Redbeans

your eyes wander across the atmosphere, pondering when the last instance of daylight that you witnessed. it felt like a dream, a dream you were chasing and now you’re sobering up from the daze you fell under. you question the intentions of bringing you here, you wonder if sothis has any word to speak and yet – it rings blank. all that is on your mind are your flock of eagles : are they harmed? are they present too? 

slowly, you trace your gaze over to the other before looking out into the vast darkness.  “ …i’m looking for my students, ”  you respond succinctly before raising your foam sword once again, analyzing it once more.  “ is it always… like this here? ”

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Upon hearing they were a teacher you instinctively bowed, showing respect for such a profession. Your adoptive father was a teacher,a great one at that and the lessons he taught you and all the other students at the temple stuck with you till now. Upon rising back up into your normal posture, eyes following the foam sword pointing the skies. 

“They’re not? Shit, sorry, that’s what I get for making assumptions.” Miriam’s smile turns sheepish, a hand moving to rub at the back of her freckled neck. “Pointy ears are more of a surgical thing where I’m from.” Seafarers? She spends a moment trying to remember if she’s ever set foot on a boat. Maybe a canoe, but that doesn’t feel the same. 

Elf. Miriam shakes her head. “I mean, I’ve heard of them. LARPing and high fantasy and Christmas and the like. Elves is kind of a broad range of topics.” Her expression is getting back to its previous level of contentment, Miriam stifles a chuckle. “That sounds weird, but it’s true, really.” 

Oh, god. She’s one of those. Miriam nods mutely, unsure if she should say anything. For the moment at least, she decides not to, and clasps her hands in front of her. 

“Oh, that’s lovely. Really, you’re a monk, then? I can’t say I’ve ever met a monk before.” 

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“Real as you and me. No offense are made though so no worries okay! Though you have piqued my interest...“ 

For you, body modifications are more like those with magical prowess supplementing their skills with bits and parts from other creatures. A dragon’s scale or a troll’s horn. Augmenting their looks with those abilities or....They’re cultist. Remember those yuan-ti worshippers? I do, boy did you guys have a tough time getting out of that with that minimal amount of collateral.

 ...I remember... 

Whoo, anyhow you laugh at the word LARP it wasn’t the first time you heard it and it is not gonna be the last. 

“I don’t know what a Christmas is I’m glad to know you’re knowledgeable of my brethren. Though in quite an odd way but its something. You know what they say bite into the side that didn’t touch the ground.” 

You laugh, a big bellyful kind full of sincerity. You think you’re so wise and funny. Guess what you’re not. Now pay attention she’s talking. 

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“Forgive me but are you familair with the legends of eternal night? In where the last bastion of light the moon and stars are consumed by a creature of world end? Some say a wolf, others a frog or dragon. Usually followed by a long winter. Do you think we are in that type of situation or are we dealing with the hands of a sorcerer who is blinded by their own capabilities?“ 

You look up at the ever dark sky. 

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You sit on a bench, legs crossed below you and arms crossed in front of you. Eyes shut as you begin to meditate. You slow your breath and began to be mindful of the world around you. Let the whispers of the wind guide you. You inhale sharply and open your eyes once more gaze falling upon a human in dark armor. 

superior vision in dark

"You know....” 

Your voice cracks as light turns to night. Finding yourself in darkness....

laughter isn’t hard to get out of khalid, not when he wields it as he would any other weapon  –––   but genuine laughter ?  the sort that surges from him, like water spit from the lungs, bones left tinkling after ?  that’s harder.

the back of his hand pressed to his mouth, khalid tells himself to reign it in and waves in apology to the speaker.

“  forgive me for listening in, but  –––  what kind of day are you having, to be that close to going unhinged ?  ”

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One eye open as you turn your head slightly towards the voice near you. Ears perking to find the laughing voice. At least one person find this whole situation comedic. A small sigh leaving your waiting to pout lips  and regale your day’s adventure but you will not for you are a monk and monks do not pout. 

“There are many an angry people in this city, back home as I venture through towns unknown beyond mountains and with the winds I find myself becoming acquainted with many people. Whiiiiiiiich usually leads me to finding shelter or food. However here sometimes a simple hi will lead to quite rude remarks. usually on my lack of sleeves....

🍉  :    which of the four seasons suits my muse best,  and why?   

🍋  :    what kind of diet does my muse have?  do they eat regularly,  or the standard 2-3 meals a day?  do they have to be reminded to eat,  or are they likely to remind others?  do they cook,  or have others cook for them?  do they eat healthily,  or not so much?   

Against popular theories, Redbean has a pretty varied diet. Many hear monk and think he’s vegetarian but due to the various species that call the temple home different diets are necessary, Bean himself actually working in the kitchens of the temple, beginning a love of food that still continues into his adventures today. 

If  anything, he’s the one reminding his teammates they need to eat. Activily cooking the team meals while on the road, forging, gathering, and shopping at the different markets. 

🍓  :    how is my muse typically seen by others?  does it ring true to who they really are?  does their reputation matter to them? 

Bean is an awkward boy, he’s odd and impulsive. People who meet him for the first time either thing he’s the ourest thing ever or will get out their way to end the conversation and just leave. But once they get to know him they find out he’s just a sheltered boy who wants to see the world and have no idea on rules and social politics.