Mr. Solutions

> By your very scientific calculations, Garnen is part puppy, part child, part nightmare fuel. It depends on the day.

At first you didn’t know what to think of him. He seemed harmless, but that coat would’ve had to have been pried out of cold dead hands, and it made you sick and angry to think about it. Which you did. You thought about it a lot. It took some serious self control not to do something irrational. But to his credit, after awhile he seemed to take the scowling and glaring as a hint that he shouldn’t wear it, and your opinion of him improved greatly.

And really, he isn’t that bad now that you’ve gotten to know him(despite his taste in outerwear). You might even go so far as to say you’re fond of the kid. For some strange reason, he does his best to take care of you and Rythian, so you try and return the favor once in awhile. 

> Do I have to?

Martyn Littlewood - apprentice stealing tree-hugger extraordinaire. You’d call him your arch-enemy, your nemesis, maybe something equally dramatic like that, but that’d be giving him too much credit. Frankly, he’s just an environmentally friendly pest. 

You don’t actually see him that much, but whenever you’re met with his irritating face, you know it’s far too soon. If you had things your way.. well, let’s say you’d get rid of him and ‘his’ forest altogether(you’re not actually convinced he owns the thing, you’ve never seen the deed). But considering you’re involved in a ‘no arson’ agreement, it’d look bad if you went back on your word without a well-written contract to find a loophole in.

> Not much to look at, if you’re being honest.

If you took a skinny, ragged, and particularly angry cat, drenched it in water and then stuck it in a wind tunnel to dry, mocked it for awhile, then maybe gathered a group of other cats and starting feeding them tuna in front of your stray - making sure it got none despite waiting and hoping for scraps - it would come close to achieving the look Rythian is currently going for. Bonus points if you put the cat in a mask and got it to start monologuing.

Basically, he looks like shit, but that’s nothing new. You doubt he’s seen the inside of his eyelids in the past month, and you’ve been considering ways to force him to eat a solid meal(because you don’t care if he has a lifestone, people need food). What a pretentious asshole.

Rythian’s one of your closest friends at the moment, which probably says more about your bad taste in people than you’re willing to admit. Especially considering you spend more time arguing and fighting him than doing anything remotely friendly, which also probably says more about you..

Even so, you like to think you get each other. You’ve told him some personal things you probably should not have, done things you definitely should not have, and he still likes you well enough. Even if he does think your opinions on everything are wrong and that you should feel ashamed about having them.

> Oh, look, a simple festive treat!

But you know better. You know what lies behind it. A marshmallow bunny hiding corporate scheme after corporate money-making scheme.. you’ve been there. You know what happens in the candy industry. And you want no part of it.

You poke it with a finger. It stares back at you with those lifeless candy eyes.

> It’s... well. It’s certainly a work table. You’ve got a sort of ‘organized chaos’ system going on in your little studio, and the table full of clutter is no exception. While every other room in the tower is pristine and kept organized, you let that one run free for ‘creative purposes’.

Back where I came from, there was a ‘system’ for how things worked- one small thing that determined your place in the world, what your life was like and how you were treated. 

If you were lucky, you could end up being treated like royalty- or even be royalty. If you weren’t so lucky- you’d probably be looked down on, left in the dirt, and expected to either become a soldier and die as cannon fodder, or labor your days away until you pass away.