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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.]

Comments

[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.

[promissum]

[If she asks he'll have an alarmingly long list of complaints, as it is...]

I could fly us over it. How do you feel about dragons?

[troubadamsel]

I... Wait. Are you also a manakete?!

[Holy shit, dude, what AREN'T you at this point???]

[promissum]

I have never heard of a manakete. What are those?

[troubadamsel]

They are a legendary race of dragons that can transform into human-form.

[promissum]

I'm not a legend. Turning into a monster is something any high level demon can achieve. Fenrich turns into a full scale werewolf.

As a vampire, I turn into a bat-like dragon.

[troubadamsel]

... Ah.

Well, then.

[She'll have to add that to the growing list of things Val can do.]

So long as it doesn't cause you pain or too much exhaustion, I will rely on your... transportation.

[promissum]

[The hilarious thing is that Valvatorez, Blood Thirsty King of Fear is a legend. But he just thinks of at as a cute old nickname.]

It won't bother me. There will be a rush of bats, so be aware or close your eyes.

[He doesn't particularly care which one, and once she's decided, a rush of chittering bats later, a very large black dragon emerges.]

[troubadamsel]

[She can't trust herself not to scream, so closing eyes it is. She waits until the sound of fluttering wings stop, and then opens her eyes...

... holy shit, dude.]

... My word! Amazing!