired both cream puffs and small meringues to set to the side, in case one was acceptable in its stead.]
[And that’s how Juza got ding-dong-ditched some bootleg anmitsu in a carefully packaged and neatly wrapped box with ice packs inside. There is a note — Did my best. —Giorno — but he doesn’t stick around because, well. It’s Juza. He’s weird about this, apparently.]
[Soren had just packed up and taken off for a while there, leaving and not saying anything until he was well out of town with the Wilders. It felt better than way, to get distance from his father and the city itself. The Wilde might be dangerous, but that felt more like home and he was actually really good at his healing magic. It made him especially welcome out on the missions, not only a warrior, but also support? They just can't say no to that!
Still, he can and only wants to stay out so long. Exhausted, Soren is returning to town and thinking of little beyond get home, get into bed when he sees the Cirque set up. Hears the party going on, too.
Why not? He can get an eleventh or twelfth wind!
Not that he actually does. Despite all the ruckus all around him, Soren sits down to watch the festivities and immediately knocks out while still sitting up. Most mistake him for a slumped drunk who partied too hard and leave him be, at least...]
[Juza's interested in most performance art anyway, so it's not so surprising that he can be found watching this happen. There's a piece of mochi in his paws as he does a double take, noticing his bonded apparently passed out.
Did he just get back from a mission? Makes sense that he'd get caught up in the party atmosphere and pass out right here. It's been a while since he's seen him, but that's what happens when Soren goes out on missions.
It doesn't take long before Juza makes his way over to him and tries to gently shake him awake.]
[The shake is really all it takes. Soren's head lulls just a bit too far forward with it and he kicks awake. Jolting up straight, Soren snorts as he's awake, if disoriented by the place and sound all around him.]
What-!? Wh... Huh? [he's at a party? Right, he didn't go right home- he rubs his eyes before looking to Juza]
H, hey, man, what gives? [yeah, that's the greeting he's going with]
[He's still got a hand on Soren's shoulder, even with the way he jumped awake.]
You fell asleep in public. You good with that? Or do you wanna get back?
[Juza thinks Soren should probably go home and not fall asleep in the middle of a festival, because really who knows who might try to pickpocket him out here.]
Uhg... you ever stay up so late you're not even tired anymore? [but like, he is, he's just been going so long it felt like he should keep going. His stomach grumbles in irritation and while it's probably not audible over the sound of the party around, Soren also grumbles aloud with it]
I need something to eat, first. Surprised I could knock out this hungry.
[After early morning recruitment of banging (likely cheap, decoy) pans together outside Juza's room, Soren and his bonded are out doing shopping. Now that Soren was steady in his work with the Wilders, he wanted the house kept at full stock. No expense spared! Good food, snacks, drinks, everything! That's how the palace of Katolis was, so that's how his kingdom should be]
Check this out, Juza, [as they're walking between shops, Soren produces an impressive pearl from his satchel of cunes]got this from a quest last month. Was a total pain in the butt to get a hold of, decided I'd just keep it. You know, instead of turning it in. Pretty sweet, right?
Oh, nothing special! Just boated out into some remote lake, fought with a ghost, got this as loot. The usual. [difficult to tell if he's be facetious or not, but the answer is yes. He's being very flippant on the point of how, in his mind, not important!]
Skip over that part. What do you think I should do with it? Selling it didn't seem worth the trouble. Probably like wicked magic, huh?
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Juza! You there?
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'm here.
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You?
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But whatever, about that. The point is! They gave me the keys to a whole mansion! Just because I'm a Mirrorbound. Wanna live in this place with me? I haven't gone to see it yet, but it's supposed to be nice.
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YOU HAD A BATTERY PROMPT I WANT THAT INSTEAD
[ He takes the battery and starts siphoning the energy from it, then replaces it with his own before giving it back. ]
What kind of monster if you don't my asking?
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[Which he isn't really looking forward to, but it's not like he can do anything about it either.]
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[ He read up a bit on the monsters, but he doesn't know too much still. ]
I'm guessing your world doesn't have much of a "supernatural" aspect to it...
[ Just based on Juza's expression? But... Now that Sandalphon looks at it more, he can't read it at all. ]
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[He shakes his head at the question. Juza might not be particularly expressive on or off the stage right now, but there's a faint note of disconcertment in his expression.]
Not really.
[Except urban legends are real and time loops are also real. But Juza's not part of winter, so he'll never know about any of that.]
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... Then this must be all a surprise to you.
[ In a way, Sandalphon is lucky. ]
For the most part, natives seem... Friendly?
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Also, I won't be available during the full moon.
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[It’s a weird quest, to be fair, and it’s also not a quest than anyone asked him to go on. But sometimes you just get the spirit. Maybe it’s in part because food is so important to him, personally. In part because Juza’s reluctance to discuss his favorite food struck him as so depressing. And in part because . . . it’s something that’s nice to do, isn’t it? When someone is far away from home, missing the people they care about, the little things matter.]
[At least until they get ruined. It remains to be seen whether this will end up being a decent or terrible idea. To his credit, he actually has been working pretty hard on finding ingredients that roughly fit the bill. The fruit was easy enough, of course, as was the jelly. Black sugar syrup was a no go, but molasses exists, for better or worse. He found a dessert chef willing to make green tea ice cream. After a great deal of experimentation, black bean paste happened and was edible. The mochi . . .]
[He couldn’t find a substitute for mochi. After a great deal of consideration, he acquired both cream puffs and small meringues to set to the side, in case one was acceptable in its stead.]
[And that’s how Juza got ding-dong-ditched some bootleg anmitsu in a carefully packaged and neatly wrapped box with ice packs inside. There is a note — Did my best. —Giorno — but he doesn’t stick around because, well. It’s Juza. He’s weird about this, apparently.]
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Still, he can and only wants to stay out so long. Exhausted, Soren is returning to town and thinking of little beyond get home, get into bed when he sees the Cirque set up. Hears the party going on, too.
Why not? He can get an eleventh or twelfth wind!
Not that he actually does. Despite all the ruckus all around him, Soren sits down to watch the festivities and immediately knocks out while still sitting up. Most mistake him for a slumped drunk who partied too hard and leave him be, at least...]
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Did he just get back from a mission? Makes sense that he'd get caught up in the party atmosphere and pass out right here. It's been a while since he's seen him, but that's what happens when Soren goes out on missions.
It doesn't take long before Juza makes his way over to him and tries to gently shake him awake.]
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What-!? Wh... Huh? [he's at a party? Right, he didn't go right home- he rubs his eyes before looking to Juza]
H, hey, man, what gives? [yeah, that's the greeting he's going with]
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You fell asleep in public. You good with that? Or do you wanna get back?
[Juza thinks Soren should probably go home and not fall asleep in the middle of a festival, because really who knows who might try to pickpocket him out here.]
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I need something to eat, first. Surprised I could knock out this hungry.
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Early Sept
Check this out, Juza, [as they're walking between shops, Soren produces an impressive pearl from his satchel of cunes]got this from a quest last month. Was a total pain in the butt to get a hold of, decided I'd just keep it. You know, instead of turning it in. Pretty sweet, right?
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But he likes Soren enough he'll roll out of bed for him.]
A pearl? That's the kinda thing they put in jewelry. How'd you get it from a quest?
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Skip over that part. What do you think I should do with it? Selling it didn't seem worth the trouble. Probably like wicked magic, huh?
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[Juza's learned absolutely nothing about spells or how magic works around this place.]
Think it does something?
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