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]

[Ian just crouches and watches INTENSELY while you're observing the bottles. Is he actually gonna make a sell? He was getting pretty hungry...]

[cuttingedges.livejournal.com]

...I'll take one. [He just... stuffs the bottle in his pocket and starts walking away.]

[pearheaded]

[WHAT NO]

Hey, wait a sec!

[He'll just... nervously put his 5'4" self in front of said person.]

I made those myself! Don't I get anything in return? Y'know, money, food, something worth valuable, anything at all??

[cuttingedges.livejournal.com]

[Mr. 6'2" here stares down Ian for a moment. He'd been doing far too much cooking lately, but...]

Very well. What do you prefer to eat?

[pearheaded]

[He smiles and holds up a finger, as if to say 'aha, I am the victor here!']

I eat sugar cubes! If it's square and sugar, I'll eat it!!

Though canned food is always really helpful. I'm sure my friends are running out by now, since we don't make much cash these days.

[Well, what. He can't technically eat food, so he gets it for the family. Makes sense to him!]

[cuttingedges.livejournal.com]

[...Sugar cubes. Just sugar? Surely this poor fellow has a terrible case of diabetes by now.]

...I'll be right back. [Feeling a bit like he's helping to slowly kill Ian, he'll head to the shop; in a couple of minutes, he's back with a small box full of sugar cubes.]

[pearheaded]

[8'D]

Aaaa, they're wonderful, thanks! This is definitely worth a bottle or two!

[LEGIT HAPPINESS RIGHT HERE.]

You're a real cool guy! What's your name? I'm Ian!!

[BECAUSE CLEARLY YOU ARE HIS NEW BEST FRIEND! :)]

[cuttingedges.livejournal.com]

Krizalid. [The "or two" prompts him to slip another bottle of the powder into his pocket.] How do you use this substance?

[pearheaded]

Krizalid? That's a kinda weird name—but I like weird!

[He does a cheesy little 'snap-finger-and-point' maneuver, before continuing:]

You can just ingest it as is, or mix it into a drink. Either way, it's guaranteed to work, even on the goriest wounds! Oh, and broken bones, too. Can't forget about those.

[cuttingedges.livejournal.com]

[Admittedly, that's pretty damned impressive. Maybe raiding the shop for more sugar cubes would be in order... if the stuff works, it'd be wise to have this sort of person on his side.]

...Thank you, Ian. [Turning to leave now, sorry mystree man. *SHOT*]

[pearheaded]

[MYSTREE MAN, MYSTREE MAN—!!

Ian would like that. :|a]

No problem! Take care of yourself, sir!