[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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[bluesteelranger]

"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.

[fruity_puppeteer]

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!"

[bluesteelranger]

"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.

[fruity_puppeteer]

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!"

[bluesteelranger]

"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.

[fruity_puppeteer]

"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.

[bluesteelranger]

"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.

[fruity_puppeteer]

"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.

[bluesteelranger]

"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.

[fruity_puppeteer]

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

He cared little for the fate of the boy afterwards.

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

[bluesteelranger]

"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.