REBORN PUPPET

ANOTHER LINE IS PULLED ALONG WHITE. clearly she was hardly bothered by the lack of an apology, attention continuing still upon the current work of art, even at the eventual toss of her scroll. nor does she make any attempt to catch it, the paper floating softly down until, once more, it finds its resting place atop the ground, albeit far closer to her than moments prior. ❝ Oh? Are you an artist? ❞ likely not, though that wasn't a genuine question she was asking to begin with.

人形 - Wanderer raised a brow at the woman's flippant attitude. She was clearly no extrovert, but he wasn't exactly one himself either. "I used to dabble in dollmaking. Not so much anymore, though I probably could if I wanted to." Those likely weren't the credentials she was looking for, and she quickly insisted that he was out of line either way. The look she gave him did get under his skin a little bit and so his left eye twitched.

from all she knew of Wanderer, this would easily be among the last places he'd come willingly. it was unfortunate for him that Paimon had been dead-set on a mission to recover a prize she'd tried and failed to secure the other day. and considering the number of kids running around, his assessment had its grounds for accuracy.

人形 - "Prizes? Ah. I see. That's why we're here, isn't it?" Wanderer's arms remained crossed as he shot Paimon a glance. it wasn't very hard for him to intuit what the fairy-like girl was likely thinking. He'd spent enough time around the two of them that he felt like he had a good enough read by now. He glanced back at the arcade for a moment. "Can you even activate the dance mat if you're floating?" And looked over at Lumine again. "Does she make you do it?"

Seeing that young scholar again did elicit a less favourable reaction from the Doctor, which was luckily gracefully hidden by his mask. So instead, he had a faint smile on his lips when the familiar voice rang reached his ears. “Indeed, fate seems to merge our paths in twisted irony.”

人形 - "No, no. I have no reason to doubt your integrity." It wasn't exactly a lie. He knew Il Dottore to be someone to keep his end of the bargain. For example, he'd blamed the Marionette's execution on her breaking conditions; that was more his style. Create conditions where he could eventually place the blame squarely on the feet of his victims so that he could wipe his hands clean of it. "You're right though. I'm not much one for promises."

"You think I know? I'm just serving people drinks and doing my job. Ain't like I got a stack of cash in my pockets or something." And if she did that still would raise plenty of questions as to why they were targeting her of all people. But more importantly...

人形 - "Cash isn't even an accepted payment method in this world. But they'll steal your phone and try to access your account that way if they really want to. Sometimes taking a finger to do it." Well, that was just a story he'd heard in the city's underbelly. Wanderer wasn't actually certain if it was true or not.

SHE SITS BENEATH ROILING CLOUDS 一 unbothered and tucked slightly to the wayside of the beaten path, as if all around her means strangely little to her in this very moment. were she aware of the encroaching storm, she hardly makes it known in the way her attention remains upon the scroll unraveled before her, brush in hand. nor does she seem entirely concerned about the threat of rainfall to many of the painted and half-finished scrolls that lay scattered around her being, both on the path and off.

人形 - Without an academia to ground her outside of Lesser Lord Kusanali's personal requests, Wanderer had taken to traveling the island whenever it suited him. Spring had come and the snow was melting, so it allowed him to see the scenery in a new light. Even if the weather that day wasn't particularly pleasant.