[see, he knows how to get her out of the house. he will be loitering in his yard when she arrives, next to a statue that is, at least, markedly not one of the turned-to-stone statues of their neighbors... because it's fancy marble. it's just a beautifully carved marble statue of rufus barma in all of his glory, and reim is standing there like this thing sitting in his yard is totally normal.
[ only the fact that it’s a statue keeps sierra from truly swooning, because he’s just her type. she realizes why reim has called her out here, though, because there’s little chance any human could haul this, let alone one like reim. ]
[ he’s not wrong. wishing for it has proven to be, strangely, the single most efficient way of getting ahold of things in this town. she’d wasted her wish on a bummer, so she’s grateful that he’d do this for her. ]
I managed to get a portrait from that necromancer’s house, but the more, the merrier. Let me see what I can do.
[necromancer?? which one is that. who are you talking to out there, sierra. reim looks at the statue again and then kind of feebly gestures to it as he takes a step back. this is the part where he's useless.]
I don’t know. She’s very beautiful. It’s tastefully nude.
[ sierra looks at the statue this way and that, running a hand non-sexily down the statue’s arm just to get an idea of how solid it is. it’s a very well-made statue! ]
Ugh. Why did the town have to deposit it here?
[ more than her strength, she can already anticipate that her height is going to be the problem. ]
[OH...... well, let's focus instead on dad statue, because rufus barma is a weird old man and not a dilf, thanks. reim, too, is also starting to see the problem of Height...]
Well, it was my wish... Perhaps I was not specific enough about its, ah- purpose.
[ sierra doesn’t respond to that, largely because she’s trying to figure out how to do this. she’s an ancient and powerful vampire, and this task is honestly beneath her, but she doesn’t want to be bested by it either. maybe if she summons some bats to keep it upright…
she can do this. ]
Ugh.
[ again, with more feeling this time, and then she decides to just bite the bullet and lift it. her rune glows with her exertion, but it doesn’t seem like she’s terribly bothered by the weight—the only sign she’s struggling at all is the expected one, where she digs her heel into the ground and grimaces as she tries to find balance. ]
Er— [and reim is still, like, a toothpick with glasses, but he moves closer again to hoverhand around the statue just in case it suddenly tries to crush her. he's helping!!]
Here, let... let me- [hhhelp?? he commits and puts a hand on the statue for balance, so they look like fools, but surely this... will work.]
[ reim is helping, sort of. since sierra is carrying most of the weight, reim can at least keep it from tipping over as long as sierra doesn’t fall first, but it is still an awkward and stupid position to be in.
she takes a careful step forward, putting her faith in reim not to let this statue kill them both. ]
[he is doing his best!! his best mostly involves the statue-moving equivalent of being the person on the up end of getting a big couch up a flight of stairs, but it's better than absolutely nothing.
luckily he's tall, he can keep up with any weird statue gait. to the baths...]
I will politely decline, thank you. [he would just Prefer Not To, honestly. gross, muscle training.] Also, I suppose it's worth mentioning... this is Duke Barma.
[this is definitely the best time to mention these other details.]
[ a little labored, but genuinely interested, as if she’s trying to pretend that she’s not hauling a statue across town. it’s unbecoming to show her effort. ]
Your boss… from home? The man with the… stuffed bird collection.
[ this sound would be a laugh if she had the steadiness for it, but instead reim gets an amused hum. she’s no stranger to people immune to aging, so she doesn’t even think to question his young and incredibly handsome face. ]
I have… no complaints. I’d hate to receive an ugly statue.
Well, you could have. Master Rufus is not always so put-together, you could say... [sometimes he's a meatball and reim is forced to play along and Dad Pranks are the worst kind.]
[ god, no! her horny dreams are already crumbling. ]
…how ominous. Tell me more.
[ she shifts the statue in her grip, and she wonders how much longer it is to get to ruga… why couldn’t reim have stayed put and made this future trip to the onsen a thousand times easier on her? she deserves a little sip as payment. ]
He has a particular gift for disguise, you could say... and his favorite is, hmm, a fat little balloon with a terrible grin that only knows how to scream.
[ sierra feels extremely lucky that this statue turned out as handsome as it did, knowing what the town could have pulled from reim’s memories. it’s partially good timing that she takes a moment to pause and set the statue down, to catch her breath. ]
And you still serve him so faithfully… I’m impressed.
[could have been a terrible meatball!! you're welcome, sierra.]
Yes, well, he may be eccentric, but he did raise me, more or less. I did tell you I was about six when I began working.
[taking care of weird old men is his life story... even when sierra puts the statue down, he still has his hands on it for an extra few beats; it's a goofy thing, but he'd be upset if a barma-shaped anything shattered on him.]
Mm. I am not sure where he is, actually, but I suppose he could still find a way to be brought to this place. At the cost of the remainder of my free time...
Oh? Would you try to balance us both? I didn’t realize you enjoyed my employment so much.
[ sierra puts her hands on the statue again, bracing herself to lift it. her only solace in this is that no one but reim is seeing her right now, so that means she can still pretend she’s frail and weak when it’s convenient for her. ]
[ into her arms once again the statue goes, and she has a slightly better grip on it this time now that she knows what to expect. it’s still not fun to lift, but she’s doing what she can. ]
Don’t get cheeky.
