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"A woman who knows what she wants and makes sure she gets it. Who could resist such a gem," Fillion replies, figuring the mister master fellow can just wait at the gate until after he enjoys a meal, some lovely company, and gains (hopefully) valuable information.
"I should be absolutely delighted to enjoy sharing a meal with you before I leave, and maybe the information could be part of our mealtime chatting, then."
Can't help but wonder if I've just volunteered myself to be teleported? And as an additional thought, whatever does she eat? Didn't really check for fangs. Hopefully it's not blood. Or turnips. Turnips are disgusting.
"Where would milady care to dine?" he asks flashing a charming smile and offering his arm that he might provide her a proper escort. Being an adventuring investigator does not mean one cannot also be a gentleman.
Whenever she does share the information, will my earlier sense motive roll still apply, or do I reroll as we get to that point in the interaction?

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So, eating at 8 then. What time is it now?

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Okay, thanks
"Then when the clock strikes 8, I shall return, darling Diana," Fillion says, taking her hand and brushing his lips across it in a light kiss.
"I will tend to the bit of additional supply acquisition I need to do and then return. Until then, my dear."
And with that, and a polite bow, Fillion makes his way out of the tent to get the rest of his supplies, several of which are alchemical in nature. He also makes sure to purchase a bouquet for his dinner date. He looks for flowers which will compliment the blue-black of her hair as well as her gold-rimmed green eyes.
Of course, Fillion would be remiss if he didn't try to get a bit more information about his informant.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (9) + 8 = 17 to subtly bring Diana up in conversation with the local alchemist (and any eavesdropping customers) to find out about this mysterious, mystical beauty.
Not sure what a bouquet would actually cost in game. A few coppers? Silvers maybe? I just know Fillion would not show up for a date empty-handed.

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assuming Gonzo caught up after I'm exiting Diana the Diviner's tent
"Of course you may. Looks like we're in this mess with the mister master fellow together, so may as well get used to each other's company. I'm heading to the local alchemist's shop. What shop are you looking for?"
Fillion certainly doesn't want anyone tagging along as he heads back to Diana's tent later, but getting a chance to learn more about those who are on this adventure with him is not a bad idea.

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"Well, let's not forget, we also have a skilled mercenary in yourself," he says giving a knowing look at Ash to let her know he caught her earlier slip. "I'm an investigator, if you will. A solver of mysteries."
Then, turning to Oracion, he adds, "Well, I think the shops are in the same general direction, so we can all walk together for a ways, at least.
Magical goods? Wonder what sort of power this caster may have. Maybe there's more to this "helpless" blind girl than she lets on?

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As soon as we are out of the city , i give you my word i will let you all know my real job... I give you all my guarantee i am no threat to any of you. She responds, the rune behind her eyes glow slightly as she gives her word, the bright glowing staying lit.

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I'm sure you mean no harm she says as she turns towards Ash I couldn't help but notice your rune is different than mine, do all oracles with this curse have different runes?
My rune

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From my understanding Oracles can be cursed differently, i was for example cursed by... she stops mid sentence her voice growing a bit more somber, My soul is shackled to the pits of Hell, I am bound to fulfill my word and any contract made or else i am punished... it happened one night when my older brother went insane...he kill our mom and dad at the behest of demons. Of course with each curse we are gifted with extraordinary powers, some consider it divine balance for each tragedy there must be a gift to balance things. Of course you should understand that our curses can also be our greatest gifts.

Cilla |

Well my background's much more boring than all that. My family has a farm on Ingal but I'm not the type to stay put in one place. I've been travelling the discs for a couple of years, picking up odd jobs here and there - mustering, security, anything that Zak and I can help out with.

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Boring is good, boring means you don't have to worry about having an insane serial killer out somewhere in the Discs. Do you keep in touch with them? Your family I mean. She giggles a little having brightened up a bit.

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Understandable, i get bored myself staying in one place. I'm a bit of a dancer and acrobat when not preparing for a mission, it can be entertaining. Do you find your work enjoyable?
Tristan....

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Just throwing this back out so it doesn't get missed. Whenever we actually get to the stores, Fillion heads to the alchemist's shop and does this...
"And with that, and a polite bow, Fillion makes his way out of the tent to get the rest of his supplies, several of which are alchemical in nature. He also makes sure to purchase a bouquet for his dinner date. He looks for flowers which will compliment the blue-black of her hair as well as her gold-rimmed green eyes.Of course, Fillion would be remiss if he didn't try to get a bit more information about his informant.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (11) + 8 = 19 to subtly bring Diana up in conversation with the local alchemist (and any eavesdropping customers) to find out about this mysterious, mystical beauty.
[ooc]Not sure what a bouquet would actually cost in game. A few coppers? Silvers maybe? I just know Fillion would not show up for a date empty-handed.
Also, original roll was 17, it got boosted when I posted the quote and had to fix the format

GM Mandarin |

Fillion
When you enter the alchemists tent, a loud BOOM! accompanies your entrance.
A burly, red-headed man stands up from behind a counter, his face covered in black soot, his eyebrows singed off. "Why, hulloo, thar, lad. Hoo may ah be 'f assistance ta yah?"
Are you other guys going to go to shops? Now's your time

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Does the earlier diplomacy roll and explanation of what was being done apply, or should I be re-creating that?

