Hello dearest Charlie. I'd love to know just who is in charge of that little orchard in our lovely Town. Seems it's been a touch neglected, and I have aspiring ideas to renew it. I'd just need permission, of course.
It's unclaimed as of now! If you want to work on it, that would be wonderful! Just please be sure to share your harvest amongst the people of Town and it's all yours!
Following a very illuminating Town Hall meeting, Gethen has elected to pay a visit to Charlie's office directly - after giving him some time to unwind, that is. He'd made sure to announce as much at the tail end of that gathering so that his arrival wouldn't be completely unanticipated, but he had neglected to offer a specific time. The Wayfinder doesn't exactly have the patience to make appointments.
He doesn't ring the bell right away; provided the front of the office is unmanned, he would take a moment to quietly poke around first, skim a book or two if there are any to be examined that he thinks may offer some historical insights, get a feel for the layout of the room. Gethen may not wholly distrust Charlie at the moment, but he is still a stranger in a strange land, at the mercy of someone he barely knows beyond a name. A bit of early recon is a force of habit in circumstances like these after so many ambushes and less savory encounters.
After a few short moments, though, he does indeed give the bell a single tap, perhaps a little harder than it's built for.
The bell rings, and a loud thump can be heard followed by some soft and tame expletives before Charlie emerges with an armful of scrolls that he no doubt just haphazardly picked up from the floor.
"Oh! Gethen!" He smiles warmly, shuffling to set the scrolls aside and exit from behind the little desk area.
"Please, come in, take a seat and make yourself comfortable." He's already moving to put a kettle on the stove. It must be funny to see a being that claims to be a god do everything manually, but Charlie takes comfort in the familiar routine of doing things as he feels he was meant to lest he lose touch with the common man.
"Tell me- what kind of tea can I make for you? No doubt you have business, but business is best over tea."
That's...quite the entrance. It's enough for the Wayfinder to lift a hand half-heartedly, as if he might somehow help from several feet away with Charlie's unruly haul. Gethen is not, however, possessed of any telekinetic or otherwise far-reaching abilities that would be of any such use, so he lowers that hand soon enough and somewhat awkwardly clears his throat with a shallow bow.
He's not really sure why he went for a bow, a gesture commonly used in both the High Legions and Cantha, but there it is.
"Uh...green. Any green tea's fine, if you've got it, but you...thanks." Gethen does as he's told and eases into the nearest available seat, keeping his eyes fixed on his host in some baffled mix of wonder and concern. The remarkably mundane approach to this welcome isn't exactly surprising after the apprehensions he's observed during their few past encounters, but it's a bit more potent in this moment of relative privacy. A little nostalgic, even.
That wistful twinge delays the inevitable question just barely, but it comes all the same. Gethen expects deflection, but if his suspicions hold, he also knows the importance of the ritual. "Do you, uh...need any help with that? ...Those?"
Some time after the Fae Festival is said and done, with the off-worlders arriving back into Town, a slight and cool breeze accompanies a certain wolf man's entrance into Charlie's office. Not that any of the mild dramatics are necessarily on purpose, it just comes with the territory.
A single finger tipped with a claw looking sharper and deadlier than anything that should belong to a mostly canine form, delicately taps the bell.
[ There's a moment's pause, the sound of movement coming from the back room before Charlie emerges. He pauses, throwing on his usual friendly smile. ]
Ahh! I was wondering when I might get to chat with you.
Please, come in, have a seat. Tell me what I can do for you.
[ Charlie knows, after all, what he is. It's not hard to tell, even with powers diminished. Deities, demi-gods and avatars have a certain... scent. If it could even be called that. He moves toward the small kitchenette in the corner. ]
My apologies for becoming so... caught up. I've had my fun for now.
[Taking at least a month out of his indefinite 'vacation' was perhaps too indulgent for just settling into the land. But it is what it is.]
