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so i'll just wander home
Who: Pure Vanilla Cookie & You
What: Pure Vanilla is familiarizing himself with his surroundings
When: Endish of February
Where: All over the Grove
Warnings: Will edit if needed but nothing so far
a) take me to church - specific for ww but open to all otherwise
b) all that wander are not lost but this sheep may be
c) baa baa white sheep asks you for help
What: Pure Vanilla is familiarizing himself with his surroundings
When: Endish of February
Where: All over the Grove
Warnings: Will edit if needed but nothing so far
a) take me to church - specific for ww but open to all otherwise
[Trying to orient himself more with the Grove, Pure Vanilla has taken to visiting the various buildings. The first place he visits is the one that calls to him most: the Church. It's quiet inside, cozy, and familiar in an unfamiliar way. It reminds him a little of the Solarium of Unity. Not quite in visuals - and most certainly not in the iconography that is completely foreign to him - but in the general feel of the place. There's a peace to it, a feeling of welcome. It sets him at ease, and he visibly relaxes.
He stops next to the pulpit, merely looking around for a moment, before a noise catches his attention and his staff glances up. Oh. While it proceeds to go through the stages of grief and attempts to curl its vines up to cover itself, Pure Vanilla smiles and tilts his head back towards the pigeons in the rafters. Are they mixed with plants? How peculiar.]
Hello there, little ones. I hope I am not disturbing you.
[Extending a hand, he waits patiently and is rewarded with a pigeon fluttering down to it. Because he's a fucking Disney princess and it's canon birds love him. Take it up with his world. The Staff glares at it like it's personally shit on it, but Pure Vanilla ignores it. Don't be mean.]
Do you live here?
[He's not expecting an answer, to be honest, but he is enjoying the bird. It's very cute.]
b) all that wander are not lost but this sheep may be
[Other than the Church, Pure Vanilla can be found in other places, studying them and getting used to them. He may be found in the Bath House, delightedly exploring this bodies waterproofing by taking a dip or two. Only to find out wool is very heavy when wet and waterproof doesn't mean unsinkable. The Therapy Office also calls to him, mostly the Library, where he can be found seated with a few books around him. Though they're mostly self-help, he's never read them before, and he's quite engrossed. He explores the School with the air of a teacher saddened by the state of it, mentally marking places he may be able to aid in refurbishing it. In fact, he may have a little pad of paper and pencil with him to make notes on it.
As promised, he can also be found at the Lab or Clinic so that the Healers there can look him over as they so desired. He will gladly offer any sort of samples that may be requested from him.
And last but not least, he can be found staring intently at the eyeball lemons at Elsword's House. Well, the staff is staring intently, Pure Vanilla looks amused and seems to be trying to convince the staff they're not going to respond to it.]
c) baa baa white sheep asks you for help
[Are sheep common in the Grove? If not, it might be quite bizarre to see a perfectly normal looking ram standing in the middle of the grove near the well. Simply standing there, stock still. Well, almost stock still, it's ears keep flicking up at every little sound. Nearby is a staff that may or may not be recognizable, laying in a puddle of water that had spilled from a drawn bucket, the eye on it frantically looking around.
Should the eye land on anyone, the sheep will twist it's ears in their direction, then turn it's head. It's eyes are open, blue and gold staring almost pleadingly at whomever approaches and it speaks.]
Help.
[Sheep sure did ask for help, do you accept this quest?]
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[Any prosthetic, be it an eye or a limb, is a tricky, delicate process. He himself has no idea exactly how Vash's arm works, for starters...just that it's made from Lost Technology, which is why he's able to use it as seamlessly as he would have his old arm.]
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[With the whole mild sentience thing. He stands and moves over to his staff to pick it up again finally. He studies it, eye to eye with it, before smiling a little and reaching up to take the pigeon off his horn and gently settling it on a piece of the church.]
But there are safeguards to place, so that no one gets hurt, if anyone would like to try.
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[He shrugs one shoulder, watching as Pure Vanilla walks over to retrieve his staff.]
Might be somethin' to think about though, if you and Add ever wanna work together on it at the clinic.
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[He looks around to this church and he can't help but smile. It's simple, and it has an inviting air, and ... well the pigeons do add a little charm to it, their soft cooing and the faint rustle of their feathers.
It feels like a Church should feel. Not the grand thing his architects made, and he was coronated in. Stained glass and gleaming columns of white chocolate. No. Simple. Welcoming. For all.]
May I come back here?
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He purses his lips, picking up his broom and setting it aside for the time being.]
Yeah. Any time you want, even if I ain't here. Just make sure you close the door when you leave.
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Thank you, my friend, I will remember and shall take care to keep it clean and tidy. Thank you for having me today, and for allowing me to help.
[He looks up briefly and smiles at the birds.]
I shall also try to think of more ways to help our little friends find someplace else to perch. If you will excuse me?
[He gently sets his hand onto his chest and bows towards Wolfwood, so he can take his leave. He's intruded onto the mans good graces long enough for today.]
May you have a lovely day.