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

[pearheaded]

You never learned how to swim?? Oh, we gotta fix that! You never know when there'll be a flood or something! Or what if you get catapulted into a lake? That'd be bad news!

[analyzing]

W-well, I can float. Isn't that enough?

[pearheaded]

But what about rapids?! You neeever know! One time I tripped off a bridge and I was stuck floating downstream for a whole hour straight!!

[analyzing]

Are you serious? How'd you even get out of that?

[pearheaded]

[Oh, I died over and over until I washed up on the shore! 8D]

...

I kicked and struggled onto a log and held on for dear life until I could make it to the shore! It was very traumatic.

[analyzing]

Oh...that must've been really scary. [A beat as she processes this, though.]

So...swimming helped for that? [Because it sure sounded like you were just floating with the log, dude. Really.]

[pearheaded]

Well, yeah! The better you can swim against rapids, the higher your chances of living!

[LOOK THIS IS LESS OF A PROBLEM FOR IMMORTAL GUYS I JUST DON'T WANT YOU DYING. B'(]

[analyzing]

[Hmm. Hmmmmmmm.]

...

Couldn't I just keep to higher ground?

[pearheaded]

...


I guess that's a pretty good way to handle it, true.

[analyzing]

And then it's just staying away from bridges during floods, right?

[Logic. LOGIC.]

[pearheaded]

[Logic and Ian don't always mix.]

True... I guess that it's not that big of a deal, when you put it that way.

[analyzing]

Aw, c'mon, don't say that! [She laughs.] It doesn't hurt to learn to swim properly, I guess...

[pearheaded]

Yeah! And then you'd get to have a blast, swimmin' with all your pals, right?

[analyzing]

I dunno, I've never seen them swim before...but if they can't, all the better to learn, right? Plus it'd be a great reason to get swimsuits!

[pearheaded]

[A-aha, swimsuits... His mind wanders just a bit.]

Ah! What better time to wear them, yanno?

[analyzing]

That's right, summer's the season for all those super-hot swimwear!

Spring too, I guess, but no one's free to go to the beach when it's spring...

[pearheaded]

Oh? Why's that?

[Spring seems like an okay time to swim! He does it all the time! 8D]

[analyzing]

School. [This is her disgruntled tone.]

[pearheaded]

Oh...! People go to school here?

[YES, I'VE BEEN HERE THIS LONG AND NEVER NOTICED.]

[analyzing]

Well, kinda. Some of them. Once you've reached a certain age, it just becomes weird if you're still in school, I think.

[pearheaded]

It does?

... Why's that?

[;A; I'LL NEVER GET TO GO TO SCHOOL!!!]

[analyzing]

Well...

The older you get, the more people tend to think that you should already know some things. Like...mathematics. And geography.

[pearheaded]

[He rubs the back of his neck, frowning.]

Oh... I see...

[3:^( Hm.]

[analyzing]

... [BUT SEE, NOW THERE IS A BURNING QUESTION]

Hey, Ian. Have you gone to school before?

[pearheaded]

... W-well... yanno... maybe... not...

[No.]