what you're given, what you live in

[fatedfinality]

Darling, it finds a way to live in you

Who: Ardyn & You
What: A catch-all log for Ardyn and the various shit he's bound to get up to outside of events (so: quests, misc. interactions, etc.)
Where: All around Town
When: The last months of 2024

Warnings: Blanket warnings for suicidal ideation, self-harm tendencies, alcoholism, and others that will be specific to the threads and noted in the subject line!

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[fatedfinality]

Between Absinthe's persistent redirection and Ardyn's provoking it towards the direction they seek, eventually they manage to get the rooster and flock both back to its owner. "Next time," he says, to the farmer a bit more menacingly than he intends, "maybe outline all the details, hm?" He would have liked to have been prepared for the fucking angry giant rooster, but- He concedes they won't be getting paid due to the unfortunate eradication of a chicken or two meaning he lost some money on eggs.

He actually isn't too fussed about that though. Tired, certainly, but no doubt Absinthe is too after using that much magic just to wrangle a bunch of feathered freaks back into their coop. Ardyn has half a mind to pelt the farmer's house with eggs stolen like a disgruntled teenager, but- No. He won't.

(At least, not in broad daylight with any witnesses around.)

"Far more than we bargained for," he says, "but at least we make an interesting team."

[amaratha]

Absinthe, on the other hand, is fussed about the lack of payment- she gripes and whines to the farmer about it, before sulking off to survey the damage she'd wrecked in the wake of things.

She won't admit it, but the farmer did have a point when he retorted that she had killed a lot of chickens. In her defense, they kept going for her or Ardyn. As the Tiefling spins away from the disgruntled farmer in a full sulk, Ardyn comes up to her, and his remark does bouy her mood somewhat.

“Yeah! We did good, even if the farmer doesn't get it.” She stares at the closest chicken corpse obliterated by a 1d10 Eldritch Blast, the wheels in her mind spinning again. “Thanks for partying up with me. You think some of those chickens I shot would do anything for you?”

That's not much worse than the compensation they would've gotten anyway, she thinks. Freshly killed chicken is even better than eggs and feathers!

[fatedfinality]

"That's alright," he says, about the farmer. "I'm sure he'll recognize the error of his ways when we're the next successful champions of Town." Or, you know, his house is egged. It's going to be the latter, but Ardyn can pretend he means the former.

"I mean, far be it from me to deny good meat. Even if I don't eat it, I'm sure I can find a use." He could lure some kind of creature out to tame, maybe, or give someone salmonella. The possibilities are endless, truly!

(this seems like a good point to wrap?)

[amaratha]

“Yes. I’m sure he will,” Absinthe agrees, fully confident in their potential as future heroes. She fancies herself as having outgrown egging houses, but she’s hardly going to police other people about it.

“Let’s go! If we pick them up quickly, it’s basically fresh.”