Lord's Rest Inn

*Hello frens*

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*Cut for Tarra.*

 He slaps his back “Well I’ve got ta help get ya one then pardner. Ya ain’t deserve ta be in that house o’ yers alone.”

 He nods “Don’t worry, I’ll pay, order whatever you like and I’ll pay.”

 "Thank you, but no thanks! I'm not lookin' for love, ya know? If someone happens to like me and I like them, well than okay- but- I won't just look for it"

Wind smiles "Thank you"

 He shrugs, sitting down and taking a break from building “If ya say so pardner. I won’t force ya ta find love.” He chuckles.

 Once they order something, Evan pays for it “Don’t thank me, we’re a duo right?”

 "So, how's life been?"

Wind chuckles "Yes, yes we are"

 “Life’s been perfect, everythin’s just working’ out, ya know?”

 He tilts his head, looking into their eyes “W-why did you pick me?”

 "Yeah, I do"

Wind stretches "You, seem pretty chill... oh yeah also, you wanna go shopping?" 

 “How have you been?”

 He shakes slightly, looking back down “T-thank you. I wouldn’t mind to go shopping I guess.”

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*One last ask if anyone else would like to rp? Just making sure.*

 *Shore!* 

 *Because I feel the need to ask, do you want anyone specific?*

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*Hello frens*

 *Hewwo friend :3*

*anyone wanna interact with my little psychopath?*

 An odd disturbance can be felt near the inn. Any electric device nearby flickers on and off in a consistent pattern. .. .----. -- / .... . .-. . 
A small, star-shaped rift opens just outside, and all the disturbances seem to be coming from it

*cut W/ Jester*

Basil stretches "Pretty good, I... uh... it's been good?"

Wind stands up "Okay, so you've been eyeing the skirts and stuff so, what was your favorite?"

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 "Of course. I've never seen anything like it. I should have expected as much from Archduchess Aurelia's domain of delight. I've never met a Fey Lady before though, so I believe I can be excused for that, if I haven't been excused enough this evening." He gives a little chuckle.

 The final act is about to begin. A giant tank of water is suspended from the ceiling by ropes. It has a hatch at the top so it can be opened and closed. It’s open right now, and one of the magicians, the woman, is floating in the tank of water, her head poking out of the top so she can breathe.

”and now, for our final performance, my sister will escape this cage before time runs out… and she drowns! But… she won’t be alone in the tank…” a hatch opens in the ceiling and into the tank drops a live sea serpent wyrmling, as long as the woman is tall. The tank’s hatch closes, and she ducks underwater. The cage begins to fill with bubbles, making it practically impossible to see what’s happening.

 Felix watches. "Have they, uh, done this before?"

 Aurelia looks to him. “Not as far as I can remember… but I wouldn’t worry… they’re trained professionals.”

the male magician looks up at the tank, feigning fear, for the show. After about a minute, he says, “Now, I can’t quite see what’s happening… could I get someone up here, maybe they could see something!” He says to the crowd. He picks someone from the crowd, who has an old camera with them, as if they were a news reporter or something similar. The reporter is a youthful man with brown hair and green eyes. He is brought up to the stage and guided to directly under the tank of water, still bubbling. “Do you see anything?” The magician asks. The reporter, a bit nervous, looks up. He begins to shake his head, “uh-… no-“ he starts. The magician starts to back away a bit, and suddenly, the lights on the stage go off, leaving the tank and the magician and reporter in darkness. A moment later, it flickers back on, and the tank is clear. The magician woman isn’t there, and neither is the sea serpent. Instead, there is the reporter, floating in the tank. While the audience is applauding the trick, the reporter, in the sealed tank, seems to be panicking a bit. The ropes that hold up the tank suddenly don’t seem so strong…