'Kashiwa Hatsu' (
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Finding a House in this Market is... HARD....
WHO: Hatsu, and YOU
WHAT: Hatsu's carving his room outta the ice! ...Probably.
WHEN: ONE DAY A CALENDAR...WILL EXIST.
WHERE: Sealeo Inn
WARNINGS: Noneeeeexcept for Hatsu's mild cursing. Bad tree.
This way mister, end of the hall is over here!
[Finding the Inn in Illumina wasn't especially difficult. Outside, it was an enormous building carved right from the ice, with strings of lights moving directly up to it. Inside, it was also rather simple. There was a dining hall, a number of rooms available for rent, an office...
...And plenty of space for more, or so he was told. Sealeo had sent their daughter as guide when Hatsu came in, and he was now following a rather eager little one that was literally rolling around with a torch in her mouth.]
Ahaha...you might want to calm down kid, that fire is kind of...
Yeah make sure you don't touch it mister, you're grass type!
Gr- [There were types?! Before he can so much as ask he's shown a wall, the torch somehow slipped into a hook at the side.]
Here you are mister! Just carve yourself a room and it's all yours!
Er...carve..?
Yep! Good luck~!
AUHHHeY HEY WAIT! [Hatsu's shouts fall on deaf ears-or rather, no ears at all, as the spheal has long since rolled off back down the hall by the time the phantump can start protesting. In her absence, he's left turning back to sigh at the wall.] ...Right...let's get started I guess...
[..........................
....About a few hours later, cursing can be heard from the hall.]
COME ON BARELY A CHIP!?
[Along with the sounds of something hitting the ice.] AUUGH I'm giving it everything I've got just. CRACK. BREAK. SOMETHING, I need a room!
[....]
Come onnnnnnn...
[.....]
OOOOHhhhh this would be SO much easier with my guns..!
[This is not going very well, as one can see.]
WHAT: Hatsu's carving his room outta the ice! ...Probably.
WHEN: ONE DAY A CALENDAR...WILL EXIST.
WHERE: Sealeo Inn
WARNINGS: Noneeeeexcept for Hatsu's mild cursing. Bad tree.
This way mister, end of the hall is over here!
[Finding the Inn in Illumina wasn't especially difficult. Outside, it was an enormous building carved right from the ice, with strings of lights moving directly up to it. Inside, it was also rather simple. There was a dining hall, a number of rooms available for rent, an office...
...And plenty of space for more, or so he was told. Sealeo had sent their daughter as guide when Hatsu came in, and he was now following a rather eager little one that was literally rolling around with a torch in her mouth.]
Ahaha...you might want to calm down kid, that fire is kind of...
Yeah make sure you don't touch it mister, you're grass type!
Gr- [There were types?! Before he can so much as ask he's shown a wall, the torch somehow slipped into a hook at the side.]
Here you are mister! Just carve yourself a room and it's all yours!
Er...carve..?
Yep! Good luck~!
AUHHHeY HEY WAIT! [Hatsu's shouts fall on deaf ears-or rather, no ears at all, as the spheal has long since rolled off back down the hall by the time the phantump can start protesting. In her absence, he's left turning back to sigh at the wall.] ...Right...let's get started I guess...
[..........................
....About a few hours later, cursing can be heard from the hall.]
COME ON BARELY A CHIP!?
[Along with the sounds of something hitting the ice.] AUUGH I'm giving it everything I've got just. CRACK. BREAK. SOMETHING, I need a room!
[....]
Come onnnnnnn...
[.....]
OOOOHhhhh this would be SO much easier with my guns..!
[This is not going very well, as one can see.]
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At least before I could just brute force my way through with a tree or something...
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Heh, wouldn't that be convenient. Whatever it is they use for money around here...
Did you get shrunk a lot here too?
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Best as I can tell I'm a lot less living and a lot more legless.
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What, you're some kinda...tree ghost or somethin'?
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[BEHOLD, his hand can be forced through the ice.]
Be a lot greater if everything else wasn't getting stuck. Intangibility feels skeevy as hell too, I'm not sleeping like that if I can help it, [He adds, shuddering.]
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Man, and I thought astral projection was useless. I don't wanna think about getting stuck in a wall.
Ghost things here can't possess people, right?
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And then he grins.] NAHHHH probably not!
I mean I'm still able to eat and all that, so I'm probably not ACTUALLY dead right?
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[Don't mind him just. Scooting back a bit. Looking a bit unsettled.]
Yeah...let's not put that to the test. Don't wanna risk getting stuck half inside someone else, right?
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Who even knows what side effects that'd have....
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Most painful three-legged race ever?
Really bad indigestion?
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[HIHHHHHH!! More shuddering.]
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Oh man...talk about creepy.
And imagine all the stuff you don't want people to know that they'd see that way.
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Consider yourselves safe! [Nod...nod...
...He has more things he wants to himself, probably.]
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Let's just hope there ain't no ghosts from around here that wanna try.
How about we just not think about that?
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The ghost shivers.] I'm not too keen on trying at this wall again for a while though-maybe finding something that breathes fire would be an idea.
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Chow's having a pretty easy time of it with those kicks of his and being a feathery space heater...maybe we could cut a deal.
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Sadly plot says he'll get the robin's help, but-]What, you guys have a room already?
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Pretty much, he was about half done when we heard you making a fuss over here.
He's sendin' ice flyin' all over the place with just his talons.
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This sounds like an act that I can't supervise.
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Yeah, why do you think we're over here? Dude's going a bit postal in here.
Probably blowin' off steam after bein' stuck in the slammer for so long-oof!
[Apparently getting smacked over the head with the wrist of a wing hurts when you're half the size of the bird. Who would've guessed?]
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Oops...
Well, good thing you don't have any proof of anything, and even if you did it wouldn't mean anything because we were let outta the clink fair and square, huh?
hatsu deserves more jailtime than they got tbh :[
he just didn't get caught]For that matter, why bother with the clip? [he chuckles, grinning.]
Well...technically their original sentence was fifty years, before they talked to Captain Black :D
You'd be amazed to find out how many conclusions people can jump to when they know you've got a bad history with the law, alright? Don't need a neighbor hovering around waiting for us to put a to outta line.
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[He's making big assumptions but he's got good reason.]
Fair enough though-I'd figure talking to someone considering open fire to carve a room out would give me away as less the sort though..!
I have NO clue what kind of strings he pulled to get that reduced when he put them on parole...
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just go drinking with gods of fire and party just do it-