1st Partridge [Action][Let's not realize we're trapped in Luceti]

[pearheaded]

[Luceti seems so calm right now. Active, but silently making white noise over the treetops around them—Ian's favorite type of place. And it was a good thing, too: no one is in need of money more than this guy well, had someone actually told him things were free and he couldn't leave, anyway. He has a blanket laid out, and a bag sat right in the middle. Full of little powder-filled glasses, freshly made and found in his stuff at the item shop, as well as his awesome clothes (note: not really). This medicine was his usual method of getting cash, when his pockets were empty. Granted, some people might not ever use his medicine if they knew what was in it, but what they can't know won't hurt 'em! In fact, it'll heal 'em! 8D

Oh yeah, and he left his journal in a bush in the forest, by accident. Whoops. He'll be sure to get that when he realizes it could help him.]

Wonderful people of—

[...oooone second. He looks at his hand and carefully tries not to make an ass of himself.]

Wonderful people of Loo-ket-ey! Feeling like curing your poor injured shoulder? Got a broken collarbone in need of fixing up? Lost a limb in a bar fight? Then look no further than here!

[Motioning to the bag laid out in front of him with the shit-eatingest grin he can perform. Shiny vials and powders glint in the sun! Glinty glint glint!]

With this medicine, your unhealed physical injuries will go bye-bye in minutes, seconds even, depending on the size! Just a simple payment of 19.99 will give you guys the best bandages anyone could ever ask for: the kind that don't need to be used at all! Don't know what to get your mother for her birthday? How about the sweet taste of insta-cut-healing! Papa getting too crazy with that hacksaw? Insure yourself so he'll have all of his fingers in the future!

Come on, you can't refuse such a cheap offer, can you?

[...Wow, these people aren't really caring that much. Same ol', same ol'.]

...o-or not...

[Why, go ahead and fill him in on what the hell Luceti even is. Cause as far as he's considered, he's stuck in a village in his world and needs to get back to the one his pals are in. Such is the life of a dense idiot.]

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[fallenambitions]

[There's a cloaked figure walking nearby Ian when he started his advertising. Trying to sell things in a place where currency is non-existent? What an idiot. That or he must be new. He'll just assume it's the latter.]

Pointless. This place already has a clinic and a pharmacy for our use.

[pearheaded]

[He shakes his head.]

Oh, nonono, you don't understand! This cuts healing time by more than half! Think about it—when you're out in the middle of a big scary fight and you lose a limb, what better way to treat it than to simple just

POOF!

Grow it back?

Your enemy will poop their pants in surprise!

[fallenambitions]

[He smirked]

Is that so? Do you think you can give me a demonstration of this medicine you say can grant such a miracle?

[pearheaded]

[Oh geez, he's got another Nomamura on his hands. And Ian really didn't want any of his limbs or someone else's chopped off today.]

U-uh—I guess it's possible... I mean, I would if I could, but that's sorta' a little too violent, don't you think?

[fallenambitions]

Why do you sound so concern? If this medicine is suppose to regrow limbs, then there's no reason why you can't show a demonstration. It's not too daunting for you to cut off a finger, is it?

[pearheaded]

Well—

[because I grow it back without the medicine, of course]

It still hurts, y'know...

[As much as he appreciated making a sale, he really dislikes pain for no real reason.]

[fallenambitions]

Hmph. Suddenly you lack the confidence to back up your claims. How predictable. [He doesn't know that, he just thinks the guy's a coward now :( ]

I should add that you won't be able to sell anything here. There is no currency.

[pearheaded]

[Well, geez, he doesn't want people to know that! It ended poorly for him last time.

But that's okay, because Ian is a coward.]

No currency?

Oh.





...So you guys are poor around here?

[fallenambitions]

Not so much poor and more like this place decided that currency is useless here.

[pearheaded]

... I don't know if I can trust what you say.

Y'look kind of fishy in that get-up. Are you a robber or something?

'Cause I'm broke, man.

[fallenambitions]

[Nah, he's just a Commandant that brought the end of the world. That's all.]

I can imagine why you're broke to begin with. [Eyeing that shady medicine with a smirk]

Even if you don't believe me, more people will come and tell you the same thing in due time.

[pearheaded]

Well, I'm broke because a bunch of no-good bandits nabbed me in the woods and took all of my stuff!

[HUFF, if he had a spine, he would have totally dealt with them! But he doesn't, so there.]

If it's not one thing, it's another! I always end up in trouble.

[fallenambitions]

Heh, well I'm sorry for your loss. At least you won't have to worry about being poor for anything here. It's all free.

Perhaps you'll be able to replace your items.

[pearheaded]

[Still kinda untrustworthy, but...]

You think so? Well, I was able to find my bottles of medicine here...

[fallenambitions]

Try the shops around here. I'm sure you'll find that some of your items from home have been brought there.

[pearheaded]

[He does the dorkiest, lamest thumbs-up he can muster.]

Aah, really?! Thanks a lot for the input, bud!

[fallenambitions]

[...he won't say anything about Ian's display of approval and simply nods]

It's Renato.

[pearheaded]

Renato—you're a cool fella, Renato. Thanks again, really.

[Sincerity at its best! :)]