fairyland fun! (your levels of fun may vary)

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[New day, new town, and hopefully new opportunities. Specifically opportunities to make some money because Zel and Emery’s funds have been running kind of low after their most recent misadventure. This has meant a temporary separation while Zelgadis goes to look for merc-type work and potential cure leads and Emery goes around chatting up the locals without terrifying them.

Or at least that was the plan, until Calanthe showed up.

By the time Zel gets back to the inn, Emery’s still busy talking to Calanthe in their inn room, although the conversation’s just about wrapping up. If he’s perceptive he might even catch a bit of Emery’s words.

“...some funds this time? ...Seriously, is that it? He’s always such a cheapskate. …Okay I got it. I’ll see you later.”

A few moments later a woman wearing a green cloak exits their inn room. Her hood is up, partly obscuring a pale face and hair, and she barely spares anyone a passing glance as she drifts down the hallway.

Emery is still standing inside the inn room looking pensive, but when Zel enters he’ll give him a bright smile.]

Oh! Hey, Zel. Did you manage to find anything?

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[Emery really has to lean in in order to catch that, and he murmurs in return:]

Really? I thought you loved big public scenes like that.

[Just like Zel loves being kicked while he’s down, naturally. In a more contrite tone, Emery continues:]



Seriously though, I’m sorry I didn’t think about warning you- fairies don’t always have the same palate as humans. Or digestive systems. Most of what was served at the- at my boss’s place was human-friendly, and stuff like black soup was considered peasant dishes, so… I guess we all learned a lesson today, huh?

[chimerad]

[it's easy for Emery to tell how embarrassed Zel is, even with most of his face obscured by hair or fabric...it's in the rigid posture and the sullen mumbling. thank goodness he has no stairs he must climb, he'd likely just fall up or down them.]

...Right. [so much for subtlety.]

Is it...even fine to be chatting? [will that blow Emery's cover? does he have a cover? why is Zel the only one covered up this is the opposite of inconspicuous, what a disaster.]

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[Emery has also considered the possibility, but Calanthe doesn’t seem to have recognized Zel, so he’s come up with the perfect excuse for them to be chatting:]

Just pretend that I’m a very attractive stranger who decided to interfere in your business.

[Raising his voice to a bit above the murmur he’s been speaking in, Emery continues.]

So you just arrived in town too, huh? How are you finding the place so far?

[chimerad]

...Different. Than...what I expected.

[...]

Since you ordered it...are you going to eat this fish-thing with me? When it shows up. Or do you just do that. Order things for people.

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I thought it would be more diplomatic if you ate something. I don’t think the chef’s pride would recover easily if you refused to eat anything they made.

[And Emery has had smoked meat dishes before so he’s like 99% sure the trout will actually be edible.]

But we can split it if you like. You don’t want a lonely meal, huh~?

[chimerad]

[a touch dry, with a hint of a smirk:] If you try it first and keel over, I'll at least know to cut my losses.

[fair_trouble]

[Emery gasps in mock outrage.]

And after I went to the trouble of rescuing you! How cruel!

[It isn’t too long before the innkeeper shows up, bringing along a small plate with a fish filet (if Zelgadis has ever had barbequed fish it is basically that but with a smokier flavor) topped with a creamy sauce and a side of greens.

Despite his complaint, Emery does indeed go ahead and take the first forkful.]

Well, either it’s safe or the toxins are slow acting. Here.

[He hands Zel the fork in case he wants to try some. Maybe get the taste of black soup from out of his mouth.]

[chimerad]

[the teasing takes the edge off, though only briefly; Zel cannot entirely be free of the skin-crawling feeling of being too perceived, and that's only reinforced when he can catch glimpse of the innkeeper shooting fast glances over toward them before he's opted to taking his mask off again.

he sighs, taking the fork, forgetting decorum and asking for a second so it's not that obvious they know each other. just shut up and eat, Zel.]

...Decent.

[also, not likely to kill him.]

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[Emery pats Zel’s shoulder once the other man acknowledges the edibility of the fish.]

Happy to have helped~

[...And having said that, Emery gets back to his feet. Sorry Zel, but Calanthe just emerged into the solarium with a bag slung over her shoulder and Emery is now moving over to talk to her.

“Why did you get involved with the soup guy?”]

I’m a bleeding heart by nature. If I see someone in trouble, of course I’m going to try and help.

[“...You should worry more about avoiding attention.”]

Relax, I know what I’m doing.

[“Well, I guess that’s alright then. Here. I’ll talk to you later.”]

See you around~

[Calanthe hands Emery a piece of amber that he slips into his pocket. She then leaves the inn but alas, Emery still does not return to his Zelgadis’s side! Instead he goes over to the innkeeper and starts asking questions about the lake and if there’s a place he can get fishing gear in town.

And then Emery leaves the inn.]

[chimerad]

[the space Emery leaves behind seems to start to fill back up with the unease he had dispelled so easily, and Zel is now internally flaying himself for being so stupid as to order anything and be saddled with the task of actually finishing it out. probably a good idea ultimately - more calories to burn means more magic, after all. still...

engh. whatever. pretend you're Lina or Gourry and just hork it down, man! there's places to be, apparently!

