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🐱🐲: Yay, they returned Eric's monocle!
🎪🏹: It's unfair! She's not guilty of anything! Those police wolves are a disgrace! Calcite is trash!
⛓️♿: I don't understand... Genzu was caught red-handed... And tortured... And he not only didn't get injured, but he also lost fewer stats than others... How does this work?
🐱🐲: You don't want to know.
🎪🏹: Almost everyone suffered from this lawlessness! The police should be thrown in jail!!! I demand compensation for moral damages!!!
⛓️♿: Here, take this.
🎪🏹: Oh, rotten tomatoes! Now I have something to throw! 🍅🍅🍅
🐱🐲: Just don't put them next to the popcorn, okay?
- Summer, black, grilled scorpions on a stick, Nef... No, gentlemen and ladies from Neferia are not familiar to me, I am not that old.
—Old? Oh, not at all. Sir Ostrolord, my respects. —tips an imaginary hat. —People like you are what hold Asuguh together. I think that's enough to give the world your most positive and engaging Adventurous characteristic.
—Older? Oh, not at all. Sir Ostrolord, my respects. —tips an imaginary hat. —People like you are what hold Asuguh together. I think that's more than enough to give the world your most positive and engaging Adventurous characteristic.
- Thank you, - Ostrolord was inwardly pleased that his investments in Asmidul today promised to pay off, - I will be very grateful to you for that.
Added 15 minutes later We need to generally bring Kamistella and Asmidul forward in time. Heroist, if you want, I can check part of the locations in the background with a detector, but if you want to manually explore the entire country, you can safely refuse.
On the way to Sugar, Linshi’s detector remains inactive. Upon arriving at the Asmidul transport station, he confirms that there is no reaction even to the city itself.
Calcite falls asleep, Camistella awakens.
“A black dagger into the black mouth of a black knight, you cursed scoundrel!” the lunar greeted the new day. “Tear his black backside with black scrymes!”
Cursing desperately and kicking everything in her path, Camistella makes her way to Erish.
“Hello,” she said with a sweet smile. “Work awaits! It’s time for us to go to the report in Shingen!”
With these words, the lunar set off to prepare for her journey to the Guild of Wonders.
🐱🐲: Do you have a potion that reduces height? I'd drink it! 🎪🏹: And what about a potion that increases height, but only for men, if you catch my drift? ⛓️♿: Ahem. What's that supposed to mean, could you explain? 🎪🏹: Relax, Guiyosh, I'm just kidding. I'm perfectly happy with you as you are. ⛓️♿: Not a very good joke... 🎪🏹: I didn't mean it that way, I'm just being playful... Sorry. ⛓️♿: Okay, let's move on. 🐱🐲: A magical towel is a cool idea. I should buy one for Erika. 🎪🏹: We should buy some magical underwear and give it to Camistella! 🐱🐲: Hehe. ⛓️♿: I thought you had already forgotten about those underwear...
It's clear how it works if you just think about it.
John ibn Zabiba Smith ran through dozens, even hundreds, of scenarios and plans in his head during his time in prison, but none of them came to fruition – neither the most nightmarish nor the most optimistic. It was clear how depressed his fellow inmates were, but apart from the harsh confinement itself, they weren't even tortured. He was absolutely certain that the Calcite cannibal – despite his feigned pseudo-nobility, which clearly wasn't his defining trait – would try to pressure him in this way. How Zibab himself would have to act in this situation in the end remains unclear. Should he continue to play the fool until the very end? Suppressing all compassion, which would be quite possible in a situation of complete failure. No one came for him; not that he expected it, it seemed obvious, except perhaps for a very small chance, but no more than that. He was expendable from the very beginning – and he realized this long before he took the oath. All that remained was to buy time – even if Asuguh didn't get what he was counting on, there was a chance that Calcite, and that butcher, would be deprived of it as well, and this not-so-constructive thought kept his mind focused. He had hated Calcite since childhood, and this experience did nothing to change that opinion. As a last resort, if the situation with himself and his fellow inmates took a truly bad turn, he devised a desperate gambit, a kind of final squawk before his inevitable execution, which was aimed at leading the pursuit of the flower seller down a radically different path, blaming one of the "kings" for it, if such a concept was applicable in Calcite, and possibly saving the remaining prisoners. He didn't know for sure where she had disappeared to or with whose help (although the most obvious guess gnawed at his heart and mind), nor whether Ginza would believe it. He thought it was quite possible, but all the plans so far had suffered a fantastically large-scale failure, and it was unlikely that this trend would change. But the thought was comforting.
