#pickslock

Mithrun is tired.

at least, his body is. it's something he's still getting used to: listening to the needs of body while navigating the new overwhelming concept that was finding things to desire. yet his mind was racing, overstimulated by the sights and the sounds of the confusing city he found himself stuck in. if he could just make it 'home' he might save himself the trouble of passing out on the sidewalk. a question remained. keep trudging along with heavy footfalls? or risk using his limited magic?

with a short exhale that could be taken as a sigh, Mithrun teleports--

--only to land much too close to someone. someone he... knows?

the world spins, suddenly.

"Though I suppose that mage of yours could revive you. If she made it." Thistle had hardly bothered to remember every adventuring party that came into their dungeon, but this party had been causing far too much a mess.

"Still, it's annoying."

✲ "....." An awkward encounter ensued as Marcille entered her house with a bag of groceries she had brought back from the city. It was the house that she shared with her partner and so she didn't usually expect to find anyone else inside ever, especially since she also knew Indigo was out for the day. "CHILCHUCK?"

She almost threw her groceries at him while he sat smugly on her couch. The half-foot had clearly snuck in by lockpicking. If he hadn't taken her by surprise her initial reaction probably would have been softer. Groaning, she put her bag down on the counter and paced quietly for a moment.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Chilchuck!

You will be housed in CONDO 417.

You'll retain the ability to be a little hater. You'll also be given a toy bow and arrow.