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RULE UPDATE [3/6/2022]
Your OC gets to trade items with the OC above them. Will they trade food? Pokemon cards? Are they trading uranium ore for a newborn puppy? We'll see.
RULES AND GUIDELINES:
- Keep NSFW to a minimum -- suggestions, implications, and innuendos are generally fine, but keep in mind that minors have access to this thread.
- Romantic interactions are allowed, but only between adult characters.
- Sensitive or gory interactions are also allowed, but must be put under a spoiler or blacked out.
- Remember to post IC! The IC button is on top of the field where you write your post, just switch it on and select the character you wish to use.
- There is a five sentence minimum!
- As a general suggestion, not quite a rule, however, please try to match half the post of the person you are responding to.
- It is also recommended that you write a follow-up to the person below you, either accepting, rejecting, or bargaining the trade.
- You may only post every three posts or three days after the last post, not three days after your own.
- Example: [You] [x] [x] [x] [You] or You [x] [x] [three days pass] [You]
- You may post a "claim" to avoid getting sniped, but please do not take too long on it!
- You will be pinged here with a reminder after twelve hours of an unfinished claim. After twenty-four hours of an unfinished claim, you can be skipped by the next person.
- Though this is not required, you can write down characterization notes and/or prompts -- in the case of this thread, what items they might have to trade.
- Be kind to your fellow players, but know that in-character views are not their own out-of-character. Just because their character's rude to yours doesn't mean they themselves feel that way!
- Do not skip over users who have you blocked or who you have blocked. Wait for someone else to respond to them before posting.
- I supervise this thread as much as I can, but if you spot problems, please either DM or ping me.
Smiley slowly stopped drawing the fifteenth smiley face and turned to find the source of the sound. There, several feet away, was a little girl in red and with the most unusual mask over her face. She did not seem to be bothered by his presence. If anything, she looked amused. He silently watched her trace the smile of her own mask with the blood of one of the hikers he'd ran into.
A smile.
With the tilt of his head, Smiley rose to his feet.
A pleasant, little smile.
Severed arm in hand, he passed the trees he'd painted with smiles, smiles that they themselves seemed to accept giddily in exchange for their delicious food. He stopped just a foot away from the girl. "Do you like to paint too? :)" he asked with another tilt of the head. "You're a good painter. You are, you are. :) You made such a lovely smile. So lovely, so lovely. :)" He held the arm out to her. "Why don't you have this? It's my newest paintbrush. :) Isn't it nice, isn't it nice? :) In exchange, you need to help me paint more smiley faces. :) I want this whole forest to be happy like we are. :) Will you help? Will you help? :)"
One eccentric figure was spotted by another in the dead of a cold night. "Oh, Smileey~, I have something to ask of you." they cooed and floated in front of him before gently descending onto solid ground.
"You know you strike me as a-" Cometios booped Smileys nose. Or.. where he suspected the nose to be on the paper bag. "-trustworthy person!" he beamed. "And I'd like someone to watch over this here thing for me." They took off their hat, upon which it lit up and transformed into a large stick with a goldish-white crystal intertwined in its wood at one end.
"I want to experience this world in a more exciting way. But for that, I'll need to put this aside for a while. In exchange, I can help you make people smile!" Cometios' eyes widened slightly. Instead of the sun above their head, there might've as well been a lightbulb. Their gaze lifted and beheld the moon. Large and round in the cloudless nightsky. Empty and pale.
He smirked. The stick turned back into the strange hat. Looks like he'd need it just a little bit longer. Cometios leaned closer to Smiley. "I can do it your way." he whispered and put the hat back on.
(Local god plays his life for a cool hat)
Upon hearing Rens voice, Cometios spun around to face him. In the entitys hand was something that Cometios was, in fact, looking for. And, seeing it in Rens possession, they couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
"Ah it's my hat!" he exclaimed. "Haha wherever did you find-" Before they could grab the hat, it disappeared right before their eyes. Just like that. Their joyful smile froze in horror. "My fucking hat...." he muttered to himself in utter disbelief. Was Ren planning something? Cometios' nervousness rose a little, but it quickly faded when he heard the word 'game'. Now we're talking! His excitement reappeared.
Then Rens eyes exploded into a psychedelic array of colors. Some of them Cometios wasn't even sure he seen before. It was like a reverse car crash. He wanted to look at it more, but he couldn't.
It hurt.
