5th Partridge [Action/Voice][Let's Give Away Shit]

[pearheaded]

[The bar door suddenly swings open. As the lightning crashes behind him, illuminating a crisp white outline around his figure, Ian walks silently in, dripping with rain water, a hoodie drawn over his unruly green hair. He glances to the left—to the right—before sitting down with a shadow crossing his features. After a beat, he looks up to the bartender, brown eyes all too serious.

And then—]



... A pitcher of water, please~!

[That was pretty much an obvious outcome, but anyway, not important!! What totally is important is that he's sitting at the bar happily drinking his pitcher of water. Granted he's inhumanly drinking the whole thing in one go, but hey, what can ya do? And then he'll go ahead and play some darts. And fail at it by not hitting the board at all. What, does he look like a good aim? Hell naw. And when that's said and done, he'll hang out with the drunks and sing songs, because that's what responsible adults do. Is he drunk? No. Can you tell? Probably not.

IT'S FRIDAY NIGHT, BABY. PARTY HARDY!!]


[Ian proceeds to wander off into the woods like he usual does, in excellent spirits. There are no robbers or thieves to worry about out here, man. That's always a great thing. But ah, he needs to prep some more medicine for the people here, so he goes to the store first and foremost. When you see him going through the woods, he'll be hefting a bag of sugar on his shoulder (and Birdy on his head, until they part ways at a local tree |D).

He ventures to his usual sleeping place outside: a shallow space roofed by a fallen tree, and proceeds to do what he's done for quite a long time. Eyesight cutting through the dark, he presses a pocket knife into his wrist and lets fall droplets of blood into a bowl—it aches, but it's only temporary he tells himself; the wound closes soon after the blade is removed, and he rolls the bowl around and around in hand, letting the red coat a fine layer.

When it dries, he scrapes it into a powdery pile, and adds the sugar.

... viola. He wipes up his arm and holds up a filled vial, content. Whether or not he's got peeping toms is up to you.]

[Voice]

Hey there new feathers! My name is Ian Kolansky, and I'm a medicine seller. If you ever find yourselves injured, whether barely or horribly, have no fear, I am here! My cure-all medicine will heal any flesh wound or broken bone in a matter of moments! Not to mention, it'll even grow back anything severed. Well, as long as it's not your head and you're, y'know, alive and all that.

And here in Luceti, the usual payments of 19.99 are cut down to...

0.00! That's right, it's free here! Everything is, I'll have you know! Just ask good ol' Ian here, and I'll get you some right away!

[Why not force some sort of payment? Well... how the hell would he even? Luceti can give just about anything. He's pledged to himself he'd always do this job, and the lack of payment certainly won't be stopping him any time soon; he views it as a... as a promise to himself. 'This is what you're doing at home, so don't forget it'.

...Though, the pay would have been great to have. ;~;]

Comments

[unbalancedsoul.livejournal.com]

Grow back limbs? [Skeptical, but from browsing over the journals while sick, it seems less of a jump then it usually is.]

How? [in spite of her skepticism she still can’t hide the excitement in her voice.]

[pearheaded]

That... is a secret!

[Looks like Ian should be a character in Slayers. :|a]

After all, I can't be the best medicine seller if everyone knows how it works.

[action]

[ricketytrickery.livejournal.com]

[Tattoi had noticed Ian consuming a pitcher of water in the bar earlier. He'd noted it down as something unusual - although he'd had the same thing himself - and proceeded to stay out of sight.]

[He'd followed Ian to the woods - years of practice with stealth and deceit had helped him remain out of sight - and he was now watching this odd ritual he seemed to be undergoing. The only real signs of Tattoi being there are some plumes of mist that might be written off as fog. ...Very localized fog. :|b]

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[pearheaded]

[Ian's kind of slow, so give him a little while. Followed? What's followed mean? 8D

But... after a while, that fog does catch his eye. He drops the vial and leaps up, surprised.]

What the heck...! Is the forest haunted or something...?!

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[pearheaded]

[Oh shit! A haunted forest! Ian, you fool, you might be attacked by specters! Those are real, right? I mean, anything's possible in Luceti!]

Hey, ghosts! Stop being jerks!

I-I'm not scared of you anyway, so there!





So l-lay off the foggy stuff, huh??

[action]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

[Said bartender is torn between amusement and incredulity as he watches this gentleman first chug an entire pitcher of water and then suck horribly at darts.]

