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[deathfindsaway]

[Kravitz very rarely makes himself known on the network, but this is one of those things he feels is Important in a way he can't ignore. It's not that he's looking for pity- rather, he just needs to inform people. There's no tragedy in passing. There's no fear in something he can't reach.

He wishes he could believe that anymore.]

Hello, uhm-- this is Kravitz. For those who may be looking for them, it seems Lup, Taako, and Ren have all departed from the island. My apologies to those who used their services or... simply knew them. I'm not able to carry on the magic they did, but I'll do my best in providing what you need if you were getting some kind of service or items from their store.

[He takes a breath, but it's shaky, and forces any other uncertainty out of his tone.]

I'd also like to remind everyone that we do have a library here containing many resources and a workspace for study. Contributions are always welcome, and I have a number of archived pieces from other islands for study as well. Feel free to contact me if I am not around and I will come to assist.

That... that is all.

[ooc: Kravitz has a shiny new library page on his journal now, if people want to get involved!!]

Comments

[agathokakological]

What sort of 'magic services' do you mean?

[deathfindsaway]

Oh, uhm, my apologies. Taako and Lup are accomplished wizards, and here they were in the craft of creating and enchanting items. Mostly it was synthesizing, you know, oil and sugar from coconuts, ropes and otherwise. Or they would offer their spell services. However, those are... not my abilities, so it's likely I can't provide this.

Were you looking for something?

[agathokakological]

Oh no, but I might be able to fill in some of the gaps here. Not via synthesizing of course, but beggars can't be choosers.

[deathfindsaway]

Oh. Well, uhm.

[He shuffles a bit on the other end of the line, like he's looking through some papers.]

They've made quite a number of things in the past. Do you create things, fix them, or...?

[At least this is something else to focus on besides his own grief.]

[agathokakological]

The former. Though I'm afraid they're a bit temporary.

[deathfindsaway]

How temporary is temporary? Are we talking something just long enough to accomplish a task, or something closer to a week, a day? It can all be useful, of course, there are just different situations in which it's needed.

[agathokakological]

A day, I think. Need to test it out.

[deathfindsaway]

So nothing for permanent structure, but absolving the need to predict requiring specific tools and otherwise. Facinating.

[Oh wait, he should mention his skillset too, shit. He hastily follows up.]

I should note that I do have certain abilities, they simply aren't in relation to creating items. I can-- you know, lift things mentally, or hold an additional shield or weapon, among others. So we won't have an issue with reach or other overextending ourselves.

[agathokakological]

Well then, assuming we can find the right materials, we may be capable of making some useful resources together.

[deathfindsaway]

Then I think we can help each other, yes. I'll keep you in mind if I need something, and, uhm-- I suppose I can tell others if they come looking for Taako and Lup's services.

Is there anything else I can help you with as of now?

[agathokakological]

If you know of a better way to make our little hut more comfortable, some pointers would be appreciated. I don't mind sleeping on the floor, myself, but I'm afraid it's not the standard of living others have grown accustomed to.

[deathfindsaway]

Well, frankly, most of that sort of setup was handled before I arrived. The twins were here since the beginning, so I simply... moved in to the resources they had. That said, beds would be a generous compliment to what most of us have. It's more akin to a pile of blankets and pillows from various sources. But we do have some trade animals, or at least things resembling them, so I'm sure you could procure some wool or other bedding material.

[agathokakological]

Right, yeah. I'll take a pile of straw at this point. It's not for me, though.

[deathfindsaway]

It's... not for you, but you'll take anything offered? Is the person you're getting this for not very picky?

[agathokakological]

He'll get what he gets. It's not the ground, isn't it?

[deathfindsaway]

I thought you would be more discerning, if it was for someone else.

[But that's not exactly his place. Besides, he doesn't have the energy to argue, not after it all. He would offer up some of his own items, but he's loathe to let go of anything from camp, as if holding out the hope he's wrong and the twins and Ren will come walking right back in.]

I'm sure you'll be able to figure something out.

[agathokakological]

You said there's not really another option. Beggars can't be choosers. Unless you're holding out on me and have a secret stash of pillow-top mattresses somewhere?

[deathfindsaway]

Oh, you know what, now that you say that I actually do. However, I'm actually a dragon and they're all mine.

[The sarcasm is heavy on all of that, in case it wasn't obvious.]

[agathokakological]

Har har.


Thanks a lot.

[deathfindsaway]

My distinct pleasure. And best of luck.

[And he closes the call.]