The Technologists Strike Back - Fled Fleshcrafter - RPLOG
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Date
21/11/479
Log
"No! NO!" comes a horrified cry from the outskirts of the open marketplace, "They couldn't leave! They didn't! I am telling you, you are making a mistake!"
Two town guards are struggling with a chunky boar in noble finery who seems to be trying to drag them to an empty patch of ground where a large tent recently stood. It looks like the Fleshcrafters have moved along and left behind a dissatisfied customer.
Ssen isn't entirely looking for trouble today but seems to find it somehow none the less. The little moth girl was busy running laps around the market, dodging through the crowds and around bystanders when she manages to stumble right out into what could only be described as a kerfuffle. The moth slows herself to a stop and blinks up to the unusual scene with a blank expression, unsure of how to read into it. She fails to grasp that the fact she's only standing a few feet away may indeed implicate her in the issue.
"What's the problem here?" Rixo asks, having largely just been passing through, as she is wont to do. "Did someone get robbed?" She asks, looking between the boar and the guards.
It was indeed another busy day in the market. Among the crowded stalls, Ioph stood near an Alchemist's store, inspecting the healing properties of some concoction made from herbs they brought from Shralesta. For some reason, the towering plant was very intrigued about it. Yet, snapping out of her focus, she turned around, looking towards the confusion. She wasn't too far from it, but she couldn't make much sense of what was going on considering all the other people in front of her.
Flora, for her part, is flicking her tail lightly behind, scratching behind her head as she watches the going-ons. She's had to pass on her morning market-walk today due to some stuff surrounding her project.
Still, she's quick to move towards the origin of the ruckus, her brow raised lightly.
Galve happened to be at the store that Ioph was in, stocking up on alchemical supplies and picking up a small list of things for infirmary back at the church when he noticed the commotion.
"Just look!" the tubby boar cries, refusing to be dissuaded by the guards, "You have to look! You have to find them! You can't just leave me like. . . like this!"
The boar starts to openly weep, snorting and blubbering while the guards look on in embarrassment. "Sir," one finally hazards, "I'm not sure I understand the problem. The Fleshcrafters come and go all the time. If you needed to see them, i am sure that they will be back in a few weeks."
Galve gathers the list's and his own purchases, dispensing the crown required and handing over a small pouch for the other. He took it all into a leather shoulder bag and exited the shop, passing Ioph on the way out. "What seems to be the problem?" He asks the plant, hoping she might know more about it than he did.
Ssen worries slughtly that things might escalate despite the lowering of the tone to a sadder scene. The moth busies herself looking uninterested, taking several steps back to cool down from her excerises. Oddly for the normally silent insect she begins to hum, building up a quiet but audible little tune behind her mask
Rixo lifts her hand, rubbing at her chin for a moment before nodding. "I think I see the problem. How long ago did you last see them?" She asks of the boar. "That will give me a good idea of how fast I need to run to catch up to them! I am certain that I can find them, if they've packed up and gone ahead."
Ioph could only imagine, but she did look towards the Sheep, calmly saying, "Hmm. I believe that person -may- have wrongly used a fleshcrafter, I'm not so sure though." The plant slowly moved a couple of steps forward towards the crowd, getting closer to the boar and the guards. "Excuse me, sorry about that." She said as she happened to accidentally push someone else on her way.
Flora sighs and nods lightly as she makes her way through the mass of people, carefully steering her golem ahead to avoid touching most anyone. Soon enough, she's at the front, looking between the guards and the boar, as well as the other various beings. "Would Mister Boar like to explain?" she ventures after a short pause.
"Y-y-yesterday," the boar groans, "B-but they promised they would be here! It was only supposed to be for the night! It was a j-j-joke!" It would have been an incredibly expensive joke. . . who could this pig be?
The guards, now that their charge is no longer dragging them about are starting to edge away as the gawking crowd grows.
Galve nods. He'd heard a little here and there and read about fleshcrafters..... but never seen one in person nor in operation. He followed the plant and then through the swath cut by Lady Longtail and her golem.
Ssen continues to hum as she picks out the apparent problem solvers, eyes settling on the tall plant lady for a long period before she edges towards Flora and her shiny Golem kitty friend. The humming increases in volume as she draws up next to Bastet, the Moth trying to keep everyone nice and calm with the inate power of her voice so the issue could be solved sharpish. Not through helpfulness but more that the apparent rich fool blubbering pathetically instilled her with a sort of disgusted pity and she deerly wished he'd shut the heck up
"Yesterday... Well. That might be difficult then. Have they already been here today and left again? Or are they running late, perhaps?" The Panda asks of the boar, glancing around the market. "Hmmmm. This complicates things. I might be able to ask around to see if anyone has heard them, or seen them."
"Why would you even take part on such mad joke. Hmph. As if you people playing with things you don't know wasn't a problem already." Said ioph, taking a couple of steps towards the Boar. "Either way. Mister. Who are you and why can't you just wait for them to come back if it was.. 'Just a joke'?" Clearly, the plant creature didn't seem excited with this situation as she gazed into the man's eyes. Still, something about this boar and this story seemed a bit off to her.
"A... Joke?" Flora asks, looking more than a little incredulous at the idea of fleshcrafting as part of a joke. "Flora doesn't get it," she finally offers, perhaps a little bluntly, as she looks between the various beings, scratching her head lightly. "Still... Flora figures that investigation would probably be good, yes. Maybe they're still in the area, maybe they're not, but Flora figures it might help, yes."
