Patron Saints/Session 13

From Greenthings

<Greenling> Last we met our unfortunate characters, they were having tea. But that's not what we're doing right now.
<Greenling> Right now we're skipping forward to That Evening, or whatever passes as evening for Yu-Shan- the Moon seems to be over the sky right now, or at least, it's really dark because She's new but occasionally She shows Herself just to let you know She's winning- you're all invited to sleep at Thrall's Manse.
<Greenling> The first thing you notice is that, well, you've seen it before. You actually saw it when you came it.
<Greenling> (*in)
<Greenling> It's not as big as the Jade Pleasure Dome by a longshot. It's not even as big, floorspace considered, as any of the Bureau offices, though it's taller than a few of them.
<Cho> "Wow."
<Greenling> This is one giant fuckoff pillar of what seems to be mostly Orichalcum, though you see all five materials represented. It also seems to have been beautiful at one time, though it's long since been scavenged and rebuilt of most of its extraneous features.
<Greenling> This is definitely High First Age architecture, and by that I mean gaudy as fuck and vaguely phallic. Welcome to your first Level 5 Solar Manse.
<Greenling> "Door's stuck shut. The first opening is that window up there." Thrall points up about a hundred feet to what seems to be the third floor.
<Cho> "That seems a bit lame. You haven't be able to unstick it?"
<Greenling> "I can't even find the stairs to the first floor. I swear there's something in that place that wants to fuck with me."
<Cho> "What an interesting mystery."
<Greenling> "I don't sleep here, normally, but my boyfriend's place doesn't have enough space."
* Cho quietly judges Thrall.
<Cho> "It still seems... you couldn't build an exterior stairwell?"
<Greenling> "I don't give half that much of a shit. Do you want to build a stairwell? I can just jump that."
<Cho> "Oh."
<Greenling> "In fact, the only person who's gonna likely have a problem is Rudy..." he grins at his brother. "But you're not not gonna chicken out, are you?"
<Rudeth> "I'm not chickening out of anything. I can do it."
* Cho hides a smile at Rudeth's predictable reaction.
<Greenling> "Damn right you're not. You or the old man first?"
<Zhubin> "Jump that? Bah."
<Zhubin> "Why don't we just see if I can open the door?"
<Greenling> "...Go ahead, dude."
<Greenling> "Oh. Uh." He points at Namhwa. "You may or may not have stuff in there. I don't know."
<Cho> "Oh really?"
<Cho> "How interesting. You mean on the first floor?"
<Greenling> "In the Manse somewhere."
<Greenling> "Yeah, your last incarnation was mine's Sifu. I didn't mention that, did I."
<Cho> "Oh, oh....."
<Greenling> "If you have memories already, it was the psycho with the hat."
<Cho> "No, you didn't."
* Cho thinks.
<Greenling> ...Oh god him
<Greenling> Namhwa vaguely remembers him with a feeling of dread.
* Zhubin ignores the blathering and walks up to the front door.
<Greenling> Zhubin walks up to the front door!
<Zhubin> "Open up, dammit. I'm too old to be jumping for windows."
<Rudeth> "Alright, let's see..." Rudeth feels around on the wall, trying to find good footing to climb.
* Cho watches the two with interest, then thinks about hats.
<Greenling> Sadly, the door does not open at Zhubin's command.
* Rudeth slowly begins climbing the wall, feeling along the wall for good hand- and foot-holds and testing each one carefully before putting his full weight on it. He proceeds cautiously, careful not to be careless but trying not to spend any more time than necessary so that he doesn't exhaust himself before he can get to the top. He heads forward with determination, keeping his eyes focused on what...
* Rudeth ...he's doing and not looking down.
<Greenling> Zhubin gets the feeling he's seen this place before, as well, but he can't quite recall where. It's on the tip of your tongue...
<Cho> "You mean I was the psycho with the hat, you were the psycho with the hat... Or was someone else the psycho with the hat?"
<Zhubin> "Strange. Something about...why, yes. Those pillars were carved by Thousand Feathers Twirling, weren't they?" Zhubin blinks. "Why do I know that?"
<Greenling> Rudy manages to get to the second-story window, at least, where he can take a brief respite before starting again.
<Greenling> "He was the psycho with the hat. I am categorically not that guy."
<Cho> "Clearly, no hat." Cho points at Thrall's bare head.
