Damn Fleshcrafter - RPLOG
Participants
Date
3/8/478
Log
Fenris leads the way through the muddy streets of the market to a large, striped tent on the outskirts. There are only a few beings around after that heavy rain, but a coyote in garish garb is standing atop a wagon calling out to passers by.
"Need a change, Ladies and Gentlemen?" he cajoles from his perch, "Tired of the same old dull routine? Want to see what it is like to be someone else? We've got the answer right here! The amazing, one of a kind, one and only fleshcrafter itself!"
Rokarion shakes his head at Zuri, "Let us say that I have seen more accidents involving them than anything else."
Zuri follows after Rokarion happily, tail swaying side to side as he sticks close to Rokarion. He peers up at the tent, then at the coyote, giving him a quirked brow. "So, how does this thing work, actually? I mean.. what does it do? Is it safe?"
Rokarion shakes his head at Zuri, "Let us say that I have seen more accidents involving them than anything else."
Amelia was already at the tent, standing in the rain with her hood pulled high. She didn't seem to mind it. Her attention was fully on the tent itself, ears giving a little twitch under the fabric from time to time.
Thelergramor just happened to be passing by, drinking from a flask of whiskey as he tends to be, when he hears the 'yote making noise at people. The wolf shrugs, and having nothing better to do, heads over to investigate this here fleshcrafter. The wolf approaches, quietly stepping up behind Rokarion and Zuri.
The coyote frowns at Rokarion, but then turns a beaming grin on Zuri. "Of course it's safe, young man!" he hawks, "Why, I'd use it myself if I wasn't already so good looking! I've yet to have a dissatisfied customer! For only a thousand crowns, you can have a few hours as anything you like! The magic of the Creators makes it all possible! Heck! For just a few ounces of lunar dust, we can make the changes last forever! Care to give it a whirl, son?"
Meko Follows Fenris pulling his hood up just trying to see what's going on.
Zuri smiles reflexively as the coyote smiles at him. He blinks at the price. "A thousand crowns! That's.. that's not cheap.." He peers around, then at Rokarion. "What do you say Rokarion?" The small salamander's quite afraid of upsetting the jasmine beside him, and quirks a brow curiously as he waits his reply.
Amelia slowly tilts her head to the side, turning her eyes towards the coyote. A quiet, determined hum escapes from her before she glances around at the rest of the crowd. She doesn't stand out much, save for how few people there really are in this weather.
Thelergramor rubs his muzzle, contemplating this... Always liked his self the way he is, but, thousand crowns to be someone else for a few hours? He imagines the mischief he could get up to... "...Huh." Resumes drinking...
Rokarion looks down at Zuri and raises a brow, "Do you have a thousand crowns on you?" he asks in his usual dull tone, "Also what do I think about what exactly?"
"Totally worth the price!" the coyote hawker assures, "After all, we must take care of this marvelous machine! And there is no other like it! A Once in a Lifetime THRILL ladies and gentlemen!" He turns his attention away from Zuri, afraid he may have lost the easy sell and looks about for another target, eyes settling on Fenris. "You sir!" he cries, "You look like a fellow who is up for a bit of a thrill!"
Fenris smiles at the hawker. He has seen the inside of that machine more than once, though he can understand why the coyote might not recognize him. "I might be," he laughs, "I might be." The tiger looks around at his cohorts to see what they might do.
Amelia scratches at the back of her head through the hood, before dipping a hand into her robes to poke at a coinpurse. "I don't know," she muses out loud, mostly to herself. "Kind of a big deal..."
Zuri blinks at Rokarion. "What do you think about us going into the fleshcrafter. I mean.. that's clearly the subject being discussed." He sticks his tongue out playully at the plant being, then turns to the coyote, pursing his lips thoughtfully. "Hmm..."
Thelergramor continues to stroke his muzzle in contemplation of this, is considering it however. Being somewhat bored, and somewhat inebriated... He starts checking the various pouches in his pockets and at his belt... Easily totalling at least 1k... The wolf shrugs, then starts heading up towards the coyote. "Alright, I'm in."
Rokarion nods his head, "So you want to use it then. So back to the question, do you have a thousand crowns that you are willing to part with for a few hours of getting transformed into a different species?" the plant being asks with a shrug.
The coyote snatches away the pouch in Thelergramor's hand. "Very Good sir!" he says, hefting the bag in his hand with a shark's grin on his face, "Step right up! Step right up! You just tell me what it is you want and we'll get you taken care of lickety split! Best thousand you'll ever spend!" He waves Thelergramor to the tent behind him, where a large mole stands beside the lifted flap.
Fenris also hands over a pouch with an easy laugh. "Sure!" he says, following Thelergramor, "I'm up for a little adventure!"
Zuri huffs. "I suppose we do have other things to spend crown on right now.." He crosses his arms as he watches Thel and Fenris step up. "Let's see what they're going to come out as." His tail flits side to side with curiosity.
Meko Darts behind Fenris with his head peeking as if the tent could explode.
Thelergramor slips on into the tent, smiling a bit as he does. His hands to go to his pockets as he looks over the interior, nodding at the mole and greeting Fenris with a "Hey, Fenris." Then glances back at the mole. "So, how's this work? Just get on in the thing or...?" Sort of knows how it works, but asks anyway.
Thelergramor spends 1000 Crown for RP reasons.
Fenris spends 1000 Crown to: Fleshcrafting
Rokarion looks down at the salamander and smiles, putting a hand on his head and patting him gently before leaning and whispering something in his ear, "If it makes you feel any better, I have some biscuits back home for you, baked them just today."
The mole nods at Thelergramor. "You just tell me what it is you want, and then you step into the tent there and hold real still," he drawls, "It's real easy. Feels a little funny, I'm told, but it don't hurt so long as you hold still till its done."
The Coyote barker claps and cheers, leading the crowd along. "Let's hear it for our brave souls folks!" he cheers, "Even if it is just for a little while, Change is exciting!"
Zuri looks up at Rokarion with a quirked brow. "What.. what do you mean come out form there?" He looks back and forth between the plant and the fleshcrafter, suddenly seeming quite confused. He peers back up at Rokarion. "Biskies can wait, now I want to see what's going to happen here."
