[Open] this part of the story I don't remember...

[fruity_puppeteer]

Who: Discord and anyone he meets
When: Day 85, late afternoon to evening
Where: Violet district
What: A denizen walks unleashed
Warnings: Scheming and potential con jobs, that's it.

The mirror had done its work considerably well. It only took the draconequus tempting fate by attempt to smash the mirror, the rest had been done easily. For a great lord of chaos he got himself trapped so fast. And now that he was, the other one, the good old fox could wander free.

For whatever reason, the rulers of this place had chosen Discord to play the cunning fox of the Pinocchio story. The change had taken over completely, not a single part remained draconequus. And despite the unfamiliarity of the place, he fell into the roll quite well. He did manage to live through the tale, did he not? Even though his tail did not.

No matter, this place would prove to have their own share of rubes, just like any other place. The fox limped along in his ragged clothes, taking the humbled posture of a beggar. Perhaps he might find a good schmuck today. The mirror followed along, of course, but there wasn't a thing the trapped lord of disharmony could do. There was a flash of a smirk to the mirror before he continued on his way.



 

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[tooshytofly]

There's a graceful human woman moving through the Violet District. She seems quiet, lost in some private meditation of some sort. She's dressed in fancy ancient Greek-style robes, and there is an air of solemnity about her. Although Fluttershy would have been all over a poor injured fox in her normal state, Fluttershy as Polyhymnia, the Greek Muse of sacred poetry and eloquence had yet to notice the Fox across the way.

[fruity_puppeteer]

Ah, and what's a woman like this doing on her own ? With clothes that nice she must have something nice and expensive. The fox sadly does not recognize her even if she was in her Fluttershy form he wouldn't.

The fox strolled by the Muse, hobbling with a pathetic groveling face.

"Lovely day today, isn't it?"

[tooshytofly]

Ah, if Fluttershy were herself, the sight of the poor bedraggled Fox would have sent her into fits. But as Polyhymnia, she turns to regally look at the Fox. Hymns and poetry generally don't exactly paint a pleasant picture of foxes, and Polyhymnia will not be easily tricked. The Muse is compassionate, but not gullible.

"Oh, yes, it's quite nice."

[fruity_puppeteer]

He limped along, keeping pace with the muse. He would put on this masquerade as long as he had to.

"Ah, it would be fairer weather if it would be so kind to my joints and luck, madam."

[tooshytofly]

"Ah, you poor fox. Why are your joints be ailing you so? You don't look like such an old fox."

The muse was still suspicious of the fox, although she was by no means uncouth enough to say so outright.

[fruity_puppeteer]

"I may be young, but I'm afraid misfortune has left me not so spry."

His ears flatten at the woman's voice.

[tooshytofly]

"Ah, and what sort of misfortune have you suffered, young fox?"

Polyhymnia keeps on walking as she continues to get a feel for the honesty of this fox.

[fruity_puppeteer]

"You see miss, I've long suffered an ailment of the body that somewhat makes moving about difficult. Such circumstances made it easy for a marauding hunter to.."

He gestured to his missing tail.

"You get the idea."

[tooshytofly]

"Oh, you poor dear."

The muse thinks for a moment, looking regal and serious as she gets pensive. Foxes such as this can be tricky, but she thinks she knows how to deal with him if greed is his only motivator...

"Perhaps there is one thing I could do in order to make up for your loss..."

May I drop in?

[bluesteelranger]

Mirrors. One had followed him incessantly for a while and Renne hadn't understood why. He only knew the stench of magic and a distinct wish to get away but that had, ultimately, proven quite unsuccessful. To his dismay, it...is and isn't him anymore out in the world.

It's a slender human male with shaggy reddish-brown hair, a walking cane (which is definitely good), and foggy bluish-white eyes. It's a human with a definite attitude belonging somewhere in a fantastic Middle Ages.

And he's walking uncertainly about the district, somewhere between confused and just a little pissed off.

Why cointanly

[fruity_puppeteer]

Ooh this guy might prove a little difficult. Well, nothing like a challenge, right? The fox huddled on the ground near where the human passed by.

"Excuse me my good fellow, might I take a moment of your time?"

