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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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"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."

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."

"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?"

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."

"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'?"

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."

"Oh, bloody... Can't escape such ilk, now can we? But I tell you, if you swindle me..."

He leaves the words unspoken. He has no idea of actual intentions; he just knows well enough that "robbing one blind" is more than just a silly, slightly demeaning pun.

Coming a little closer to the voice, Renne/Garrett drops to a knee. Lack of a tail? That has him pondering.

"No tail? What, was it cut off? I'm not near any familiar herbal plants."

"I wouldn't think of such a thing good sir!"

He said this without a hint of irony, just as he'd done before. Robbing one blind, what a delightful twist.

Of course, this couldn't disguise the fact his tail had gone, a fact he was willing to use.

"Perhaps a meager donation might win me the favor of a healer?"

"Indeed. Hm...I'm afraid I do not have much of worth.."

He's all right with donating something for a charitable cause but indeed, monetarily? He's not in any sense rich or wealthy. Finding his belt satchet, Renne/Garrett fishes out a few coins. A gold, two silver and about six bronze.

"If you could direct me to local herbs, I might be able to do a little more, but here, if you like."

Jackpot! The fox snatched up a few coins and hid them in his beggar clothes. Thank goodness this stranger was such a hospitable fool.

"I'm afraid I have little familiarity with this...locale, sir."

"Hm. This may sound odd but have you, erm...Eyes that work, shall we say? Perhaps we can be of service to one another."

One good turn deserves another. Or so he thinks but then, Renne/Garrett has an odd relationship with the paradox: On the one hand, helping people is a cherished thing to do. On the other, he's been betrayed enough times that he's become a bit of a cynic.

Oh great now he wants help. Perhaps he can mislead the blind man enough without him being the wiser.

"Say no more, I will light the way with my perfect vision!"

"Well, I do appreciate that. I've no clue where we are but I know we're not in Camelot...Not that I'd make it there anyhow."

He'd be none the wiser for a while but he learns fast. Still, one mustn't be picky in who he gets directions from...he's not the one with eyes which work.

Hopefully he could get this guy off his back and walk away the richer fox.

"Just tell me your wish and I shall lead the way!"

"Just to the nearest herb garden or...well. Anywhere with herbs would be nice. My thanks again, Pilgrim."

His reply comes quickly enough -- projects to do and all that -- but Garrett/Renne is quite thankful for the assistance.

"You know me, always the charitable soul."

He didn't see any herb gardens but perhaps if they walked long enough, he could simply abandon him.

"Few sorts as yours in this world anymore. What do you do professionally, if I may be so curious?"

Walking carefully, Renne/Garrett keeps about half-a-pace behind his impromptu guide. As long as he's not led to jump a cliff, hey. Good conversation in the meantime, perhaps.

"Me? Why, I am a talent scout, good sir! Why, I recently launched the career of a young boy!"

Not in the right direction, but it was a half-honest admission at least.

"Oh? Theatre, I presume? Or music?"

He's curious, interested for sure. No theatrical talent to speak of himself aside from a half-decent singing voice. He's not cut out for the arts much but survival? He can do that.

"A little of both actually. I know how to promote talent!"

He cared little for the fate of the boy afterwards.

"Really? Dare I ask how?"

Oh, did we forget to mention the slight sarcastic streak in him? Yeah, he's got one but it's generally aimed to humour.

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:D Thankee! /offers tea

/sips like a boss

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

/breaks out the spoon for consumption. duly noted

:) And nice to meet you.

And nice to make your acquaintance as well

Gah. I am slow, sorreh. Came down with a little something. :/

It's cool man and gosh I hope you're alright

Ya, just had to get over a bug :)

Good hear to that!

:)

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Aaack, sorry for the late!fail. My net provider went crap on me. :(