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🧙 WHO: Din and you
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests!
🕒 WHEN: Throughout the month!
🗺️ WHERE: All over town!
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possibly some violence
[A - Sir Fuzzlerton]
[Din looks decidedly out of place.
This isn't the first time he's done this sort of job. It's just that usually he's looking for the type of people who hang out in dark dingy bars where he has to fight his way through to the target. (And then fight the target, because there's a lot of people who would be happy to throw hands with a Mandalorian. They usually regret it).
Searching for a target in a brightly lit cafe where he's almost reluctant to move for fear of stepping on one of the creatures is definitely out of his usual wheelhouse. But a job is a job. He'll walk up to the counter and hold up a picture.]
You seen a rabbit that looks like this one.
[B - Farming]
i - In the Fields]
[It's almost idyllic in a way, working on a farm. Plowing the fields, moving hay bales, tasks that make you feel like you've done something at the end of the day. It reminds him of Sorgen, but without having to train villagers to fight. He tries not to think too much about Sorgen. That was another time and he didn't want to bring any more trouble that they already had.
For now there's other things to not think about. Like the way he pushed one bale of hay into another without touching it, or the fact that they both exploded and he needs to clean it up.]
[ii - Trip Time]
[He lacks a totem, so it's the old fashioned way of travelling for him. Which he doesn't mind. Magic is proving to be a little bit too much at the moment. But it looks like nice weather regardless. He looks at the wagon.]
You driving or am I?
[C - Greg the Goblin]
[Now, this is closer to his usual line of work. While Din can't claim to really take any pleasure in the job, it's just more familiar ground. Something he can work with as he attempts to figure out this weird world he's found himself in. And maybe a fight will clear his head. And 50,000 gold is nothing to sneeze at.
He makes his way into the bar and up to the counter to survey the scene. He's used to the looks he gets from his armour, though he doubts that here they recognize the value of beskar. Which is probably a good thing in this case. He doesn't order anything, mostly just takes stock of the bar, noting the target and any potential allies.]
⚔️️ WHAT: Quests!
🕒 WHEN: Throughout the month!
🗺️ WHERE: All over town!
⚠️ WARNINGS: Possibly some violence
[A - Sir Fuzzlerton]
[Din looks decidedly out of place.
This isn't the first time he's done this sort of job. It's just that usually he's looking for the type of people who hang out in dark dingy bars where he has to fight his way through to the target. (And then fight the target, because there's a lot of people who would be happy to throw hands with a Mandalorian. They usually regret it).
Searching for a target in a brightly lit cafe where he's almost reluctant to move for fear of stepping on one of the creatures is definitely out of his usual wheelhouse. But a job is a job. He'll walk up to the counter and hold up a picture.]
You seen a rabbit that looks like this one.
[B - Farming]
i - In the Fields]
[It's almost idyllic in a way, working on a farm. Plowing the fields, moving hay bales, tasks that make you feel like you've done something at the end of the day. It reminds him of Sorgen, but without having to train villagers to fight. He tries not to think too much about Sorgen. That was another time and he didn't want to bring any more trouble that they already had.
For now there's other things to not think about. Like the way he pushed one bale of hay into another without touching it, or the fact that they both exploded and he needs to clean it up.]
[ii - Trip Time]
[He lacks a totem, so it's the old fashioned way of travelling for him. Which he doesn't mind. Magic is proving to be a little bit too much at the moment. But it looks like nice weather regardless. He looks at the wagon.]
You driving or am I?
[C - Greg the Goblin]
[Now, this is closer to his usual line of work. While Din can't claim to really take any pleasure in the job, it's just more familiar ground. Something he can work with as he attempts to figure out this weird world he's found himself in. And maybe a fight will clear his head. And 50,000 gold is nothing to sneeze at.
He makes his way into the bar and up to the counter to survey the scene. He's used to the looks he gets from his armour, though he doubts that here they recognize the value of beskar. Which is probably a good thing in this case. He doesn't order anything, mostly just takes stock of the bar, noting the target and any potential allies.]
A!
it just so happens that the rabbit she's crouched down in front of and gently petting is the wanton Sir Fuzzlerton himself. he's taken a break from his escapades to nibble on some of the lettuce Klee has offered him in exchange for letting her stroke his royally-coiffed fur. ]
You're so much fuzzier than all of the other bunnies... do you take lots of baths?
[ she's taken no notice of Din at the front desk. why would she when there's so many fluffy rabbits to pet? ]
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It's a step forward, if nothing else.