:D Thankee! /offers tea

[bluesteelranger]

"Eh...Hm? Whe...Wherrr...Ahem. Where. Are. You?"

Strange. Garrett/Renne doesn't recall his English being that good (Or is it that terrible?). Scratching his head, he puts the linguistic flub out of his mind for now. Turning right and navigating like he's supposed to (Wait, couldn't he see befo -- No. No), he directs himself to the sound of the voice.

"Ah, where are you, exactly? I'm a bit disoriented, it...seems."

/sips like a boss

[fruity_puppeteer]

The fox tapped his paw against the ground, signaling for him towards his direction. Hopefully he would be observant enough to notice.

"Over here good sir, by the side of the road."

/grins and cracks open ice cream. Like a boss. Hit me for bad jokes later.

[bluesteelranger]

"Ah, there you are..."

The skitter-tap of his cane-tip on the ground should be sign enough but still. There's a little rule in the trueblind consensus which states that the cane user is the only one permitted to trip on said cane.

"May One...er....I...ask what is wrong?"

/breaks out the spoon for consumption. duly noted

[fruity_puppeteer]

His grin widened as he saw the stranger make his approach. Oh who said anyone would have to trip on the cane...yet.

"I'm afraid I've lost a few of my possessions and I'm in no position to find them good sir."

:) And nice to meet you.

[bluesteelranger]

"Possessions? Ah...May I ask how? Where? And what they were? I am, eh...A little limited in a few things."

Ah, yes. That feeling. That self-consciousness of the fact he can't see worth a damn. Ashamed of it and ashamed of being ashamed, ironic as that is, he's already beginning to sport a slight blush. Still, it's best to focus on the matter at hand. Were I to think deeply on...what I am/am not may drive me mad!

"Ah, sir? What do you mean by 'in no position to find them'?"

And nice to make your acquaintance as well

[fruity_puppeteer]

He cared not for any turmoil or self-awareness, he just wanted whatever the good fellow had that he could steal/con out of.

"Ruffians, good sir. They waylaid me and left me nothing! My dear coins, my beloved brass trophy, my grandmother's oak box--all gone!"

Yes, that's right, lay on the dramatics.

"Sadly I couldn't make a good citizen's arrest. You see...my missing tail has made moving extremely difficult."

Pardon me as I destroy Shakespearean dialogue

[suicidoll]

So there's an elderly, yet regal woman cautiously eying the Violet District as she strolls through it. She looks around as if making sure the coast was clear before actually saying anything.

"Once more do the gods declare that I must bear, with my stained hands, the burden of my sins...but alas, true freedom is but a mere cacophony of wills clashing over whose side of the fence the doves should face."

[fruity_puppeteer]

Ohoho, a member of royalty on the streets, eh? She certainly has the appearance of wealth. He scoots towards the path of this person of regal attire.

"Ah, but fortune favors the bold, does it not? And surely one with your experience must be bold."

[suicidoll]

Ah, a fox...much more intelligent than the ones she's used to, but hey, not like she'll deny the company.

"Perhaps that is one way of putting it. I cannot deny previously tempting Cerberus, though those are experiences best left for the vultures...but tell me, fox; you seem like one with experience embedded into your fur. Perhaps you've braved through your journeys of the night, the ones whose consequences remain invisible to the eye until merely inches away from your nose?"

[fruity_puppeteer]

She appeared to be an odd woman, but nothing he can't take to his advantage.

"Oh yes, you could say experience thrives in my fur, experiences not so sweet, miss."

[suicidoll]

Okay, now she's intrigued.

"No? Perhaps you've shared too many encounters with hunters, then?"

[fruity_puppeteer]

Oh please, do let him explain.

"Oh far too many. Some have even ran off with a few...souvenirs."

[suicidoll]

Yes, go right ahead and explain, fox person. Focusing on the misery of others is better than focusing on one's own misery.

"You poor thing. Yours is an unfortunate tale (lol Shakespearean double meanings), but perhaps the encounters have helped fill in the missing pieces?"

[fruity_puppeteer]

Misery indeed. At times like this he felt as if he was a grand actor.

"I've gathered more missing pieces than I'd like. My tail, for one..."

Case in point: nope, no tail.