sands of time

How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all?

📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse?

idling | lest/leon

Lest perked up a little bit, when the man mentioned something about his face. He didn’t know what he was expecting, exactly, but he deflated slightly when the man completed his sentence. That sort of reply implied neither recognition, nor any sort of hint to Lest’s identity. Which, to be honest, it was strange that he’d even gotten his hopes up. 

Rather than mope about it, however, Lest put up a friendly smile, listening to the man continue. He was a bit confused about the age remark; How old was this man, exactly? He didn’t look much older than Lest. Still, he let the question go for now, in favor of answering the question posed to him.

“Well, it’s kind of a long story,” Lest began. “…Or, actually, I guess it’s a relatively short story. But, the simple answer is, I don’t know. I guess you could say that I’m also trying to figure out why I’m here, ha ha…”

After all, all signs pointed to Lest not being from here. If he was, he would have surely found someone who recognized him by now. And since he’d put out some requests with the guild to investigate Leuda as well, he felt fairly confident he wasn’t from that region either. Who was he, and why was he here? The only thing he felt he knew for sure was his name. 

“You don’t know...?” He blinked, a brow slightly raised as he couldn’t help but feel perplexed. He sat in silence for a few moments before he let out a sharp laugh, “You’re fooling around with me, eh?”

After his laugh had died down, he shook his head, “You do realize who I am, right? I’m somewhat known around here for being... exceptionally clever. You’re going to have to try a lot harder than that if you want to be convincing.”

DATE: 7/11/2020

[-1500G] For living in the Gigant Inn & Springs.

[+0G] From failing activity check.

a living relic » leon & lily

Before she could reply, the waitress approached with their dishes, looking slightly nervous as she placed Leon’s meal down in front of him. She looked as though she was still waiting for the punchline, to be told that of course he didn’t want poison powder on his meal. Lily smiled at her warmly to let her know that everything was okay and she retreated, still looking confused. 

She shrugged at his query. “Intrigue,” she said, picking up her fork and poking at the pie. Her father had always said he didn’t know whether she lacked a basic danger sense or just didn’t care. “Unfortunately, on this such occasion, I didn’t make it far into the tower before I was overwhelmed. I hadn’t been prepared to find it. But it’s weighed on my mind ever since.” She leaned forward, her eyes sparkling in enthusiasm. “What can you tell me about Leon Karnak?”

Leon hadn’t realized the hunger that’d been gnawing at his stomach until their meal was finally delivered by the waitress. He didn’t wait long until plopping one of the calamari skewers into his mouth, his expression somewhat blank as he considered the taste. The poison added an element of risk, but at the same time, it had a somewhat interesting taste-- almost zesty...

idling | lest/leon

Lest was always a bit short on change. Between rent and always having to buy things other people seemed to already have, due to not suddenly waking up one day with no home or memories, he was always struggling with saving. Thus, even though he preferred to eat out, there were many nights where he would happily take inn food. Especially when it had been a difficult week in the money department. 

Tonight was such a night. Typically he’d eat alone- or more recently, with his new roommate. Thus, he was pleasantly surprised when someone asked to share his company. 

“Sure! I don’t mind,” he said, scooting over to make some room for the other man. Lest was pretty sure he’d seen him around the inn before, but he’d never gotten the opportunity to say hello. Still, Lest was the sort of person who liked to make friends quickly, and he gave an amicable smile as the man settled down with his bread. He found himself a bit confused by the assumptions put forth, however. 

“What makes you think I’m not from around here?” he asked. He’d lived on Arcadia for well over a year now. It was his home- at least, he’d come to think of it as such. And the man, while obviously not knowing the circumstances of Lest’s life, seemed to know that he had been at this inn for a while.

The young man offered the seat with little protest, to which Leon gladly accepted and slid into the space, before stretching his arms that still felt tense after such a long deep sleep. ‘What makes you think I’m not from around here?

“Truth to be told, something about your face hints at ...” He trailed off, tilting his head and staring at the other as if to try to place a label on him.  “... Being somewhat inexperienced with the world... maybe that’s just being young, though.  Not that I’d remember what that’s like.”  The dragon priest shrugged, accompanied by a quick laugh.

DATE: 06/27/2020

[-1500G] For living in the Gigant Inn & Springs.

[+5000G] From winning a swimming race.

treasuresunknown​:

Lily scanned his gaze. It could be that he simply didn’t know that poison powder wasn’t an ordinary topping ordered by humans, but her intuition told her otherwise. Although his expression was steady, she detected a hint of mischief behind his eyes that told her he did this more for the reaction and thrill. Interesting. 

“Poison powder is not exactly… a conventional seasoning for grilled fish,” she said simply.

She was surprised that he could tell that just from looking at her. Maybe his intuition was just as good as hers. “You would be correct. Pineapple pie is the only dessert I really enjoy.” 

But, no, this wasn’t supposed to be about her! “I suppose I should begin with how I know who you are. I’m not a tourist,” she said pointedly. “But I came across Leon Karnak many years ago by accident, whilst I was exploring.”

“Well, you know how the old saying goes... ‘try everything once.’ ...Though at this point, it’s more like twice,” he mused aloud. Once you’d been through a few millennia, you didn’t have much to lose. So he had to invent new ways to add spice to life. In this case... somewhat literally.

💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have?

Leon holds no strong resentment towards just any wealthy person -- it’s mainly those of his own family line who he found suffocating (though not the richest, they were considered a high-ranking class in the ancient society he resided in). 

@lest-i-forget​

The Gigant Inn & Springs seemed to have a limited amount of meals to offer to the guests, but it usually saved Leon the money of eating out at restaurants all the time. It was the weekend, and the dragon priest had awoken somewhat late, and arrived in the meal room when it was relatively empty. A head of light blond hair caught his eye at a table; he’d seen this young man several times in the inn corridors now, and he couldn’t help the curiosity from overtaking him now that he finally got the opportunity to be alone with him.

“Mind if I take a seat here?” he said, after serving himself some bread before sitting across the other man, tilting his head with a glint of interest in his eyes. “...You’re not from around here, eh?”

DATE: 06/13/2020

[-1500G] For living in the Gigant Inn & Springs.

[+0G] Scammed by a wandering merchant.

📩 Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning?

@childlikemermaid​

As much as Leon enjoyed the long soak in the baths of the Gigant Inn & Springs, he couldn’t help but feel there was something to be desired at times. Though he had no intention of becoming the next up and coming business owner, he knew that Pia was likely to conduct another census now that a new season was coming along -- and who would he be to keep his sage advice to himself?

Having freshly emerged from the baths and dried off his light blue locks (which were overdue for a trim, now that he thought of it) he found the characteristically pink-haired woman doing some housekeeping around the administrative area. Leon didn’t frequently meet with her outside of his regular routine, but she was an unmistakable presence. In an attempt to startle her, he simply walked right behind before clearing his throat.