Posts from ☀️ Arselia and Akonia Auto-translated

- You draw quickly, even for a talented artist. Are you a genius? Or is this just normal for you? I can't draw myself, but theoretically, it seems like it should take a long time. You probably wouldn't gain much from attending art school.
Visually analyzes the two-dimensional creation.
- Shiris... Shiris... Oh! - he taps his fist against his palm. - Osiris! Yes, yes, that definitely makes sense... - he nods thoughtfully, pleased with his linguistic discovery. - Hmm, what were you talking about? Oh, right. We shouldn't dismiss that possibility; anything is possible in our world. But this hypothesis can also be scaled down and applied more locally - perhaps the costume was simply brought in by some foreign merchant from afar and then spread throughout Calcite. Perhaps theologians or astrologers even have some kind of rule of thumb on this topic, something along the lines of "don't explain something with extraterrestrial influence when it can be explained by foreign influence." Although, you know, it's more likely that their rule is the opposite, because in that format, it also increases their own importance. I think the key to the solution lies in understanding the very nature of the connection between rabbits and luck. Perhaps there used to be some superstitions related to this, something like "seeing a rabbit in the morning forest brings good luck." Therefore, we can confirm or refute the extraterrestrial hypothesis by confirming or refuting the trade-related, local hypothesis. But that's a task for state-funded scientists. As for the drawing, I must say that you've once again managed to play with perspective quite well. When I look at it, I get the feeling that it's about to crush me, but that feeling is still not strong enough to overshadow the upper half of the canvas, which is more detailed and illuminated, and thus seems to pull me out of the heavy water into which I am plunging headfirst," he adds after a pause. "...however, it's strange that this Shiris doesn't have ears. Is this just your vision, or is she always depicted this way? Maybe that merchant dropped her ears in the quicksand? We'll never know the whole truth.

Faced with the fact that 30 intelligence and 25 perception don't allow her to handle what seemed like a trivial task, the knight lowered her head because she felt embarrassed...

-- I'm about 70% sure that this is someone's joke and I just had to close the gate, but... It's still unpleasant to realize that even if the task were real, I wouldn't be able to handle it because I can't really distinguish the voices of people I know, -- she said quietly. -- Am I really that clueless?

-- Let's say it's Sir Ty with an important message.

- No. This is the last attempt.

look through the peephole

- Did you know that this outfit originated in Calcite, specifically in the cult that worships the goddess of luck, Shiris?

And Alaria suspected it!

if you don't answer, the headquarters will explode...

Look through the peephole.

As we already established last time, eyes are not appreciated here.

"Interesting. A maniac would simply agree. Maybe it's Zlobynya who suddenly came for the tests?
....
No, but this brazen doctor will get what he deserves, and the others don't really have any particular reason to visit. Even Amchik and the master never came on their own."

-- Hmm, I wonder why I can't just open the door, hmm? -- Erephir asked, feigning curiosity. -- Well, maybe Doctor Zlobynya decided to come by for the research results. And if we're listing everyone, his assistant might be there too?"

It turns out that this is just Kripp recovering, and you greet him like that. 😔

- On average, it takes me eight hours to complete one drawing, although it's somewhat problematic to do that on a train... But yes, the sum of my conditional units of intelligence equals fifty-eight, which is higher than that of most other people. - The artist listened to the scientist's theories with great interest, and then slapped himself on the forehead. - Damn it, I completely forgot about the ears! Well... you could say she's just in the process of getting dressed and hasn't had time to put this accessory on her head yet...
- Oh, what's going on here? - Gnillmud appeared behind the priestess and the artist. - Oh! And as always, you see right through things," he says to the "bitch," "I wouldn't mind her crushing me either."
- Actually, we're talking about something important here, Hein. - The artist replied. - Isn't that right, Myco-sama?

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- Hmm, I wonder why I can't just open the door, hmm? - Erephir asked in a feigned tone. - Well, maybe it's Doctor Evil who decided to come and check on the research results. And if we list everyone, his assistant might be there too?

- That's right, it's Doctor Evil and his assistant, Metarma.

Fyr opens the door, ready to duck or jump back depending on who initiates the attack. No, not from Zlobnya and Metarma, but just in case.

-- Good evening again, am I correct in understanding that I am entitled to a reward for guessing correctly?

Fyr opens the door, preparing to duck or jump back, depending on who initiates the attack. No, not from Zlobina and Metarma, but just in case.

-- Good evening again, am I correct in assuming that I am entitled to a reward for guessing? )

- Dream on. It's good for emotional health and mental stability.
Behind the door were the doctor and his assistant.

"Oh, it seems they decided to bring us the fourth test as well, haha! Actually, he probably came to check the results, not waiting for our visit. But maybe he'll find an 'interesting case' in the form of Zosmer, hehe."
Alaria greeted the psychiatrist and her familiar assistant with a respectful nod.

- Dream. It's good for emotional health and mental stability.
Behind the door were the doctor and his assistant.

-- There's no need to rationalize your spontaneous desire to play a small mini-game, doctor; we are all people who enjoy experiences... Well, you two can come in. Or do you just want to hand over what you're looking for?

"I wonder, does Erephir realize that these door games were probably not just a game, but rather an improvised method of psychoanalysis on the part of Mr. Zlobnin?"
Before the doctor decided whether or not to cross the threshold of the headquarters, Alaria held back on offering tea or coffee.