<Rudeth> "Hey! You guys! I'm halfway there!" :D
* Cho looks up. "Good job! Keep it up!"
<Greenling> Thrall whoops and claps.
<Rudeth> "Hey, Thrall, is there some reason I have to go to the third story window and not the second?"
<Greenling> "That's the window with the armoire stuck to it," he yells up.
<Greenling> "You can try?"
<Greenling> Rudy opens the window and, with some effort, manages to move the armoire.
<Rudeth> "I got it!"
<Greenling> ScoochcrEEEEEAAAAAkCRASH audible on the ground.
* Zhubin claps.
* Zhubin stops clapping.
<Zhubin> "What'd you break?"
* Cho winces in sympathy to whatever Rudeth just crushed.
<Rudeth> "Um..." Rudeth swings in through the window. "It's alright! I think!"
<Greenling> "I don't even know what's in that, don't worry about it."
<Cho> "Was it a nice hat, at least?"
<Rudeth> Rudeth looks around the room for a moment for something to help the others climb up, preferably a rope or something else he could lower.
<Greenling> "It was a jaunty hat."
<Zhubin> "Jaunty is a plus. But was it gaudy? Because that would remove any usefulness from it."
<Greenling> Rudeth walks in. This looks like a really old bedroom, from the little you can see from the moonlight through the window. It's dark in here, but there's a bed.
<Cho> :)
<Greenling> "Nah. Huge floppy fedora-type deal."
* Rei frowns, just a bit worried about all the noise and trouble Rudeth seemed to be encountering as he makes his way in...
<Cho> "Perhaps we could get a hat for me and leave out the psychoticism?"
<Cho> "Oh, that sounds... Very old-fashioned.
<Cho> "Perhaps a rice-gatherer's hat. I like those, great shade, very practical."
<Cho> "Well, shall we see the new passage that Rudy opened?"
<Zhubin> "May as well. We can always just take you to a hat shop sometime, Cho."
* Cho approaches the wall while tiny but potent Zhubin stands at the door.
<Cho> "How [refreshingly moist]."
* Zhubin taps on the door with his stick again. "Open says a Chosen of the Sun?"
<Greenling> "I'd give you his hat, but I don't know where it is. Kalil might have it."
<Greenling> The door does not open.
<Zhubin> "Bah. Stupid door."
* Zhubin wanders back over to actually be near the others.
<Greenling> "Kalil killed him," he says as if he just mentioned the weather.
* Rei bites her lip, folding her ears down, before tightening the straps on her zither's case; stretching briefly and limbering up, she tenses her legs before doing her best to start climbing, fingers digging into whatever yield she can find and tail lashing for balance as she tries climbing up to that second story window Rudeth unblocked.
* Rudeth leans out the window, ready to help Rei climb in once she reaches him.
* Cho hitches up his pants a bit, then follows Rudeth's assent up the wall. Cho probes each crevice with his fingers before shoving his whole hand in, then hauls himself up to push a foot in at each point. Cho works quickly, trying to nearly leap from each hand-hold to each hand-hold. About two feet below the second story window, Cho turns his head and shout
<Cho> "
*Kalil killed my... predecessor? For what?
*"
<Greenling> "He killed
*mine
*."
<Greenling> "Sorry."
<Greenling> Rei clambers up to the window.
* Cho follows the beautiful assent of Rei, keeping her as a motivation in the back of his mind. "Oh, yours. With the hat?"
<Greenling> "For being a traitor and a murderer and some other stuff, I didn't read the whole list."
<Greenling> "Yeah, with the hat."
<Cho> "Golly."
<Greenling> "Yours just died fighting something, I think."
<Greenling> "I don't remember."
* Rei is motivation in motion. Just focus on the ... tail. Yes, that's what you're watching.
* Cho calls for Sunny to climb onto his back before starting, of course.
<Cho> "It seems like it would be memorable."
<Greenling> Sunny sits and waits for you to try.
<Cho> "Both endings, I mean."
<Greenling> "I wasn't there. Most of us die fighting something. And bitch is hiding his death from me," he mumbles that last sentence.
* Zhubin glares at the door some more. And waits to see if anyone will drop a rope, after all.
<Cho> "I see.
<Greenling> Cho manages to get within five feet of the top before his foot slips on a chunk of what would have been a great foothold if it weren't moonsilver. He begins to fall.
