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[promissum]

WHO: Val and quest takers!
WHERE: Bluo, the woods, around town
WHEN: December
WHAT: Open quests
WARNINGS: None for now!

A. Quest 36, blue for quest, anyone for chatting

[He reads it several times and honestly he has no idea what caroling is. A human thing, surely. Does he know much about human things? Not the joyful spirited kind.]

You there. [Stranger or not, blue or not.] What is caroling?

B. Quest 38, wide open

[He has no idea what Christmas spiders are, but decorating a tree is at least something that makes sense. There are no little bat charms around, but he could pretty easily make them with enough effort.]

I'm a yellow. [It's as abrupt as he ever is.] Come get and decorate a tree with me. [It's more like a demand than a request.]

C. Wildcard
[Wildcard, just tag him here for any other ideas. He sure loves fishing.]

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[troubadamsel]

[Maribelle relaxes considerably when she sees him - she meant what she said, she was very worried about him.]

Yes... I've brought my healing staff, and a wind tome, just in case.

[promissum]

Excellent! Let us head out.

[He seems in good spirits and in full color. Nothing to worry about here.]

[troubadamsel]

[As she follows...]

... Were you... affected, in the ice palace?

[Because that's a different thing to worry about.]

[promissum]

Are you asking if I broke my mirror?

[Because Percy had to deal with the consequences of that.]

[troubadamsel]

... I guess I am.

[She looks away shamefully, as she too broke it.]

[promissum]

Did you break yours? Another comrade of mine broke his as well.

[Val was colorless for most of the time the mirror spoke, so he sincerely could not bring himself to care.]

I did not break mine.

[troubadamsel]

[She exhales in relief.]

Thank goodness you were all right... That was the last thing you needed, after that "colorless" disaster.

[Mari, he asked you a question. After a beat, she reluctantly answers.]

.. Yes, I broke my mirror. It was stupid of me, I know.

[promissum]

It was not a disaster. I knew it could be dangerous. That's why I allowed him to test it on me.

I'll tell you the same thing I told him. Sometimes the best thing you can do is quiet the voices. You don't seem to be suffering the same color loss as he is right now.

[troubadamsel]

[forgive me for caring about you, you jackass.]

... What's done is done, and all I can do is learn from it.

[promissum]

[He's fond of that attitude, so he smiles.]

Yes, excellent. The only thing to be gained from the past is knowledge.

[troubadamsel]

And I won't gain any by standing here all day. Let's head to our goal.

[promissum]

[And forward they go!]

Is this your first time doing this quest?

[troubadamsel]

Yes, you were the only one courteous enough to offer me aide.

[Then again, she could have gone asking.]

[promissum]

I'm sure plenty of people would've offered if you'd asked.

[But that means he gets company, so he's not going to complain.]

[troubadamsel]

A proper lady never wants to appear too pushy.

[promissum]

Is that how it is? [Huh, that's news to him. But of course he simply believes her when she says it.] I only have experience with angels and nuns. They say you learn something new every day.

[troubadamsel]

... Huh. For some reason, it never occurred to me that angels might exist in your realm... I suppose it makes sense, being the opposite of devils and demons, correct?

[promissum]

Do they exist in yours?

Yes, though we do work together when we have a common goal.

[Val easily jumps over the log in their path.]

[troubadamsel]

Hm... If they do, I've never seen them. Gods and the like don't interfere with our workings unless absolutely necessary... so it's been told.

[As for that log, she does one step, slowly, over step. Don't want to get dirty.]

[promissum]

The only time God gets involved is when He feels like destroying the Earth.

[Anyway, moving forward at his quick uncaring pace.]

[troubadamsel]

[There's an odd note.]

You have only one, singular god?

[promissum]

We're supposed to. Do you have multiples?

[troubadamsel]

Of course. There are all different kinds of responsibilities and powers, after all. One person doing all that, even if they are a god... it sounds difficult for them.

[promissum]

They don't do that much.

[He stops in front of a large frozen over lake. Val could get over this by just flying, but Maribelle couldn't...]

[troubadamsel]

... I see.

[Maybe it's a touchy subject. But, ah, yes, frozen lake. She frowns.]

... I don't suppose there's any way around it.