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.]

Comments

[pearheaded]

Oh, aha, yes! Warmer is definitely better!

[He will follow like a lost dog. Because he might as well be. But before that, he extends a hand.]

I'm Ian. It's nice t'meet you.

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[analyzing]

[Have a handshake, man. You're cool.]

Rise Kujikawa at your service! It's good to meet you too, Ian.

[analyzing]

[She glances down at the stuff he's supposed to be selling. Um.]

Do you um...want to take your stuff in with you as well?

[pearheaded]

Huh? O—oh, right! [quickly gathering this stuff up, now |D;] I'm, uh, a little airheaded... about things... But I figure I wouldn't be me if it were any other way!

[ahaha... V_V]

[analyzing]

[Waiting...waiting...are we done? Good, awesome. Let's walk!]

Do you always leave your things out like this?

[pearheaded]

[a playful laugh]

Well, not usually, but I would be lying if I said I've never forgotten my merchandise from time to time!

[analyzing]

Really? That must've cost you quite a bit.

[pearheaded]

Aha, sometimes. I tend to get by anyway, and my home is at war so much, it's not difficult to make more medicine and get a lotta' work...

[analyzing]

It sounds like you've been having a really tough time then. Is that why you didn't find it surprising- when you arrived here?

[She's pretty sure that she's right about him being new, because it seems too strange for someone to stick to selling their stuff if they'd been told about everything being free here.]

[pearheaded]

Well... this place is a lot like home. For the most part, there's just a lotta' forest, with village spread out through it... so I just figured I was in a new town.

[He rubs the back of his head, beaming.]

I was beat up by a bunch of bandits back home, so... I thought I'd just conked out while they took my stuff.

[analyzing]

And you're just okay with that? Sh-shouldn't you have gone to look for a doctor or something?

[pearheaded]

Ah, but I was just fine, really! I've had to face some hostile groups before, so it wasn't too big of a deal. [He holds out his arms.] And besides, I'm fine now—see?

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[analyzing]

[How is this guy still alive. Her best guess is that he's either lying or--]

[analyzing]

And you're gonna tell me next that that's how well I'll be healing if I take your medicine, right?

[pearheaded]

Of course! My medicine can fix almost anything! It's very special medicine—I put a lot of blood, sweat, and tears into making it the best it can be!

[analyzing]

"Almost" anything?

[Stop, time to open the door! She'll hold it open for him.]

[pearheaded]

[oh thank you 8D]

W-well, it unfortunately doesn't do anything for poison or diseases and illness... But most other things, it can fix!

[analyzing]

So you're like a walking, travelling doctor all on your own. Like...a battlefield doctor.

[The Welcome Centre is a great deal warmer than outside, especially without that draft from the outside as she shuts the door. Enjoy, Ian.]

Okay, time-out for a bit! Do you want something warm to drink? We don't have that much in here, but if it's just tea or coffee, I should be able to fix something up.

[pearheaded]

[Now if only he was capable of being cold. |D]

A-ah—just some water would be nice! I am rather parched...

[JUST NOTHING ELSE, PLEASE. V_V]

[analyzing]

Just water?

[pearheaded]

Yeah! Water really hits the spot, and all that; plus it's as healthy as you can get, right?

[analyzing]

[...chuckle]

I guess so. Most people here prefer something with flavour, but I can do water too. [She waves a vague hand at one of the many chairs and long tables around the Welcome Centre.] Have a seat, I'll just go get you a glass.

[pearheaded]

[And takes a seat he does! All the while looking around the place like it were a new mysterious world.]

This place sure has some really nice places... A welcome center! Ah, I think all villages all over the place should have one a-piece.

[analyzing]

[Clink clink clink. She comes back with his water since well, that doesn't take as long as making hot drinks.]

Like a tourist info office?

[pearheaded]

Yeah! Whaddya' think? Wouldn't be too bad of an idea, since most people travel randomly back home—half the time, I never even know where I am unless I ask!