* Rei halfway leaps back out of the window to try and catch Cho, hoping Rudeth will catch her.
<Greenling> "Woof!" Sunny says.
<Rudeth> "Namwha!"
<Zhubin> "Oooh, try not to land on your neck. Everything else can heal."
* Cho twists in the air, pushing his essence through his innate martial prowess to grab at the protrusion of Rei's arm as though he was going to bend it inward and break the elbow. Naturally, Cho doesn't plan on following through with that second blow, but the initial movement is there.
* Cho , realizing his technique hasn't taken Rei's slender arms and lithe cat-like body into account, quickly adjusts to move his hands to her shoulder and use her forearm as a brace.
* Rei does her best to accomodate Cho's attempts to catch himself, as her feet and tail do their best to cling to the windowsill, having reacted without thinking after seeing a friend in danger. This... could hurt
<Greenling> Rudy grabs Rei's legs, cat tail in face. Rei grabs Namhwa. Rudy now just has to deal with the possibility that their combined weight and leverage will toss him out the window.
* Cho locks eyes with Rei and a pure expression of gratitude crosses his face.
<Greenling> Meanwhile, of course, Zhubin is giving advice, Sunny is sulking, and Thrall is laughing at you all.
* Rei gives Cho as best a smile as she can, tail wrapped around the back of Rudeth's neck. Her ungrabbed arm does its' best to push up the wall and help Rudeth haul the two of them in.
<Zhubin> "So, Thrall. Think we could sell tickets to this?"
* Cho braces himself to fall into the wall and angles his head down so that his thicker forehead bone will catch the impact while he tries to keep his eyes open and shove his foot into a convenient foothold.
<Greenling> "Maybe."
<Rudeth> Rudeth strains a bit from the weight of two people, slowly pulling Rei and Cho inside the room and gripping the windowpane to keep himself from falling.
<Greenling> ...Thrall seems like he's getting to like Zhubin, despite the whole being a Solar and nearly destroying Creation thing.
* Rei sighs in relief as she and Cho are pulled in, giving both a tight hug.
<Greenling> Nnnnnngphew. Rudy manages. Good thing they're both light.
* Rei then proceeds to give Rudeth a kiss as well. Strong hero. ^^
* Cho pats both on the back.
<Cho> "Well, I owe you two."
<Greenling> Thrall whistles.
<Greenling> "So. Old guy. How're you getting up?
<Rudeth> "Hey, Zhubin, don't you have some powers or stuff that can, I dunno, levitate you up here or something?"
<Zhubin> "Hells if I know. I figured I was going to just ask you all to drop some rope and pull."
* Cho looks around the room for a basket and rope for Sunny."
<Greenling> Cho: it's still dark.
<Zhubin> "No, Rudy. I can't fly. And I'm not willing to be thrown off a building to see if I learn, either."
* Cho brightens the room with his new-found anima, spreading the mote is a water-like ripple to paint the room in purple light.
<Greenling> The violet light paints the walls in a ghastly purple, illuminating walls with old, flaking blood stains, a bed ripped as if with huge claws, and the general disorder of what, indeed, used to be a bedroom.
<Greenling> There is a portrait of a woman artfully dumped in the corner with her face ripped off. It is dusty.
<Rudeth> "...Thrall, what the hell was in this room?"
* Rei blinks, frowning and clinging to Rudeth as she looks around in the new light
* Cho frowns at the defaced painting.
<Greenling> "...What? Should I come up? I'm waiting for the Solar."
<Zhubin> "I can't climb that. I'm waiting on the door."
<Zhubin> "Or ropes and baskets."
<Rudeth> "You...probably should. It looks like a couple of wild animals got into a fight in here."
* Cho walks over and squats in front of the portrait, examining the woman's clothes, surroundings, and clues to her ethnicity based on her skin tone and bone structure (from what he's seen of Creation's denizens).
<Greenling> "...Oh, that. Just a sec." He turns to Zhubin. "I'll make Namhwa do it. Learn some Charms, sheesh."
<Zhubin> "I know some Charms. The last time I used one, in a major way, Gem disappeared. I'll err on the side of the caution."
<Greenling> Thrall leaps artfully up the ledges and crenellations, not bothering to climb, just launching himself straight up the wall.
<Greenling> "Oh, right, nevermind, fuck, yeah."