"soup guy"......he kind of wants to die.

in fifteen minutes or so, he finishes up, dropping a small handful of coin on the table in lieu of even asking how much it could be (how much could a fey fish cost? a dollar?) before heading out, eyes forward, painfully aware of eyes following him. mess.

from there, it's a matter of looking about to see where his better half has wandered off to...]

[fair_trouble]

[Zel may catch the innkeeper going “...Isn’t this currency from-” before he leaves, but fortunately nobody bothers chasing after the weird hooded guy.

Emery is by the lake, and hopefully Zel was eavesdropping on Emery’s conversation with the innkeeper back at the inn so he’d know to look there. That was Emery’s intention, anyway! Either way, Emery’s not going anywhere until Zel catches up with him.

He’s found a relatively private corner of the lake- visible, but there’s nobody else within earshot- and is idly trying and failing to skip stones. His expression is distant, but once Zel shows up Emery’s mouth twitches into a smile despite Zel’s no doubt abject misery.]



Hey. Enjoy your meal?

[Please don’t dunk him in the lake.]

[chimerad]

Didn't die.

[so there's that. and honestly? if anyone deserves to be in the bottom of that lake, it's Zel. he should just walk in there, he has no buoyancy anyway...]

Did everything go alright?

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[Emery’s expression softens into something more concerned, but he otherwise doesn’t fuss. Zel will probably get over any embarrassment once he’s distracted, right?]

Yeah. Callie gave me the full story and we discussed a basic plan of action. [One which Emery figures will be easy to modify to include a Zelgadis in it.] It’s a pity you didn’t enjoy your meal, because we’ll probably be eating more fish in the future. You and I are going on a fishing trip~

[chimerad]

[he tilts his head slightly.]

Somewhere in this realm? Or back on the normal continent?

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Here! We’re going to the Ganarath River- the name’s the same in both realms, but Merry Morgan’s palace is located at the source, and it’s a very popular fishing spot. Lots of people travel there, so it’s not gonna seem strange if two people show up from abroad.

[Emery glances around, confirming they’re alone before he sits down to elaborate.]

So Merry Morgan is a noblewoman who presides over the Ganarath River and its tributaries…

[And then there’s a big infodump I’m not typing out twice when there’s a perfectly good summary right here. Hopefully, Zel will find the story more digestible than the soup was. Once Emery's laid out the essentials he looks at Zel expectantly, awaiting any questions.]

[chimerad]

...

[so...some fae bigwig might be making a play back in the human realm? Mazoku-coded indeed.]

Have you interacted with this Merry Morgan before? Will she know who you are?

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Never met her in my life. And if we can get through this without changing that, so much the better.

[Though Emery wonders, briefly, if Merry Morgan did see his actual face if she might pick up on a resemblance to the Field Lord. That’s a weird feeling.]

[chimerad]

[a covert mission, then. he considers that for a bit, hand on his hip as he watches the water.]

I guess...this face of mine will be useful for something. It's pretty distracting, compared to one like yours.

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[That earns Zel a sideways glance.]



Are you trying to insinuate that I have a plain face?

[Are you saying that Emery has a HOMELY COUNTENANCE that is BENEATH NOTICE? Huh???]

[chimerad]

Eh-?

[beat. blink.

he looks down and sees that look and flushes.]

N-no, I meant...mine's...ugly enough to draw attention. You know that.

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[Emery resists the urge to sigh and gets to his feet so that he can give Zel’s cheek an exasperated poke.]

You're not ugly, and if you draw attention it’ll be because everyone’s wondering who that mysterious, handsome man is. What is his agenda? Is he on a sacred mission? Running from a tragic past? Does he have a girlfriend? Perhaps five girlfriends?

[chimerad]

Fi-- [he makes a face, scoffing.] No sane person would be thinking that. Let's move on. What's your plan?

[fair_trouble]

[Emery might protest that he had similar thoughts when he first met Zel, but that wouldn’t exactly be disproving Zel’s point, would it? And fine, it’s time for serious plan talk.]

Nothing elaborate. I figured I’d use my abilities to disguise myself- [Zelgadis’s appearance may be more alarming than Emery’s, particularly in the human realm where being part rock is generally unheard of, but Emery’s fair beauty does attract attention in its own right.] -and we’d use the fishing trip as a cover story. Once we’re in the area we try and get close to the palace to do some recon, and I’ll chat up the locals. There’s always someone who wants to gossip. And if not… I can use my fey charm.

[Hopefully it won’t come to that! He's only deliberately used his charm abilities on a few occasions, but he's always felt kind of. Icky, afterwards.]

And maybe we’ll try sneaking into that tower to see what’s in there.

[chimerad]

Do you expect any resistance, or...chance that things might get dicey? [ie: is he going to have to throw magical hands? because he kind of had the impression he might have to.

then again, he was painting this mission based on his own past experiences rather than...black-souped reality...]

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…A little. Merry Morgan obviously wants to keep something under wraps, and I don’t think she or her underlings will look too kindly on anyone prying into her secrets.

[As much as Emery would like to pretend otherwise, nothing he’s heard about Merry Morgan indicates she’s the pacifistic type. The Field Lord certainly isn’t, and wouldn’t have any compunctions about Emery risking his life to fulfill the Field Lord’s whims.]

But let’s try and avoid that, alright? I don't like it when people get hurt.