A coffee would be acceptable. [Then Death sits and he's straight to the point.] Really, I believe I should be asking you that... What can I do for you that is or... could be uniquely within my capabilities?
Being as observant as he is, it was only a matter of time before Elidibus makes his way to Charlie's office. Each and every time he has met their local deity the man has appeared practically dead on his feet. It's a bone-deep sort of exhaustion that Elidibus has seen more than once, has experienced it himself - and has also experienced the false smiles that Charlie gives. An attempt to dissuade others that aught is wrong.
But Elidibus knows. Themis knows.
How could he do anything but offer his aid? Though he knows naught of the extensiveness of Charlie's workings, he will attempt to help regardless. So he finds himself walking inside quietly, looking around at the interior before making his way to where the bell sits.
[ On no special day in particular, three bouquets will be delivered to Charlie's office with a note: ]
[ If there is a hint of geraniums in Dimitri's bundle, too, well maybe some of Slayd's just got mixed up in there. Maybe! It's totally not a not-so-subtle message that she remembers her silliness decree or anything! Why would he think that! ]
[ A few days later, Rosie gets a return package wrapped in paper and twine. Tucked into the twine appears to be a single brown feather, and a note. ]
Rosie,
Thank you ever so much for the lovely gifts. I am writing on behalf of all of us, but we have each included a gift in return for your kindness. Dimitri has given one of his feathers as you can see.
- Charlie
[ Inside the package, there is a green and rose blend tea from Charlie, and apple crumble from Slayd (made by Ma' of course!) ]
A couple days after Charlie's history message.. but before Snow. Walk in!
It's about midmorning that the considerably smaller of the two Sephiroths turns up at Charlie's office, wrapped thoroughly in what looks awfully like a small blanket with a hole cut in it for his head. It's warm, that's all that matters.
The bell is stared at.
Considered.
Ring it, is the helpful suggestion from Earenk, and he reaches out and gives it a tap. Anyone in?
Charlie emerges right on schedule at the sound of the bell. When he sees the young man, he smiles, albeit appearing a bit tired.
"Hello there, Sephiroth. Please, sit and make yourself at home. What can I do for you today?" He moves toward the little kitchenette stove. "Would you like some tea? Or perhaps hot cocoa? It's getting so chilly out there."
He's already going through the motions of lighting the stove and adjusting the kettle.
Gaia shows up on occasion. You know, comfort cookies. But she always seems like a type to handle a lot of stuff on her own and not bothering the local god with every little thing. Even if Charlie keeps office hours.
But she's here today.
Bundled against the cold, transformations coming along but being managed, Gaia taps the bell.
Her expression looks troubled, pensive. She's worried about something.
Charlie emerges just a moment later, a stack of books in hand that he sets on the front desk.
"Hello, Gaia!" He seems tired, but he smiles regardless to her. "What brings you by today? Do you have need of anything? Perhaps something I can help with."
For all his apparent exhaustion, he seems quite eager to serve. Once he takes in her expression however... his smile cools.
Oh! I actually do know this one! It's a word sometimes used in Vorrun literature, usually referring to a specific character type.
"Tsundere" refers to a character that starts off or outwardly presents as tough, harsh or cold, and slowly begins to reveal a soft, tender, deeply caring side.
[Well. Something of a walk-in. Charlie might not be aware of when Ignis first drops by that morning to inquire about when he'd have a bit of time in the noon or shortly after it - this may be a Dimitri encounter and quite brief besides.]
[However, Ignis does follow through with this inquiry, and that is why he will show up at the proper time and with a small tied bag tucked into his hands.]
Good afternoon, Charlie. I hope I'm not interrupting.
[Like he didn't take steps to make sure he wasn't.]