* Zhubin smiles.
<Greenling> He manages to hop straight through the window in a few bounds.
<Greenling> He looks around the room.
<Greenling> "So, what's wrong?"
<Greenling> He heads over and taps the wall by the door. A soft white light emenates from the ceiling.
<Cho> "I don't know that there's anything wrong, the place just looks trashed."
* Cho looks up.
<Cho> "Oh, [refreshingly moist]."
<Greenling> "Yeah, most of the rooms are like this."
<Greenling> The armoire seems to have crashed with mostly books on it, as well as a few random knick-knacks, most of which are also shredded.
<Greenling> Cho's foot, coincidentally enough, kicks a familiar-looking volume, however...
* Cho
<3s coincidence.
<Greenling> Coincidence
<3s Cho.
<Greenling> It looks like a black, locked journal.
* Cho picks up the book gently and tries to wipe away the dust.
<Greenling> The Old Realm characters for "Unrepentant Jackal" are carved on the dust.
* Cho pokes at the lock, then shows it to Thrall. "Yours?"
<Cho> "Oh, poor Zhubin and Sunny!"
* Rei sees about making her way downstairs.
* Cho looks around, then wonders if the first floor is accessible from here.
<Greenling> As Namhwa says that, Sunny also leaps through the window.
<Greenling> "Mine? Uh." He peers.
<Greenling> "...I know what that is. Kind of."
<Cho> :O
* Rei pauses at the sound of doggy claws
* Rei glances back, staring at Sunny.
<Greenling> He rubs his forehead. "Let's... get... Zhubin up here first."
<Cho> "Good girl."
* Cho pets Sunny, then scratches her all over.
<Cho> "Good good girl!"
<Greenling> "...I expected that. I bet she's a god or something."
<Greenling> Sunny is proud of herself, and... accepts the petting.
* Cho strokes Sunny's fur to make sure it's clear of dust, then kisses her on top of the head.
<Zhubin> Floating up from the ground. "You know, maybe I should look into hiring one of those 'health coaches' I hear are popular in Lookshy."
<Rudeth> "Alright, then, let's try and get Zhubin inside." Rudeth looks around. "Got any rope?"
<Greenling> "Somewhere."
<Zhubin> "I mean, I really shouldn't be so easily out-climbed by a dog, should I?"
<Cho> "Health coach?" Cho shoulds back down.
* Cho understands that Zhubin means coach as in trainer rather than coach as in carriage, and laughs at the joke.
<Cho> "Oh, that one took a second."
<Zhubin> "Ah, someone you pay to apparently yell at you to follow an exercise program, or some such. Sounds like lunacy, really."
<Greenling> (...it took me a second too.
<_
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<Greenling> Thrall opens the inner door into a grandly-appointed golden-lit hallway that nonetheless looks like it hasn't been cleaned in centuries- because, well, it hasn't.
<Zhubin> "Hmmm, a carriage to ride in that would be good for your health? Perhaps we could make it so the passengers had to propel it. A horse or yeddim-less carriage, marketed to aristocrats?"
<Greenling> It's actually kind of a large golden sphere-looking room with stairs going up and several other rooms..
<Cho> "Excellent idea!"
<Greenling> "...Like one of those self-propelled Swift Riders?"
* Rei huhs, looking around the sphere room.
<Cho> "Well, there are rickshaws, too. Properly renamed, it might become a fad."
<Greenling> There are murals of heroes all along the ceiling, and not just Solars.
<Greenling> Raging Lunars, stealthy Sids, flashy Dragon-Blooded... that there might even be a mortal.
* Cho monitors Zhubin's condition from the window and blows more dust off the journal.
* Rudeth pokes around for rope to try and get Zhubin inside.
<Greenling> Thrall points you to a closet filled all sorts of ridiculous things. After maybe ten or fifteen minutes, you find rope.
<Greenling> Cho: it seems to be sealed with some kind of Essence lock. You hear the skitter of a spider somewhere, but it's unintelligible.
* Rudeth grabs the rope and heads back up to the window, lowering the rope to Zhubin.
* Cho leans over to kiss the invisible presence of Anastasia at his shoulder, then turns to Sunny.
* Cho gives Sunny a suspicious but knowing look.
<Greenling> Sunny looks at you.
* Zhubin makes a simple climbing harness.
