#vinsfari

after figuring out how the money works here, and how to buy items from stalls that were too tall for them to properly reach, hedge had decided to make some... investments. for normal people, this might mean finding a proper weapon, survival gear, everything they need to survive in a strange and fantastical new world.

what it means for hedge is that all the money on their card was spent almost immediately on as many pre-potted seedlings as they were allowed to buy. a fair few had been dropped off in their apartment to give the place a little bit of life, but as for the rest...

well, right now they’re sitting outside one of the apartment buildings, handing potted sprouts to anyone coming or going. including, in this case, a sour-looking young man on his way out for the day.

thorfinn... i will miss you forever. i had no idea you existed before vraelgard but you will be in my heart till the day i die (wipes a tear) that’s my son, you see, he’s my son, he’s m

thorfinn has been dropped for you.

Hm, now what do we have here? Stranger seems pretty out of place in a city like this, looking as ragged as he does— out here in the forest, however, seems like it suits him perfectly. If that could be considered a compliment or an insult, is up for interpretation. Good thing that Joshua’s decided not to openly antagonize him...well, over that, at least. It’s not like him to not step on toes at all; if nothing else, he does so carefully in consideration of current circumstance ( you’d rather not have to handle too many foes at once ).

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    WARMED BY THE EMBERS OF CRACKLING FIREWOOD, Arturia resides in a vacant lot of the dense woods. She seems to be busying herself with a fresh catch of game -- presumably one of those hunted beasts. It roasts over the open flame, basting in its own fat and a conundrum of forest spices. Certainly, countless concerns could be associated with eating this mystery meat, but she’s a craving for substance and the aroma is almost captivating. 

    Hunger does that to people; give them the illusion that something is far grander than it truly is. She thinks ‘people’, despite being a Servant, because her creation has evidently invited a stranger over. “...Would you like to sample it?” Addressing the presence behind her, she turns, coaxing them over to an empty plot of dirt. “I cannot claim to be the most adept at cooking, but I most certainly try.”

 ‘Said- “the risk i took was calculated. but clearly i am bad at maths ”

┫ "At least you calculated and gave it your best shot. But surely next time we should recruit someone who knows at least some numbers." A defeated sigh leaves the young man as he gazes at their current predicament. Surely the math limitation would've been something good to know from the start but he supposes they will just have to make do for now. And what was their oh so troublesome predicament?? A snack machine. A petty one at that. Considering it had so sneakily taken his money without providing goods in return. Well it did make the effort to provide something but that snack was currently stuck pressed up against the glass and metal coil it was released from.

┫ Wei had asked the stranger for help once shaking the machine a couple of times did not work. The stranger's help only ended him with a still stuck snack {which now seemed to have some friends stacked upon it as company} and his own arm stuck within the machine.

new guest, new guest! hello hello, thorfinn, and welcome to our fabulous terra!

you will be housed in sybella apartments s13, where you will find a two balloon daggers. you can pop them if you want, but for some reason, there will always be more waiting in your room the next day? you can’t seem to have more than two, though.

you’ve stirred angel’s heart, and angel grants you the spell first aid to use at your discretion. isn’t that wonderful!

we hope you can find your happiness here ♪