[Still, with the rare (disastrous) occasions Charlie has had to interact with Ignis, it's probably clear enough to see that he's quite different. Not a surprise, considering the weird time-space fuckery he likely felt, but still probably something to note. Much less strict and serious, in fact a little more relaxed and... capable of smiling in a much more casual fashion! Wow not being 18 is great]
[ Ignis is not who he was expecting to see, and while he wasn't exactly his biggest fan, the man is still his charge. ]
Oh! Ignis!
I- [ Well after a fashion he is, yes. Charlie is in the middle of... pickling? Something? Something pungent. It appears to be some kind of tuber, many already arrested in a cloudy purple liquid in jars. Charlie, his sleeves stained purple in spite his best efforts, looks like a kid caught with the cookie jar. The... tuber....jar. ]
No I'm not busy at all! What can I do for you?
[ He gestures with a wet, stinky, purple hand to the only clean surface currently; the coffee table. ]
This is a genuine honor, and I'm glad to be here but I, um, there's no... really good way to put this, sorry. The surface and I don't... get along very well.
[Which is putting it mildly.]
And I'm not really sure how much help I'll be able to be, since I don't know how long I'll be able to... stay here? Assuming things still work like they do back home.
The surface... apologies, but could you elaborate? Perhaps it is something I can remedy?
I would not count on things working how they do back in your world, especially if it is regarding any kind of magicks. I have been trying to study the magical and energetic properties of all our new residents to see if there is any kind of correlation.
However if there is an immediate need for your own comfort or survival, please speak plainly and I will do whatever I can to ensure your needs are met.
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You don't have to tell Genesis to share apples twice.
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Walk-in!
He doesn't ring the bell right away; provided the front of the office is unmanned, he would take a moment to quietly poke around first, skim a book or two if there are any to be examined that he thinks may offer some historical insights, get a feel for the layout of the room. Gethen may not wholly distrust Charlie at the moment, but he is still a stranger in a strange land, at the mercy of someone he barely knows beyond a name. A bit of early recon is a force of habit in circumstances like these after so many ambushes and less savory encounters.
After a few short moments, though, he does indeed give the bell a single tap, perhaps a little harder than it's built for.
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"Oh! Gethen!" He smiles warmly, shuffling to set the scrolls aside and exit from behind the little desk area.
"Please, come in, take a seat and make yourself comfortable." He's already moving to put a kettle on the stove. It must be funny to see a being that claims to be a god do everything manually, but Charlie takes comfort in the familiar routine of doing things as he feels he was meant to lest he lose touch with the common man.
"Tell me- what kind of tea can I make for you? No doubt you have business, but business is best over tea."
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He's not really sure why he went for a bow, a gesture commonly used in both the High Legions and Cantha, but there it is.
"Uh...green. Any green tea's fine, if you've got it, but you...thanks." Gethen does as he's told and eases into the nearest available seat, keeping his eyes fixed on his host in some baffled mix of wonder and concern. The remarkably mundane approach to this welcome isn't exactly surprising after the apprehensions he's observed during their few past encounters, but it's a bit more potent in this moment of relative privacy. A little nostalgic, even.
That wistful twinge delays the inevitable question just barely, but it comes all the same. Gethen expects deflection, but if his suspicions hold, he also knows the importance of the ritual. "Do you, uh...need any help with that? ...Those?"
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cw: mild self harm????
WALK-IN
A single finger tipped with a claw looking sharper and deadlier than anything that should belong to a mostly canine form, delicately taps the bell.
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Ahh! I was wondering when I might get to chat with you.
Please, come in, have a seat. Tell me what I can do for you.
[ Charlie knows, after all, what he is. It's not hard to tell, even with powers diminished. Deities, demi-gods and avatars have a certain... scent. If it could even be called that. He moves toward the small kitchenette in the corner. ]
Would you care for some tea or coffee?
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[Taking at least a month out of his indefinite 'vacation' was perhaps too indulgent for just settling into the land. But it is what it is.]
A coffee would be acceptable. [Then Death sits and he's straight to the point.] Really, I believe I should be asking you that... What can I do for you that is or... could be uniquely within my capabilities?