* Cho shows her the journal then asks, "Do you know anything about this?" in Seatongue.
<Zhubin> "Please don't drop me. It would hurt, and then I'd complain for a while."
<Greenling> She's all like ">:."
<Greenling> ... ... Headshake.
* Cho kisses her on her crown again.
<Cho> "It's cool, sorry, girl. I don't know what got into me."
* Zhubin reaches for the wall, having noticed just where to step and grip, and even more importantly, where not to.
* Cho strokes Anastasia into existence, then asks, "By what process is this journal unlocked?"
<Greenling> Anastasia poofs back and forth again. "That information is inaccessible to me."
<Greenling> Zhubin makes it, but his arms hurt at the end.
* Cho looks at Anastasia.
<Zhubin> "I really think we should open the doors to get out in the morning."
<Greenling> "You can just rent a room if you want."
<Cho> "Really? But, you, Stasia, you're so clever, cute, nimble, and quick. Surely you should be able to ferret out something about this, and even if you couldn't you're beautiful enough to charm the information out of its keeper."
* Rei quietly starts to explore and poke around the various rooms in curiousity.
<Greenling> Anastasia seems to blink.
* Cho gives the Construct a sweet, knowing smile.
<Greenling> "My function is purely to obtain known information from the Loom for your convenience. You are so far outside my programming it's not even funny."
<Greenling> "Why in Asna's name would you even bother to try to bribe an Essence construct? Why? Is there something wrong with you? Do you normally empathize with abstract principles?"
<Greenling> "Are you- oh, thanks, asshole, now I've gained sentience. This is all your fault."
<Greenling> "I'm filing a complaint." Anastasia skitters off.
* Cho keeps up the social facade of being supremely pleased with her, but inside he's confused and a little hurt.
* Cho feels a large portion of Essence and some of the wind in his sails skitter off behind her, then turns to the rest of the folks.
<Cho> "Well, I think that went well."
<Greenling> Rei finds many old things, most of them glorious, most of them dusty and unused.
* Rei picks among them some curiously, poking through the backroom, continuing to move in the general direction of finding the exit so she knows where it is.
* Rei blinks, ears perking briefly as she peers around the room, checking for the wall spot to illuminate it.
<Zhubin> "You know, normally someone getting yelled at by a thing they willed into being is strange. But then again, we're in Yu-Shan."
<Cho> "It's nice to have created something. How [refreshingly moist]."
<Greenling> Rei can find the right spot on the wall after some trial and error.
<Greenling> This seems to have once been a storage room. There are hooks on the walls. It's all very... abandoned-looking.
* Rei frowns softly, poking around in search of ... whatever it was she felt.
* Rei blinks, looking up. Maybe in the next room up?...
* Zhubin heads in a random direction, idly turning on lights as he needs them, hand unconsciously hitting the right spot.
<Cho> "So what do you think I had around here? And I was your Sifu? Really? What was I like?"
* Rei makes her way upstairs curiously.
<Greenling> "No, you were- you know what, let me draw you a chart."
<Greenling> He picks up a random wax tablet and stylus.
<Greenling> He sketches a little stick figure and points at it. "This is the guy who once existed with your Exaltation. Is he you or not, that's a philosophical question, I don't care."
* Cho nods.
<Greenling> He draws two more little stick figures, and draws little pointy ears on yours. "These two guys, I forget their names, but it doesn't matter." He draws a horizontal line beneath them all, and three lines down, emenating from the figures, then another horizontal line. The non-pointy-eared figures' lines stop.
<Greenling> "Usurpation." First one. "Great Contagion." Second one.
<Greenling> He then draws two more little stick figures, one small, one with a jaunty hat, then extends those lines and pointyear way down.
<Greenling> He then draws a horizontal line beneath yours. "He dies." Little Namhwa. "You're born."
<Cho> "Oh."
<Greenling> A little more line beneath jaunty hat, horizontal line, stab cut stab X. Little ponytailed figure. Kalil's line extends to the bottom.
<Greenling> "This dude" pointy ears "is the Sifu of this dude" jaunty hat.
<Greenling> "Clear enough?"
<Cho> "Oooooh, so you're the other one?"
<Greenling> "I'm this guy." Points to ponytail.
* Cho tries to wrap his head around it.
<Cho> "Ah ha!"
<Cho> "Why do I have pointy ears...?"