[ as if this isn’t just how they talk to each other ]
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I’ll be there in a moment.
[ so she goes! with reim much closer than he was before, she doesn’t feel the need to fly. ]
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look, sierra. fancy.]
I've fetched you a statue for the baths.
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[ only the fact that it’s a statue keeps sierra from truly swooning, because he’s just her type. she realizes why reim has called her out here, though, because there’s little chance any human could haul this, let alone one like reim. ]
Where did you get this?
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I wished for it. [...] This was the most efficient solution to your decorating problem!
[it was half a joke and half, say, an actual wish to get her a thing she asked for... he burned his magic wish on this, please give him a day off.]
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Did you?
[ he’s not wrong. wishing for it has proven to be, strangely, the single most efficient way of getting ahold of things in this town. she’d wasted her wish on a bummer, so she’s grateful that he’d do this for her. ]
I managed to get a portrait from that necromancer’s house, but the more, the merrier. Let me see what I can do.
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[necromancer?? which one is that. who are you talking to out there, sierra. reim looks at the statue again and then kind of feebly gestures to it as he takes a step back. this is the part where he's useless.]
Well— it's all yours.
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[ sierra looks at the statue this way and that, running a hand non-sexily down the statue’s arm just to get an idea of how solid it is. it’s a very well-made statue! ]
Ugh. Why did the town have to deposit it here?
[ more than her strength, she can already anticipate that her height is going to be the problem. ]
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[OH...... well, let's focus instead on dad statue, because rufus barma is a weird old man and not a dilf, thanks. reim, too, is also starting to see the problem of Height...]
Well, it was my wish... Perhaps I was not specific enough about its, ah- purpose.
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she can do this. ]
Ugh.
[ again, with more feeling this time, and then she decides to just bite the bullet and lift it. her rune glows with her exertion, but it doesn’t seem like she’s terribly bothered by the weight—the only sign she’s struggling at all is the expected one, where she digs her heel into the ground and grimaces as she tries to find balance. ]
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Here, let... let me- [hhhelp?? he commits and puts a hand on the statue for balance, so they look like fools, but surely this... will work.]
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[ reim is helping, sort of. since sierra is carrying most of the weight, reim can at least keep it from tipping over as long as sierra doesn’t fall first, but it is still an awkward and stupid position to be in.
she takes a careful step forward, putting her faith in reim not to let this statue kill them both. ]
Your next task… is muscle training.
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luckily he's tall, he can keep up with any weird statue gait. to the baths...]
I will politely decline, thank you. [he would just Prefer Not To, honestly. gross, muscle training.] Also, I suppose it's worth mentioning... this is Duke Barma.
[this is definitely the best time to mention these other details.]
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[ a little labored, but genuinely interested, as if she’s trying to pretend that she’s not hauling a statue across town. it’s unbecoming to show her effort. ]
Your boss… from home? The man with the… stuffed bird collection.
[ incredibly, she’d been paying attention. ]
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[he definitely looks, like, younger than reim, but like sierra he is a dirty age cheater, so reim just lets that part go without explanation.]
I did not ask for a statue of him specifically, so I can only assume the town is digging around for inspiration without permission, as it were.
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[ this sound would be a laugh if she had the steadiness for it, but instead reim gets an amused hum. she’s no stranger to people immune to aging, so she doesn’t even think to question his young and incredibly handsome face. ]
I have… no complaints. I’d hate to receive an ugly statue.
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Well, you could have. Master Rufus is not always so put-together, you could say... [sometimes he's a meatball and reim is forced to play along and Dad Pranks are the worst kind.]
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…how ominous. Tell me more.
[ she shifts the statue in her grip, and she wonders how much longer it is to get to ruga… why couldn’t reim have stayed put and made this future trip to the onsen a thousand times easier on her? she deserves a little sip as payment. ]
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He has a particular gift for disguise, you could say... and his favorite is, hmm, a fat little balloon with a terrible grin that only knows how to scream.
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[ sierra feels extremely lucky that this statue turned out as handsome as it did, knowing what the town could have pulled from reim’s memories. it’s partially good timing that she takes a moment to pause and set the statue down, to catch her breath. ]
And you still serve him so faithfully… I’m impressed.
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Yes, well, he may be eccentric, but he did raise me, more or less. I did tell you I was about six when I began working.
[taking care of weird old men is his life story... even when sierra puts the statue down, he still has his hands on it for an extra few beats; it's a goofy thing, but he'd be upset if a barma-shaped anything shattered on him.]
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[ sierra should probably not go near anyone reim knows. ]
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Mm. I am not sure where he is, actually, but I suppose he could still find a way to be brought to this place. At the cost of the remainder of my free time...
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[ sierra puts her hands on the statue again, bracing herself to lift it. her only solace in this is that no one but reim is seeing her right now, so that means she can still pretend she’s frail and weak when it’s convenient for her. ]
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Please, Lady Sierra, don't act as though you wouldn't try to keep me around.
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Don’t get cheeky.
[ as if this isn’t just how they talk to each other ]
You’re just… the most competent person in town.
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