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"Good day, my fine friend," Fillion greets the supposed alchemist.
"I find myself in need of some supplies. I was looking to get 3 acid flasks, smelling salts, 2 smoke sticks, 5 tindertwigs, and 5 candlerods."
This man comes across as the large, jovial sort. The everyman. The buddy. The sidekick. Banter as if a friend seems the best route.
Fillion leans in to continue chatting with the burly alchemist, as if on the sly and between pals, "So, I've noticed that diviner, Diana, and she's quite the looker. Seems strangely distant, though. What's her story?"
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

GM Mandarin |

The man jollily laughs. "Ha ha ha. Your a funny lad," he chuckles.
"You want those? Look a' ma prices! How much 'f ya got on ya?"
In the back of the tent, their is a board with the prices of the said items.
Acid - 15 gp.
Smelling salts - 30 gp.
Smoke sticks - 25 gp.
Tindertwigs - 6 gp.
Candlerods - 6 gp.
"Oh and tha' Diana lass ye were talkin' aboot, I know nuthin' aboot 'er other than she just moved into town 'bout a week ago. She be a bonnie lass, she." He says this last part dreamily and stares into space.

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"A bonny lass indeed!" Fillion concurs to his new pal. "And you say she only arrived a week ago?"
Suspiciously close to our own arrival
"Do you happen to know where she came from? I'm from off disc myself and wondered if our paths might have crossed before."

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With feigned shock, Fillion replies, "What? You think I'd pass up an opportunity to buy the finest alchemical gear around? Of course I'm buying!"
I had simply listed alchemical gear I'd already had Fillion buy, so I guess I'll just have to reconfigure his gold since the prices here are higher
"Let's make it 3 acid flasks, 2 smoke sticks, a tindertwig, and a candlerod. That's, let's see, 92 gold, yes? Now what say we round that off to an even 100 and have a chat about the bonnie Diana."

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"Ye've got yerself a deal!" he smiles. "I'll get the cashier fer ye."
He puts his pinkies to his lips and whistles. "Hey, Eugene!"
He ducks down beneath the counter and pops up with an apron on and a monacle.
"Right," he says with a different accent. "100 gold pieces it'll be. Good day to you sir."
The shop owner pops down and up again, back in his attire he had on before.
I'll post the conversation in a minute

GM Mandarin |

"Well, I've got me coin, might as well tell ya the truth. I know nothin' o' the lass's past." He gulps and inhales jaggedly.
"I'm just a shop keeper who keeps to 'imself. Though, I do admit ta peepin' in her tent as she performs a spell, somatic components an' such."
Sighing, he says, "Now that I've robbed ya, good day ta ya."

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Well, on the bright side, he doesn't know how to do math, so he hasn't realized I underpaid for his prices.
"You are a crafty one, friend. I can't fault a fellow for making a living, though." And with that, Fillion shakes the shopkeeper's hand, turns to walk out of the shop and heads off to get flowers and visit Diana for their dinner date.
On the way out, he tries to get his money's worth by swiping some smelling salts.
Sleight of hand: 1d20 + 11 ⇒ (19) + 11 = 30

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Walter, with nothing to do, walked back to the tavern. He sat down his Greatsword next to him and took a seat. He already felt exhausted from the heat. Walter took his canteen and gently poured some water into his dry, dusty hands. He then splashed the water on his face in a vain attempt to find relief from the heat.
"Two drinks please." He said softly to the barkeeper with a slight stutter.
Walter needed to find some work and make some coin. In the meantime maybe he could ask the barkeep for some info. He had attempted to follow an Elven lad into the alchemist tent, but decided against entering the tent. Maybe he would see the bloke around again.

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Ashling follows after the quiet boy, sitting next to him in the bar. What are you doing? You haven't said a word to anyone.
its always the quiet ones you have to look out for

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Gonzo decided to try and distract the alchemist, considering smelling salts were usual and outside his usual crafts, and to foster some good will.
As a fellow alchemist, Gonzo couldn't help but notice your acid seems different, mind sharing your trick?
Honestly not sure what to roll, correct me if I'm wrong. [ooc]Bluff: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (16) + 5 = 21

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Walter had been daydreaming until a girl sat down next to him. It initially startled him, but after a few moments he regained what little composure he had.
"I umm... um.. well... at the moment I'm waiting for my drink. Don't take offense to me not talking much. I'm not exactly socially..."
Walter suddenly stopped talking and stared into space for a few painfully awkward moments.
"Hmm, I seem to have forgotten what I was going to say. That happens quite a lot. Can I buy you a drink?
Walter was just glad to have some company.

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No thank you, drinking clouds the mind...you seem nervous....out of sorts, is something wrong? Either way you shouldn't drink, it Won't help.
She sat their silently holding a clear blue knife sharpening it.

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Walter stared at the knife she was holding. He started talking, but his eyes remained fixated on the knife.
"I guess you're right." He said in a very disappointed and sad tone. Walter made a gesture at the barkeep to cancel the drink.
"Nothing is wrong... Just some regrets is all. So what brings you to this fine establishment?"

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We are part of a team, you wandered off so i came to find out why.the others are off shopping... i find shopping boring, more interested in finding out what this task of ours is, how much Gi-backa knows..if his people are a threat.

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"Yes, yes we are."
Walter gave a little smile. He then lifted his hand and tilted his head back as if he had a drink. Upon realizing there was nothing in his hand, he sheepishly looked away from Aisling.
"To be honest, I too find shopping rather dull. Perhaps we can do more investigating together? Find out some more info? Gi-backa makes me nervous."

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Walter turned to face Cilla.
"My name is Walter Sadsong and yes, I will be joining the party. I would love to buy you a drink, though my companion here has convinced me that I better lay off the stuff... at least for tonight."
Walter then gestured to the barkeep to bring a drink.