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RPG event - Quest NPC Contact

◣ Quest NPC Contact ◢

Below is a place to thread out quick little conversations with the NPCs that aren't worth an entire log. Vatheon's staple NPCs will have postings here, and all the other new quest NPCs will simply be listed under the "Quest NPCs" comment header. Please put in the subject line which quest you're talking with an NPC about!

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[Rumpled shit skin?! The kid might not know what a fucking douchebag is, but he knows what shit is. He's giggling relentlessly through the second half of the story, but he gets quiet again to listen about the huntsman.]

Does the huntsman have a big axe? Or maybe two axes! Or maybe nunchucks with axe blades ON THEM.

[What a nice, normal looking young woman! The mom leads Tifa back to the boy's room with a relieved look on her face. The boy? He's busy literally bouncing off the walls.]

This isn't fair! That nurse didn't say anything about milking a muscle-thing, she just said we had to mess up this store front until the curse was over!

Yeah, man, cut us a break! Would YOU tell her no?

[...well, would he tell her no?]

[Oh, that was from the wife! Here, she'll help.

"They're called breathe right strips! They usually sell them at the drug store but it seems like the stocks on everything are all weird for this curse. Everything is a bit off, actually. Strange, isn't it?"

She leaves a box of the strips for Sollux and Feferi.]

[Strange! Most kids would be too insulted to try. Finally, Sollux gets a smiley face note and a potion on his pillow, too.]

[Sola gets his milk with breakfast as requested, granting him a small bonus in defense! Milk does good for the body.]

[By Monday morning, when Faris stays in the inn, he'd have a fishtank to look at and some rather interesting breakfast choices (quiche with mushrooms? crab bread?) on the menu.

And also a frowny note from the wife about the races. The manager went to bet on them. It didn't work out.]

["They're magic for now!"

Along with the note sits a bag of pet cookies.]

[No bonuses, but he does get a note in return:

"Why coffins? That seems gloomy!"]

LANGUAGE, young man!

[She'll shove soap in his mouth, don't think she won't!]

They're up on the roof.

[Wow, offensive!]

It is not shit! YOU are shit!

[Enjoy having some batter thrown at your back on the way out, Eridan.]

Umm, are you okay? You don't look so good... maybe you should take a break.

[He's always pushing himself, okay? Even adventurers should take a day off.]

Oh, umm, yes! Thank you. Would you like me to make a potion out of them?

[It's only polite to ask. After all, she is making these people fight her fights.]

Umm, thanks... do you want me to make you an mp potion out of this, Mr. Cleric?

[He is a cleric, right? He looks like one... she thinks.]

[This time she smiles and waves at Faris.]

Thanks! Would you like an HP potion?

[She nods, grinning a little bit.]

It sure is. Seems like a small thing, doesn't it? But you'll be thankful for it someday, trust me.

[Laharl, do not sass her.]

Strange, I thought I heard a whining sound... wonder what that was?

[The skill master shrugs, then winks and vanishes. Invisibility! And here comes the manager, eyes zeroed in on that pair of dice. Either Dirk's going to learn to vanish on the fly or he's going to jail for the rest of the curse.

Thankfully this is rpg land and he's more likely to instantly unlock the skill.]

[It doesn't take him long at all, in fact. Unfortunately, due to the parameters of this quest, he has to keep himself out in the open where people can find him. After awhile of being tailed he stops.]

Look, just ask me for the skill already so I can teach you, would you?

I could forgive him if he'd keep his messes cleaned up.

[The boy folds his arms stubbornly. He's not budging on that front, it's not fair for him to have to put up with a mess.]

[He gets a torrent of information from both boys at that, one that's basically impossible to follow. Finally, they agree to take down one half of the wall so Gamzee can see the legos.

Rainbow colored building blocks of MAGIC.]

He made a mess, HE can say sorry!

[Done talking, the boy flops on his bed and turns over. Hmph!]

Whassa moirail?

[That's disregarded for the second idea.]

That sounds like a lot of work. And how could I fit everything in one box? There's not a toybox big enough! I'd need lots of boxes!

Don't worry, kid. You'll hear all about the huntsman's awesome gear when our heroes get to him, but first they've gotta make their way through the enchanted forest. [He shrugs, then goes back into his deep, mildly impressive narrator voice.]

As the duo neared the enchanted forest where the huntsman lived, Lil Cal Riding Hood stopped walking and turned to face the Pied Strider. "Before we enter the forest," he said, "you need to know one thing. The forest's enchantments make it easy for travelers to get lost between the trees forever. That's why you have to follow the path." The Pied Strider blinked in confusion. "What path?", he asked. Lil Cal Riding Hood chuckled and pointed ahead, to a path laid out with yellow bricks. It was the yellow brick path that would lead them to the huntsman and they were not to stray from it, no matter what sort of awesome temptations they encountered. The Pied Strider nodded his head in agreement and into the forest they went.

After only a few minutes of walking, it became pretty damn obvious why the forest was enchanted. From the safety of the yellow brick path, they spotted all sorts of strange creatures darting through the woods. Fairies, gnomes, leprechauns, elves... There were talking salamanders and colorful unicorns, and the Pied Strider could've sworn he saw a nasty green ogre at some point. Still, they kept walking until they passed a house. It wasn't just any old house, either. This one was made of greasy junkfood and snacks! A path of bacon strips led to the front door, which was a gigantic poptart. The walls were made of pizza bread and the straw roof wasn't made of straw at all. It was a huge collection of french fries. The smell of freshly-made tacos rose up from the chimney and the Pied Strider stopped in his tracks, overcome by mad hunger.

"Don't be tempted, Pied Strider!" warned Lil Cal Riding Hood. "That house isn't on our path. If you go inside, you'll never come back out." But the Pied Strider groaned in dismay. His tummy was rumbling and the food smelled ever so good. Lil Cal Riding Hood promised that they'd pass a few apple trees soon enough, with their fruit dangling right over the path and free for the taking. Trusting his new friend's word, the Pied Strider turned away from the pizzabread house and tried to keep walking.

Just then, the door to the pizzabread house slammed open and the owner came running out after them. It was a witch. She reeked of cheap perfume and martinis. "Stop!" cried the witch. "Come back! Please, come inside my house and keep me company! I have all the hamburgers you can eat!" But both the Pied Strider and Lil Cal Riding Hood shook their heads. They could not keep the witch company, because they had to be on their way. They had to follow the yellow brick path to find the huntsman who could help them gather the pack of wolves. The witch threw herself down before their feet, begging them to stay. Even with all her delicious grub, no one ever came by to keep her company because she was a crazy, drunk spinster.

"If you want company, why don't you come with us?" the Pied Strider asked. "You can come meet the Huntsman with us and then you won't be all alone. Maybe he'll even help you with your alcohol problem." The witch immediately shook her head, claiming she didn't have a fucking alcohol problem and that she could quit drinkin' any time she wanted to. Even so, she longed for friendship and so she joined the Pied Strider and Lil Cal Riding Hood on their quest for the huntsman.

[Yeah, he can't follow that information at all, but once they break down the wall and he lays eyes on those things? He is getting in closer so he can give it a proper look. Just

Look at all those blocks.

Those colours.

It is beautiful.]

Holy fuck, bros, this shit's tight. What do you do with it?

[He has completely forgotten about the do not swear thing in the face of such beauty.]

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