So while averting his eyes from Ren for a moment, he listened to the conditions of this game. "Ten seconds, hm?..." Ten seconds of looking at Rens mind bending eyes and he'll get his hat back. If he fails, something unspeakable might happen to him. "That sounds fair! You're on, Renny dearest!" he proclaimed and started staring into his eyes.
Too bad he didn't have his hat, otherwise he could've attempted to cheat. It was jarring, after all. Very painful even. Everything in his body and possibly the hat somewhere told him to stop actually. But he kept his eyes on the price and on the eldritch soul-tearing impossibility that lay in Rens.
The councilor could scarcely hear anything over the pounding in her ears, even as she retreats from the incessant chatter of the city center's lobby and to the quieter hallways leading to her office. This was the last thing she wanted to be doing, the last person she wanted to be speaking to. Yet, she knows what she saw. Only for the barest of moments, sitting in that courtroom, half listening to Mr. Passacaille's commentary. That knowing smile, different than all the genial and friendly expressions she knew the man for. That chuckle he'd let out, almost taunting her. No, he hadn't explicitly said so. And yet, with a paranoid certainty, Cerys is convinced of it. He knows.
To what extent the man knows of her less-than-legal activities is yet to be determined, but the damage has been done. Ren knows something, and now there is a loose end, eager to fray all she's worked for these last 20 years into oblivion. She can't have that.
Running late to her own meeting, she enters her office and closes the door behind her, and of course, Ren was already there. She almost wishes he'd been late to this arrangement to talk. She pauses by the doorway, light easing into the walls. She'd rather not have unwanted ears listening into this conversation, after all. Her cane is set aside, leaning against the wall as the mage leans against the desk, facing her guest. A sigh that sounds more like a groan leaves her as she runs a gloved hand down her face.
"Alright, what is it then?" She says abruptly, looking harried and tired, any intention of putting up a confident facade gone. "If you had wanted, I would already be in jail, or at least in hot water if you didn't have the evidence to back up your claim." Her gaze focuses on the window, where just outside the city street bustles, public transport and automobiles rumble and rattle together down streets that really could be cleaner.
"I doubt money is of any motivation here, as I'm certain your coffers dwarf my own, and I'm not about to add embezzlement to my running list of crimes to try and bribe you." She murmurs, almost more to herself, her gaze flicking up to focus on Ren's, though immediately she's struck by enough discomfort by those eyes to look away.
"In exchange for your silence on this matter, I can provide other things. I can offer my connections, and skills as an informant, or perhaps my magical skill would be of more interest to you. I can make simple to complex charms, a wide variety of things I typically don't offer people who buy my creations, but on this particular occasion... An exception can be made, trusting that you keep what you have learned to yourself." The mage stands, moving to the window and away from Ren, already hating the fact that she's having to bargain over this at all. "You must understand, I can't afford anything like this to get out, even if people believe it to be a rumor. And, I'm willing to pay heavily for your cooperation if I need to."
v (On the floor kicking my feet, that was awesome, idk how I didn't see this earlier lmao! I'll follow up soon hehe! :3c)
Magic was something to be loathed back home -- hunted down and purged as the blight it was. But, in other places, Karan supposed it had its uses, albeit he came to this realization begrudgingly, and dared not to mention it as he sat before Cerys, composed as could be. He was quiet as he watched her, and for that handful of minutes he tried to find the words. How could he? ..Would others be angry with him? Would his king? His lip curled into a gentle frown. The woman was well-read, well-respected, surely it would all just be a strike with a flog. Nothing painful.
"There may be not much that I can offer you in turn, though your qualifications for such an exchange to even begin with are admirable." Karan met her gaze. He heard rumors of her instability, and part of him assumed it had to do with those so-called qualifications. The pursuit of knowledge always grew dark. Limits had to be placed. He caught himself before he was silent for too long. "What I require from you is simple, however. I only need the texts you've written and those you've collected -- copies, if need be."
"..It's more out of the interest of my duties." he continued in a softer voice, "I don't feel the need to go too much into it, but only that I have foreign pieces to give to you in turn. This is a risk, but one that must be taken for the sake of expanding the temple's library." He stopped again to reach into his satchel, only to give up quickly in his search and place the bag on the table. Within were heavy tomes and documents with yellowed pages. "Should the knowledge of foreigners benefit you, then this deal should be made proper. Contracts made and so on. I don't exactly want to be held responsible for anything... silly."
Cerys was a silly little gal.
"Your fascination with these fields, nevertheless, is ultimately beneficial to our work." Karan then added. He stood and half-circled the table, drawing closer to Cerys' side. "All of us have to know what is out there to even begin to fight it."