Did something good happen to you?

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[pearheaded]

[He just grins at that.]

I'm alive! That's plenty reason to be happy, don't you think?

[oh!]

Do you think I could have another pitcher, Mr. Bartender?

[Voice]

[semper_cogitans]

[Not a New Feather, but that kind of medicine... Well. This is both an utterly fascinating and completely unbelievable claim.]

Reconstructing severed limbs? Well, if you have medicine like that, you ought to be running clinical trials on its efficacy and then mass-producing it. Such a medicine would be quite an asset.

I would be fascinated to see a trial of this medicine in use. [Though Robert would be... less than enthusiastic about cutting off a limb to test it.]

From where do you source this medicine?

Re: [Voice]

[pearheaded]

.... I.... uh...

You




talk kinda' weird.

[WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.

WHAT ARE THESE BIG KID WORDS. D'8]

[analyzing]

[Sup, Ian, Rise can't help but chuckle at that payment part. Some things don't change, apparently.]

So you did use advertising after all.

[pearheaded]

[o haiiiii pretty lady~

Give Ian another 15 years and he'll be great for change! Maybe. Possibly. A little.]

Eeheheh, oh! Is that you, Rise? How do you always run into me when it comes to sells?

[voice]

[queenly-valiant.livejournal.com]

[This is odd. She's always thought that her cordial was the only one of its kind, but, then again, this is another world.]

I've a cordial that can heal wounds too. Though it won't grow limbs back if they're already cut off.

Re: [voice]

[pearheaded]

A cordial? What's that?

[Because anything that heals is fascinating, he's gotta say.]

[ action ]

[hana-king.livejournal.com]

[ WHAT SO USOPP HAPPENS TO BE IN THE BAR, TOO. You get word that one of your good friends got sent home, and that's just the place to be.

He's, you know, that longnose watching you play darts and kind of laughing. BE GLAD, you've cheered him up, obviously 8| ]

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[pearheaded]

[OH MY GOOOOOD I CAN'T HIT ANY OF THESE RIIIIINGSSSS!]

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[pearheaded]

[... He sure hopes that's a nose he's seeing in his peripheral.

...

Oh thank god.]

Usopp! How's it going, ol' buddy ol' pal~?

[ voice ] we obviously need more threads

[idkmybffroy.livejournal.com]

[ ...huh. Just interesting. Poking at you. ]

That's quite the discount, isn't it?

Re: [ voice ] obviously they're united by their goofiness

[pearheaded]

That's the problem with this stuff, man. No money means no reason to even have a sells pitch, yanno? Though I gotta keep on keepin' on!

[voice]

[paladinlost]

Your medicine can cure all wounds? Does it also replenish magical energy?

Re: [voice]

[pearheaded]

Magic... energy...?



Is that a physical kinda' thing? Like being stabbed in the foot?

[action]

[boxedoff.livejournal.com]

[Normally he wouldn't be out at this time of the night, but he couldn't really sleep. So he might have sneaked out without his roomie knowing (or so he hopes). He's been hanging out in the forest just thinking, and he was thinking of heading back. Except he kind of...sort of stumbled upon Ian. Normally he sucks at stealth that doesn't involve crowds, but since it's dark it doesn't nearly apply as much here.

But he still fails at being stealthy, so at some point he just makes this...mildly horrified, mostly disgusted high-pitched sound before he can stop himself. Because even if he can't see it all that well, he can see enough and ew ew ew--]

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[pearheaded]

[fksdjflkjlsdfsldfjh!

Ian looks toward the noise straight at Marcell—nighttime light isn't a problem for his eyes, and when he notices the face he blinks in surprise and drops the knife.]

Marcell??

[Voice]

[redhairedknight.livejournal.com]

Do you have any proof of any of these claims? [To be honest, this sounds like a scam to Erza. Not even the best healers can regrow limbs - she doubts that some medicine could do it.]

Re: [Voice]

[pearheaded]

Uuum... Well... I don't think I do here. You could always ask the people I've given it to so far if they've used any of it...

[:|a hnnnn]

[goldenglasses]

[HEY! There's a familiar guy drinking at the bar with you.]

HEY! You're... you're that... that noodle arms... arm guy! I see they work again!

[pearheaded]

Aha!! I am no longer noodle-y, my spikey-haired friend!

[Flexing his sad, scrawny arms like a boss.]

But it hasn't helped my aim at all!