Lunamor

Lunamor pulls out a bottle and wafts it under his nose, waking him up. Ah, a radiant. Lunamor thinks for a moment. ”Well, I need a cook and a bartender. Do either of those sound good?” He was just hiring people left and right today.

Grape flavoring tastes like medicine.

@Ookla of whimsy, I absolutely love Goto’s name!

Granted. Now you are incapable of saying anything but “Holy [noun] Batman!” I wish for all of my pants to have pockets.

Who’s that Pokemon? It’s Gengar!

Welcome to the Shard, glad to have you! The Creator’s Corner is great. What’s your favorite Sanderson book?

“Yes, you.” He eyes the Veden man, noting his red hair. He is part Horneater, then. Why oh why must I deal with this? ”Seriously, don’t stab stuff.” He gestures to his scratched up bar and some blood on the ground he hasn’t cleaned up yet. ”That’s already happened plenty today.”

Lunamor sighs, then nods begrudgingly. What is it with the white today? He shuffles to the bar, pours three tiny glasses of white, and hands them over. ”Just don’t stab anything or anyone, ok?” Someone else was entering. Lunamor’s restaurant is quickly becoming crowded. He turns to face him. ”Welcome to The Happy Inquisitor! How can I help you?”

Who? (Arrested Development reference)

Eza waved at Lucky. She seemed really friendly. Good fashion sense. ”Hi! Nice to meet you.” She glanced around the shop, not recognizing some of the products. There were a few things she was familiar with, however, including an awfully shiny pair of dice… She made herself look away. Lucky was being nice. She shouldn’t steal them. Not in the middle of introductions, at least. But rust, those dice were pretty. Polished and silvery. And there were so many dice around, surely a single pair wouldn’t be missed. Eza wrenched her attention back to Lucky and pulled her hood down. ”How’d you and Lum meet?”

Eza was caught off guard. Hemalurgists were the boogeymen of Scadrial. She had never met someone who wasn’t scared of them, let alone thought they could defeat one. She wasn’t sure how to feel about that. “Oh, ok.” She felt a bit embarrassed, now. She then spotted wanted posters across the street displaying her, Lum’s, and Perses’s faces. It was an oddly welcome change of subject, if also highly concerning. She quickly pulled up her hood, then pointed them out to Lum. ”The officer didn’t respect the rules of your game. Jerk.”

I claim 51% ownership.

Lunamor approaches the suspicious man, rather peeved and wondering if the health inspector had a massive wig collection. ”Apologies for the wait. How can I help you?”

I claim ownership from @Ookla-The-Stick on the grounds that I am perfectly capable of multitasking, thank you very much!

I claim ownership from @Ookla-The-Stick on the grounds that she is clearly insane and has no tastebuds!

I claim ownership by right of seniority!

Those rules were unfamiliar, but Eza nodded and made sure to commit them to memory. She already avoided birds anyways. Lum’s other words were uncomfortably familiar, however. And if Lum kept working for Perses, if she had to see that monster again, concealing her hatred of him would be difficult. I need to tell Lum. Rust, she didn’t want to. She never was safe, though. And neither was anyone else she associated with. Her expression darkened. “I need to tell you something.” Eza led Lum off of the street and into an alley. She looked around. They were alone. She kept her voice low anyways, speaking quickly. ”People are looking for me. They, um…” Might as well be blunt. Eza pointed at her scar. ”They want to kill me. I don’t think they know where I am, but they have been very good at finding me before. If you see anyone who looks like Perses approach, someone with spikes, you need to leave. Don’t come back to look for me, ok?” Her voice began to shake. Eza had been trying not to think of what the strangers had done. Acknowledging it meant acknowledging the fact that there was nothing Eza could do to stop them. ”You need to promise me you’ll stay away if anything happens. Please. And if you want to go ahead and leave before there’s a chance of anything happening, that’s ok too.” One death is better than two.

Eza was dumbfounded. Lum was a noble? She had so many questions. Did they own a house? Multiple houses? Did they have servants? Did they ever wear those fancy, stupid looking outfits? But talking about wealth in the middle of the Mistwarrens probably wasn’t the best of ideas. She imagined that an entire family of people like Lum would indeed be chaotic. They probably didn’t have any mirrors. ”Why’d you leave?” Lum had a family out there. Didn’t they miss them?

Tucking the stone into one of her many bags, Eza didn’t follow Lum’s logic. That whole interaction could have easily been 160 boxings cheaper. Thieving was a bit risky, sure, but with practice you didn’t need to pay attention to laws. The jeweler had definitely been trying to rip them off, too. Plus, if you didn’t have an actual income, you didn’t need to pay taxes. Probably. ”I guess being rich would make it hard to hide if you get in trouble. You’d get stolen from a lot, too. Difficult to keep all of your stuff secret.” Eza paused, then looked up at Lum. “Have you been rich before?”

Eza peeked over the side of an adjacent building’s roof, then nimbly hopped down into the store. She eyed the merchandise, standing a bit stiffly. It felt weird to be buying something when she could just steal it for free. But Lum was the one paying, not her. She spotted a loose gem resting on a table. Well, it was a bit of a stretch to call it a gem. It was a cheap, polished crystal poorly cut in an attempt to resemble a diamond. The stone had most likely been accidentally dislodged from a piece of jewelry. Eza excitedly scurried over and scooped it up, then returned to Lum and the shopkeeper. She held it up, grinning. “I want this!”

Gets [DATA EXPUNGED]. Inserts a Shardfork.

Eza froze, hearing a gunshot, but then let out a sigh of relief when Lum yelled they were ok. They’d won the game. They were safe. Preparing to sprint away, she felt a pang of guilt. That Terris officer seemed really sad that Eza had stolen her favorite gun. And she had asked for it back nicely. The weapon wasn’t very shiny anyways, just a dull grey metal. Eza turned around and skidded the gun across the floor back towards the woman. She then kept running, yelling over her shoulder. ”I’m sorry I stole your gun, please don’t kill anyone with it!” She then leapt out of a window, landing with unnatural grace on a low building’s roof by iron pulling on a metal fixture embedded in it. Without breaking stride, she disappeared into the streets. @Ookla thePresentParticiple @Ookla of Ravens @Ookla the Prehistoric

I think that would be a good idea.

Has anyone else just completely forgotten how to do long division?