May you ever walk in the light of the crystal.

“To cut to the meat of the matter, I speak of thy ability to see into the future. It is reminiscent of my own Echo, and far more that of others I have seen - which is incredibly odd, considering none in this land should bear such a power.” “I must ask, though, before we begin - you can do it on command, yes?”

There is a moment's hesitation, before she speaks; "A traveler from a far-off land, one which i may never be able to return to." It's not a lie, per se, but it's not the whole truth. "I held some standing there, and was blessed with the Traveler's Ward, a power I believed was only found in lands as replete with aether as my own." Now she's telling the truth.

alright. is this going to like, hurt or psychologically damage me or anything - mothman

[She gives a simple, stoic nod.] Alright. I'll see what I can do. [There's a moment. Energy seems to well from within her to her hand, coalescing into a faintly visible blue glow, sparkling and swirling around her arm. She looks down at her palm, holding it open for a moment almost in consideration, before reaching it out towards Mothman, that same energy beginning to flow outwards towards them.] [The moment it reaches them, their head almost begins to spin, a sudden migraine like a bad hangover and a kick in the head. Beneath that, though, there's something else, that same feeling they get whenever a vision comes on, something welling up from below.] [Mothman can feel it. Their present slowly being subsumed by this vision, their vision starting to fade into it at the edges like a piece of paper charring when placed too close to the flame. It is coming, but it is not quite here yet. There's a moment.]

[There's a couple quiet thuds of boots on metal- steel-soled monsters by the sounds of it, though you wouldn't know from looking at her- and then a silence.] [A beat passes. Nothing moves an inch.] ...What do I owe you?

oh-- OH!!! the fare... yeah. a-ah. ii.... tend to ask for three bucks, but pay what you can....

[She fishes around in the pockets of her jacket, sleek and form-fitting, pulling out a handful of cash. Allium hands over 3 ten dollar bills, refusing to comment on this.] You sure you should be driving? I know some busses can drive themselves these days, but... if it causes an issue, it's not just a threat to your own safety. [It's not concern in her voice, not for you at least. Simply a dry stoicism, a resolve like a second nature. A few degrees off, and it could almost be seen as a threat, but... that's not quite right.]

[Her... well, this is where I would say her ears perked up slightly, but she doesn't have any ears, let alone ones that could do that. Still, she seems to perk up at the mention of a bakery.] That sounds quite nice, actually. I don't exactly have anywhere to be imminently, and I've been a bit too busy as of late to relax. Who knows, maybe they'll have that pastry I've been looking everywhere for. [She seems to almost chuckle to herself at this, hollowly.]

[There's a couple quiet thuds of boots on metal- steel-soled monsters by the sounds of it, though you wouldn't know from looking at her- and then a silence.] [A beat passes. Nothing moves an inch.] ...What do I owe you?

oh-- OH!!! the fare... yeah. a-ah. ii.... tend to ask for three bucks, but pay what you can....

[She fishes around in the pockets of her jacket, sleek and form-fitting, pulling out a handful of cash. Allium hands over 3 ten dollar bills, refusing to comment on this.] You sure you should be driving? I know some busses can drive themselves these days, but... if it causes an issue, it's not just a threat to your own safety. [It's not concern in her voice, not for you at least. Simply a dry stoicism, a resolve like a second nature. A few degrees off, and it could almost be seen as a threat, but... that's not quite right.]

[There's a couple quiet thuds of boots on metal- steel-soled monsters by the sounds of it, though you wouldn't know from looking at her- and then a silence.] [A beat passes. Nothing moves an inch.] ...What do I owe you?

oh-- OH!!! the fare... yeah. a-ah. ii.... tend to ask for three bucks, but pay what you can....

[She fishes around in the pockets of her jacket, sleek and form-fitting, pulling out a handful of cash. Allium hands over 3 ten dollar bills, refusing to comment on this.] You sure you should be driving? I know some busses can drive themselves these days, but... if it causes an issue, it's not just a threat to your own safety. [It's not concern in her voice, not for you at least. Simply a dry stoicism, a resolve like a second nature. A few degrees off, and it could almost be seen as a threat, but... that's not quite right.]

[There's a couple quiet thuds of boots on metal- steel-soled monsters by the sounds of it, though you wouldn't know from looking at her- and then a silence.] [A beat passes. Nothing moves an inch.] ...What do I owe you?

“To cut to the meat of the matter, I speak of thy ability to see into the future. It is reminiscent of my own Echo, and far more that of others I have seen - which is incredibly odd, considering none in this land should bear such a power.” “I must ask, though, before we begin - you can do it on command, yes?”

There is a moment's hesitation, before she speaks; "A traveler from a far-off land, one which i may never be able to return to." It's not a lie, per se, but it's not the whole truth. "I held some standing there, and was blessed with the Traveler's Ward, a power I believed was only found in lands as replete with aether as my own." Now she's telling the truth.

alright. is this going to like, hurt or psychologically damage me or anything - mothman

“To cut to the meat of the matter, I speak of thy ability to see into the future. It is reminiscent of my own Echo, and far more that of others I have seen - which is incredibly odd, considering none in this land should bear such a power.” “I must ask, though, before we begin - you can do it on command, yes?”

There is a moment's hesitation, before she speaks; "A traveler from a far-off land, one which i may never be able to return to." It's not a lie, per se, but it's not the whole truth. "I held some standing there, and was blessed with the Traveler's Ward, a power I believed was only found in lands as replete with aether as my own." Now she's telling the truth.

“To cut to the meat of the matter, I speak of thy ability to see into the future. It is reminiscent of my own Echo, and far more that of others I have seen - which is incredibly odd, considering none in this land should bear such a power.” “I must ask, though, before we begin - you can do it on command, yes?”

There is a moment's hesitation, before she speaks; "A traveler from a far-off land, one which i may never be able to return to." It's not a lie, per se, but it's not the whole truth. "I held some standing there, and was blessed with the Traveler's Ward, a power I believed was only found in lands as replete with aether as my own." Now she's telling the truth.

// pokes at busblr with a stick

parries the stick

“To cut to the meat of the matter, I speak of thy ability to see into the future. It is reminiscent of my own Echo, and far more that of others I have seen - which is incredibly odd, considering none in this land should bear such a power.” “I must ask, though, before we begin - you can do it on command, yes?”

hrnf. wheream i. how long have i been sleepign - mothman

Well, you slumbered within my bus for long enough I had to prevent the creation of at least one cult around your comatose form, if that grants any indication.

Does anyone want something from Evil Papa Johns

can i get some evil garlic bread

Yea

okay cool uhhh this should cover the cost *she tossed you a small sack of gold coins.*