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A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

//Central Village
_{@Xaltwind@Zeroth@Dragonydas@Lupusintus}

Was she fearless in the face of death? Or did she not even register that there was a possibility of death?

For a treasure hunter, for a rascal that tossed herself in all sorts of dangerous situations, it was a difference that didn't matter. All that did matter though, was...

MacKinnon's eyes briefly flitted over to the handkerchief-hander, that knocker-downer of broken-down smith-places. And then, of all things, she winked.

Now, back to business.

Well...not that there was all that much business left to be had, really. Between the elf that stepped in first and the big men that stepped in after, MacKinnon certainly couldn't get many more words in before the red-headed traveler decided to run off to bemoan the status of a random smithy that wasn't even his a couple hours ago. She was the bandit? When he was stealing whole buildings?

"Wow." she said, seized by the intrusive thought of tossing the tools into the well. "A smith by trade, but with no tools other than a sword. Y'know, ol' man, better to figure these things out early before you share a room with him, ye? Like what, are you gonna hand over all your food without a thought because he's got a sharp stick? Are you going to concede everything the moment he starts shouting? Hm?" Or maybe the old man was the sneaky, backstabby, roguish type. MacKinnon didn't really see that in Vincent's eyes, but on the other hand, she heard of plenty of 'nice' and 'kind' bossmen who turned out to be raging assholes once quota was off by half a rock. Plenty of snakes, plenty of cons.

The intrusive thoughts continued, creeping into her. Some people made things, sure, but who found things? Found the things that others overlooked, gathered the things that no one could easily make?

And that word.

Entitled.

She wo-

"RAHAHAHAHA!"

MacKinnon threw her head back and laughed a wide-mouthed laugh, as if joy alone could cast away what evil fermented within one's guts. Well, what was the point of worrying about that now? Sure, as a treasure hunter who occasionally got into mining, keeping a good relationship with a blacksmith may have been a comfortable thing, but now that that's no longer possible, the treasure hunter would just have to adapt, improvise, and overcome! The only thing she regretted, perhaps, was how spooked little Wilma was about all this, but MacKinnon would make it up to the kiddo later. For now?

"Hey lady!" The girl called, squatting as she began the work of cleaning her own finds. "Never saw a dwarf with horns before! Didja just get here?"

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

@HeraldJust recall that Sugarcrush is also mixed with plain ol cocaine.

Crack-Fueled Leon with 100 Extra Powers is the new Mythical Fighter.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Dang, Leon got a whole ass 100 Sugarcrush? Dude could sweep the entirety of Nocturnia with that kind of army.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

the vegetarian variant of the traditional Noc Noc Burger.

Yeah, kill her NOW. Probably used humans for fertilizer for her soybeans.

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Adel with the whiny bottom energy fo sho.

Honestly Matthias should've just cooked Vincent though.

It'd probably be Emily anyways. Even now, Matthias has never met Bella.

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Man, Asterion got helicoptered, Adel is habitually kidnapped, Khor's going through the 'suffering builds character' loop...anyone that Matthias has semi-friendly intentions towards just keeps getting disappeared, ehhhh.

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Damn, y'all were doing shit in Riverbend right under my nose?

Guess that'd definitely put up some complications regarding trusting the Eel with anything. Which is fine. I need more enemies.

Nocturnal Memoirs: An Urban-Fantasy Mafia Epic

Jack next round.

A New Day; Cozy Fantasy Village Life

Oh ye, Xalt, FYI, but you've got a chunk of my post in yours.

At this point, the pair who'd gone to the farmlands in the south returned, and were equally stunned and confused by the unfolding events. As MacKinnon and Akitsugu's debate on the ownwership of the blacksmithing tools continued, Sheryl slid away from her husband and approached both Yingmei and
Plenty to clean, plenty more to use! While the well itself didn’t look like it had been improved in any of the ways that anyone else said it would, working with broken things was basically just want MacKinnon did on a regular basis either way. Hand over hand, she reeled up the leaky bucket and upended its contents into the barrel as she forcefully injected her way into the conversation the others were having.

“Not abandoned,” MacKinnon called out. “There’d be a lot more trash here if it was; feels like everyone took their time packin’ everything up 'fore leaving. Oh, and I didn’t come across any graves either, so it’s probably not a sickness that did it. Maybe whatever they were here for just ran out, and they had no reason to stay?”

That was a possibility. There were no proper roads that she saw leading here, and MacKinnon had seen her fair share of mining towns that turned into ghost towns over the years. But there was a forest; couldn’t they have gone into lumberjacking? Or fishing? Or just regular farming? Why were people here anyways? Why did everyone other than herself decide to come here? Surely, not all of them were treasure hunters, right?

“Anyways, didja let the others know about the whole ‘buildings with burnable furniture bits yet’? Not seeing lotsa em here. And Wilma, c’mon over! I’ll show you how to clean things up!”.

"Seems we've got our first local spat. The red-headed foreigner boy there claims that girl stole some tools of his. What a mess." The woman explained, making a lisght nod towards the male red-head.

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