But it didn't come to that, so to the best of his ability, during the most tedious moments of his imprisonment, he did his best to encourage the inmates: he told silly and funny stories from his life – some invented, some not his own, some true, but not full of facts that could reveal something about himself, which was not always easy to do and required a lot of preliminary thought; he made checkers out of mud, drawing a board on the trampled floor and marking the white pieces with a scrap of cigarette paper that had somehow ended up in his pocket, and so on. As he himself would like to think – sometimes it worked, not least thanks to Scar, who turned out to be a very pleasant guy (it was good that he won the tournament, and not some of Ginza's lackeys or other less worthy individuals!); at other times, it caused obvious irritation among the more negatively inclined inmates. But... isn't cheerful irritation better than the apathy of the dying? And that was what he had to do – mostly out of guilt, but not only that, but also because, having shared a close space with these people, having observed their characters, having listened to and talked to them, he couldn't help but become attached to them. To the thoughtful, distrustful, but at the same time quite nice, pleasant, and fantastically human "witch-little-blonde" Erika (wasn't it her house he almost broke into a year ago? what an embarrassment it would be, thanks to Shiris and, I think, Hisoka, who saved him from this event; plus he absolutely forgave her for the color of her hair), to the straightforward, brash, but sincere and passionate "bar lover" Ushumgall (whose name he would surely learn in time, one way or another), to the "knights," as he called the group of guys who resembled Honor (he even completely suppressed any resentment towards the "nerd" Iliman, which he had after defeating Hisoka – the guy was naive and simple as two rems, and somehow this resonated with him and made him want to support him), and of course to Scar – a seasoned man with surprisingly soft, sentimental, and optimistic traits. There was no doubt that this feeling was not mutual and that they all considered him an absolute scoundrel, a monster, a brute, and a bandit, but nevertheless. Some old, relic feeling from the time he was in a gang, with friends for whom you would give your life. Nothing else.
"I hope I never meet them again and that karma somehow rewards them positively. They have suffered enough for nothing because of me" – this gloomy thought was constantly in his head as he traveled to Sizki. Shortly before arriving, sitting in a secluded corner, Genza carefully checks all his equipment again, every pocket, seam, piece of clothing and bag, every item, every strap with maximum methodicalness – does he feel anything strange or unusual here? Upon exiting the platform, he takes a moment to breathe in the free Asuguh air, then studies the schedule of trains to other cities (+list of Sizki locations), smoking a Sizki – an absolutely forgotten concept – as unobtrusively as possible, listening and looking around, in case he can spot someone following him. Author
and Erika even found a long-lost monocle in her bag
—Oh, this is my new favorite shop in Asuga! —He clapped his hands and surveyed the rows of smoke bombs. —“I never would have thought I’d be grateful for the Calcite market.” —I’ll take a couple of bandit bombs, one or two… hmm… three? —He stops mid-sentence when he spots a growth potion, then greets the shopkeeper in Calcite: —Good day! Hmm… Am I mistaken, or was “Kiss” on the list of items before?
—Oh, this is my new favorite shop in Asuga! —He clapped his hands and surveyed the rows of smoke bombs. —"I never would have thought I'd be grateful for the Calcite market." —I'll take a couple of bandit bombs, one or two... hmm... three? —He stops mid-sentence when he spots a growth potion, then greets the saleswoman in Calcite: —Good day! Hmm... Am I mistaken, or was "Kiss" on the list of goods before?
—The kisses are gone. —He shrugs. —You can leave me your mailing address, and when they're back in stock, I'll send you a notification.