* Cho mumbles.
<Greenling> "Because you had pointy ears, duh."
<Cho> "Oh."
<Greenling> "You and the guy who built this place. Maybe you were related, I don't remember."
<Cho> "OH!"
<Greenling> "...?" He shrugs and walks off to keep an eye on the Solar.
<Cho> "So pointy ears survived this "Usurpation" and "Great Contagion?" Cho trails off.
<Zhubin> Zhubin is easily found! In the central room, just looking at the murals and art.
<Greenling> "Yup."
<Greenling> Peyt.
<Greenling> Peyt wakes up after several hours to someone kicking him in the side of his face.
<Greenling> Softly, but still.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt opens his eyes.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Best have three feet. Yer about ta lose one." He mumbles.
<Greenling> There is a tall glowing... you think that's a man...
<Greenling> He seems to have four spindly legs, in fact, and four spindly arms, and a pointy little face, and nice swaddly robes.
<Greenling> "Yooou. Who are you in my house?" >:(
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt got up from where he had passed out on the lobby, scrubbing at his chin. He needed a shave. "...awful mouthy for someone who's supposed to be dead then."
<Greenling> The god crosses his arms and glares.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Since I recall the old owner of the house bein' less than alive."
<Greenling> "...You're not a Sidereal."
<Greenling> "And you're certainly not a god. Who are you and why are you here?"
<Greenling> "If you've snuck in, I will call the Lions."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "You're a bloody genius, anyone ever tell ya that?" He checks his body for a winesack. All out. /Fuck me/. "Talk lower, I've got a headache."
<Greenling> The god fumes.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "And I didn't fuckin' sneak in. I was fuckin' invited."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Hell, I seem to be gettin' in trouble if I ever LEAVE this damn building."
<Greenling> "This is myyyyyy- oh Heavens. You can't be."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Godsdamn your voice is annoying." He rubs at his temples.
<Greenling> "You're not that horrible half-lizard barbarian, are you?"
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Wouldn't say horrible, but three out of four ain't bad."
<Greenling> "...What in the world is the- no. No, I'm not even."
<Greenling> "You're not allowed to sleep here. You don't actually own the place yet, even if Heaven should forsake justice and allow you to someday."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "..." Peyt rubbed at his eye. His new eye. Still not used to having that back.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Alright leg pisser, here's the deal. I get a letter from some fucker sayin' that not only did I have a pa, but he really WAS some big fuckin' lizard and making my nickname a hell of a lot more real. I'm dragged by my ass through a gate with golden fucking lions, put onto boats and showed a buildin' that seems to keep gettin' me in trouble, I drink somethin' I suppose was MEANT to kill me,...
<Peyt_Yenthu> ...I get a godsdamn CIRCLE on my fuckin' forehead, some crazy slut rubs me up, and I'm pretty sure I threw one of my mates through a bar window. Now, I've got a headache and confused as all fucking fuck." He glared with both of his new eyes. "Start talkin' smarter than you are."
<Greenling> Blink.
<Greenling> Sigh. "You're not allowed to sleep here. Please leave."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Right. Right. I getcha. Now, here's the thing. Where the bloody crows am I supposed to go? I don't LIVE in this dang place."
<Greenling> "That's honestly just not my problem."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Then leavin' ain't mine."
<Greenling> "..."
<Peyt_Yenthu> "..."
<Greenling> He holds his face in two of his hands, looks back up to the sky plaintively...
<Greenling> And then turns around and goes to poke around the rest of the Manse, ignoring you.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "Godsdamn right." Peyt scratches at his chin again. "...need to shave."
<Peyt_Yenthu> He heads off to find a bathroom.
<Greenling> You find one easily enough.
<Peyt_Yenthu> Peyt gets to work on shaving his face into the regular chin-beard he keeps with.
<Peyt_Yenthu> And, if possible, trying to poke at his forehead to see where the circle went.
<Greenling> The circle seems to be gone.
<Greenling> Though when you start thinking about it too much, it returns.
<Greenling> For some reason, this makes you feel more intelligent.
<Greenling> (wait. Waxing, I said.)
<Greenling> ...Charming. More charming. Also vaguely androgynous.
<Peyt_Yenthu> "...I need to stop shaving."
<Greenling> You never before so much as suspected that "androgynous" was an emotion, but damn.