Don't say something strange like that as if this is ordinary!!
[He says this as the skeleton starts to drag its way up his body, which gets him to make another face and sort of- shimmy stupidly. How does he get this off??]
[She's getting another face, at the exact moment his expression changes from annoyance to being spooked again as a bony hand grabs a handful of his coat front, from behind. A skele-hug, but terrible.]
It's— it's stuck. The fingers...!
[He may die. To think, he only wanted to ask her about dopey rewards.]
I’ll give you one more try before I help. Don’t disappoint me.
[ reim is still hurt, which is largely why sierra isn’t going to let him suffer for long—but also, it’s a stupid little skeleton, harmless in basically every way. ]
[It's touching him with nasty dead fingers!! He's thoroughly spooked, gingerly pushing at the arm around his stomach to pry it off... and like, full body cringing when the whole hand just cracks off and falls to the ground. ohhh godddd]
[He'll accept being called pathetic if she gets this skeleton off him... And there it goes, turning to dust except for the broken hand on the ground. There's nasty dust all over him now, great!!
[ it was a wonderful treat that she’s grateful for, but she really would like another one as soon as possible. it’s only etiquette that keeps her from demanding it. ]
Oh! Yes, in fact. I received a small bottle of something that smells of apples and spices. I’m not sure if it’s a potion, or simply a drink.
Oh? Poor you, getting the cheap stuff. Would you like to help me finish a bottle of wine?
[ it is, by now, a few days old and more oxidized than she can help, but sierra is pretty handy with keeping her drinks safe. it’s better to finish it now, though, than let it sit any longer. ]
Or, if you like, you’re welcome to take the first sip of my mysterious apple offering.
[ she smiles over her shoulder at him, as she guides him inside to their little kitchen area, where she has all her most important edible treasures stocked up. five bottles of tomato juice, now… a half-emptied bottle of wine… and the apple cider she received after leaving reim’s home before.
picking it up gingerly, she offers it out like it’s a dog treat or something. ]
[Yes... he's here for the wine. But a deal is a deal and he will dutifully try this apple drink first, raising an eyebrow at her as he takes it. Surely she doesn't have to treat it like that.
Now then, the sip of truth... it's just cider, boring.]
[ she’s already picking up two old glasses anyway, regardless of how the cider tastes, because the faster she gets this wine out the better. they’re quite scratched from age, but they’ll have to do. ]
[ maybe she’ll give the cider to kisa? whatever. it’ll get consumed one way or the other, but for now, she hands reim a glass of rich red wine. ]
It’s from a nation in my home world famed for its wine. It would be quite expensive, but I was lucky enough to receive it for free. How’s your tolerance?
[Were there not only a half bottle of wine left, he would chug this entire glass at once to prove a point. Since he can't do that, he just takes a sip, considers it, then hums approvingly. A little... sat-out-for-a-few-days, but good.]
I've only ever been drunk once in my life. [he's a sponge with legs.]
[ she gives him the benefit of the doubt and assumes that his lack of drunkenness is because of an incredible tolerance and not because he simply doesn’t drink, based on the way he so easily took the glass. ]
[Yes, thank you, he could destroy this whole bottle by himself. Since he's still resisting just downing the whole glass, he raises his to her slightly in a sort of yes-I-am-full-of-surprises gesture.]
Thank you. It isn't an incident I intend on repeating, so...
Next time I get one of these, I’ll call on you first.
[ she says, and before she can take a delicate sip, a skeleton throws itself against the kitchen window—admittedly making her jolt, but not enough for her to lose her dignity by choking on the wine. ]
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[He says this as the skeleton starts to drag its way up his body, which gets him to make another face and sort of- shimmy stupidly. How does he get this off??]
A little help would not be unwelcome-!
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[ moral support is the best help she’s willing to offer, mostly because those faces are the best entertainment she’s had all day.
good luck, reim. ]
Just push it.
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It's— it's stuck. The fingers...!
[He may die. To think, he only wanted to ask her about dopey rewards.]
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[ reim is still hurt, which is largely why sierra isn’t going to let him suffer for long—but also, it’s a stupid little skeleton, harmless in basically every way. ]
Look at it. It likes you.
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[It's touching him with nasty dead fingers!! He's thoroughly spooked, gingerly pushing at the arm around his stomach to pry it off... and like, full body cringing when the whole hand just cracks off and falls to the ground. ohhh godddd]
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[ when she’s in charge of a whole legion of the undead, skeletons are among the least of her worries.
she steps out of her little cottage, and with far more discipline than she needs, she grips the bones of the skeleton. ]
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
[ whether or not she actually needed to chant that, it does turn to dust in her hand in an instant. skeleton, defeated. ]
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He coughs.]
Th-Thank you. It followed me all the way here...
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[ now there’s a pile of skeleton dust in front of her house. gross! she’ll deal with that before kisa returns. ]
Did you want something? I’m sleepy now.
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Yes, I wanted to ask... Did you find anything new in your home after the- [hm. lean into it,] treat the other day?
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Oh! Yes, in fact. I received a small bottle of something that smells of apples and spices. I’m not sure if it’s a potion, or simply a drink.
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Oh— hmm. Well, I received what appears to be some cheap ale, so perhaps it's an apple liquor?
[drink it]
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[ it is, by now, a few days old and more oxidized than she can help, but sierra is pretty handy with keeping her drinks safe. it’s better to finish it now, though, than let it sit any longer. ]
Or, if you like, you’re welcome to take the first sip of my mysterious apple offering.
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It seems only fair that I should do both. Risk and reward, don't you think?
[This from the man who nearly cried over skeletons touching him. Look - he misses his Nice Things.]
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Brave words from a man who just begged me for help. Come in.
[ reim is lucky that her wine is Good Wine, because there’s no way that she would accept anything less even as a gift from the town. ]
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[Watch as he cringes just stepping over the skeleton hand still on the ground to follow her inside. Terrible.]
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[ she smiles over her shoulder at him, as she guides him inside to their little kitchen area, where she has all her most important edible treasures stocked up. five bottles of tomato juice, now… a half-emptied bottle of wine… and the apple cider she received after leaving reim’s home before.
picking it up gingerly, she offers it out like it’s a dog treat or something. ]
Here. If it’s good, don’t drink it all.
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Now then, the sip of truth... it's just cider, boring.]
It's not liquor.
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[ she’s already picking up two old glasses anyway, regardless of how the cider tastes, because the faster she gets this wine out the better. they’re quite scratched from age, but they’ll have to do. ]
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[Not very exciting... That's the best and only description he has. But he'll politely close the bottle and put it down.]
It isn't bad.
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[ maybe she’ll give the cider to kisa? whatever. it’ll get consumed one way or the other, but for now, she hands reim a glass of rich red wine. ]
It’s from a nation in my home world famed for its wine. It would be quite expensive, but I was lucky enough to receive it for free. How’s your tolerance?
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I've only ever been drunk once in my life. [he's a sponge with legs.]
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[ she gives him the benefit of the doubt and assumes that his lack of drunkenness is because of an incredible tolerance and not because he simply doesn’t drink, based on the way he so easily took the glass. ]
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Thank you. It isn't an incident I intend on repeating, so...
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[ she says, and before she can take a delicate sip, a skeleton throws itself against the kitchen window—admittedly making her jolt, but not enough for her to lose her dignity by choking on the wine. ]
Oh!
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He does not spill the wine, however. That's important.]
More of them followed me all the way here...?!
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