It is, not the easiest thing for him to make his way over, in a largely non-threatening manner but eventually he kneels down beside her.]
Do you mind if I see that rabbit?
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thankfully, she doesn't seem to be threatened by the large man despite his intimidating-looking armor. she looks up at him curiously, obviously assuming that he's here to pet the rabbits, too. as such, she rips off a piece of the lettuce leaf she has in her hand and offers it to him. ]
Take this! He'll like you more if you give him a snack.
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At least his presence has scared anyone off. the last thing he needs right now is a chase.]
They eat this?
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Uh-huh! Bunnies like crunchy greens, like lettuce and celery.
[ the large rabbit seems hesitant at first, but slowly takes the plunge and nibbles on the lettuce leaf Din offers it. ] You did it! Now just wait a little longer, and I bet he'll let you pet him.
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What about picking him up? Is that allowed to?
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If you're gentle! But some bunnies don't like it, so you have to be careful.
[ the fluffy mess in question doesn't seem to mind too much when Klee carefully hoists his forelimbs onto her lap, giving her a closer angle to pet him. ] There! That's'a good boy!
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Without really thinking about it, he'll reach over and scratch the head of another bunny who has decided to get curious.]
I don't know if you noticed, but that one doesn't seem to look like the rest of the rabbits here.
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[ he's got ears, and a nose, and fur... well, actually, he has quite a bit of fur. more than any of the other bunnies in the cafe, that's for sure. she takes a minute to process it, looking between the rabbit in her lap and the one that Din is handling. ]
Oh... I think I get it! It's 'cuz his fur is really long and fuzzy, right? Plus he's the softest one in the entire cafe! I checked!
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[He might be giving said rabbit scratches behind its ears right now.]
See, the thing is, I've been asked to look for a rabbit like that. I think he might be lost.
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[ Klee looks between him and the rabbit, furrowing her brow. in a way, it makes sense - the way that this bunny's fur is groomed and primed does make him stand out from the rest of the cafe flock, but that's also a very likely story for a bunny thief. she wants to trust Din's word at face value, but this warrants a little more investigation!
she stands, putting her hands on her hips. serious Klee is in the building. ]
Stay here, and don't move! Both of you! [ and she scampers over to the front counter. time to do some fact-checking. ]
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[Which isn't entirely a lie, and a suddenly very familiar quest for him. Although, this one doesn't involve tracking down Jedi with next to no clues. But he nods as Klee stands.
He'll stay here, hoping his plan has worked. Otherwise, he's going to have to come up with something else really quick.]
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once she's done, she returns to Din with a nod. ]
The lady at the counter said she doesn't recognize this bunny... so I believe you! [ she smiles! you pass, sir. ] What's his name?
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Sir...Fuzzleton, I think. Something like that.
I have to get him home. His owners are looking for him.
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Fuzzleton? That's such a cute name! [ she kneels down, giving him another pet. ] If you're a "sir", that means you're a knight, just like me!
[ she rises from her feet and looks up at Din with hope in her eyes. ]
Can Klee come with you? He's my friend, so I wanna make sure he gets home safe.
[ she has just now decided that she and Sir Fuzzleton are friends, from the ten minutes she's spent with him. it's a true bond! ]
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Yeah, alright.
[There's a mix of exasperation and indulgence in his voice. It's probably not going to cost him anything. Hopefully.]
I don't suppose you know if there's something to carry him in here? I've been looking for him for a while and I don't want him escaping again.
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Yay! [ she smiles brightly, giving a little jump of excitement! ] I bet I can ask for a carrier - don't move!
[ and there she goes to the front desk again, bothering the nice lady to borrow one of their mobile cages. after a bit of waiting, she returns to Din's side while lugging a carrier that looks slightly too cumbersome for her to carry on her own. ]
This should be good... right?
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Though, with the help she's being, he might have to offer her a cut of the payment.]
That should work fine. I'll carry it, so you want to make sure the little guy's safe in there?
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Okay! [ carefully, she sets the carrier down and opens the caged door to help ease the rabbit in. it takes a bit of patience, some nudging, and a little more lettuce, but he's eventually urged in. ] There we go... good boy! You're on your way home!
[ her smile sinks a bit for a moment as she realizes that they'll have to say goodbye soon, but she swallows it down and looks up at Din expectantly. ]
Do you know where he lives?
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I do. And his owners will be very glad to have him back.
[And if there's a lot of little fuzzlertons running around later, well, he did his best.]
I think he's even got some friends waiting for him there.