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Walk-In
But Elidibus knows. Themis knows.
How could he do anything but offer his aid? Though he knows naught of the extensiveness of Charlie's workings, he will attempt to help regardless. So he finds himself walking inside quietly, looking around at the interior before making his way to where the bell sits.
And presses it a single time.
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"Oh! Hello!" The papers and tea are placed on the counter as be straightens out his robes.
"What can I do for you, Elidibus?"
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Wrap?
Wrap!
Textyish, a bit after the storytime.
"Our kind"?
You are a dragon?
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delivery!
[ If there is a hint of geraniums in Dimitri's bundle, too, well maybe some of Slayd's just got mixed up in there. Maybe! It's totally not a not-so-subtle message that she remembers her silliness decree or anything! Why would he think that! ]
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Rosie,
Thank you ever so much for the lovely gifts. I am writing on behalf of all of us, but we have each included a gift in return for your kindness. Dimitri has given one of his feathers as you can see.
- Charlie
[ Inside the package, there is a green and rose blend tea from Charlie, and apple crumble from Slayd (made by Ma' of course!) ]
A couple days after Charlie's history message.. but before Snow. Walk in!
The bell is stared at.
Considered.
Ring it, is the helpful suggestion from Earenk, and he reaches out and gives it a tap. Anyone in?
[Will match action spam or prose.]
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"Hello there, Sephiroth. Please, sit and make yourself at home. What can I do for you today?" He moves toward the little kitchenette stove. "Would you like some tea? Or perhaps hot cocoa? It's getting so chilly out there."
He's already going through the motions of lighting the stove and adjusting the kettle.
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Walk In
But she's here today.
Bundled against the cold, transformations coming along but being managed, Gaia taps the bell.
Her expression looks troubled, pensive. She's worried about something.
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"Hello, Gaia!" He seems tired, but he smiles regardless to her. "What brings you by today? Do you have need of anything? Perhaps something I can help with."
For all his apparent exhaustion, he seems quite eager to serve. Once he takes in her expression however... his smile cools.
"Is there something wrong?"
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"Tsundere" refers to a character that starts off or outwardly presents as tough, harsh or cold, and slowly begins to reveal a soft, tender, deeply caring side.
Why do you ask?
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walk-in
[However, Ignis does follow through with this inquiry, and that is why he will show up at the proper time and with a small tied bag tucked into his hands.]
Good afternoon, Charlie. I hope I'm not interrupting.
[Like he didn't take steps to make sure he wasn't.]
[Still, with the rare (disastrous) occasions Charlie has had to interact with Ignis, it's probably clear enough to see that he's quite different. Not a surprise, considering the weird time-space fuckery he likely felt, but still probably something to note. Much less strict and serious, in fact a little more relaxed and... capable of smiling in a much more casual fashion! Wow not being 18 is great]
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Oh! Ignis!
I- [ Well after a fashion he is, yes. Charlie is in the middle of... pickling? Something? Something pungent. It appears to be some kind of tuber, many already arrested in a cloudy purple liquid in jars. Charlie, his sleeves stained purple in spite his best efforts, looks like a kid caught with the cookie jar. The... tuber....jar. ]
No I'm not busy at all! What can I do for you?
[ He gestures with a wet, stinky, purple hand to the only clean surface currently; the coffee table. ]
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wrap?
Wrap!
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[Which is putting it mildly.]
And I'm not really sure how much help I'll be able to be, since I don't know how long I'll be able to... stay here? Assuming things still work like they do back home.
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The surface... apologies, but could you elaborate? Perhaps it is something I can remedy?
I would not count on things working how they do back in your world, especially if it is regarding any kind of magicks. I have been trying to study the magical and energetic properties of all our new residents to see if there is any kind of correlation.
However if there is an immediate need for your own comfort or survival, please speak plainly and I will do whatever I can to ensure your needs are met.