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[vagabone]

[He speaks in a calm, even voice, perfectly casual. No one can ever truly get used to losing good friends, it will always hurt, it's always too soon to say goodbye... but it's happened countless times to him, because that's simply the way it is when one is being forgotten by both the living and the dead. He's one of them, los Olvidados. They all swallow their pain, they bury it deep and they carry on, remembering those they've lost as long as they can.

And he is very, very accustomed to living with the pain. What he enjoys and what he wants has nothing to do with it. He's not the only one dealing with it.]

Muffet's also gone. I know she did a lot of the baking, especially for the Denny. I'm not so bad at that myself and I like it, so it's no problem for me to carry on with it. It's just, ah...

[Here comes the shameful part.] I literally have no muscles, I'm not so good at carrying things you probably wouldn't think are heavy. If anyone doesn't mind helping out part of the time, I'd appreciate it.

And there's something of hers I'd like to put up in the Storyteller's temple too, I think they'd like to have it.

[Seems that's all. He doesn't say any more...]

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[vagabone]

Like I said to Ed, we might want to move her whole kitchen setup to the Denny... if we can? It might save a lot of trips. [A huff of laughter...?] I don't know how she handled so much all the time, to be honest.

[Hell, he doesn't even remember what it was like to be strong and energetic. Really full of energy, not just playful and silly. Those were the days...]

Woven stories. So many of them. Almost everyone's in at least one.

[thermalwind]

[Woven stories. He falls quiet as what that means sinks in.]

I'll go with you to ask Storyteller for permission to put it up. That's something I can't see an issue with but its their temple. They need to give their okay.

...Muffet did a lot all the time, it's true. I'll take a look at her set up. If it needs moved, I'll help move it.

[vagabone]

Eh, I can't see them protesting. A story's a story, I've drawn them a few before.

[But it's the fellow doing the heavy lifting who gets to decide... if only he were better remembered. Sturdier. Less withered away--a feeble old man in the wilderness.]

You know where she lived, right?

[thermalwind]

Yeah I know where she lived. We ran into each other off and on. I don’t see the Storyteller protesting either but, still.

[He wants to ask. It’s the right thing to do.] Anyway, when you want to do this?

[vagabone]

Whenever. I'm at her home right now, if you want to stop by. Not going anywhere.

[Unfortunately.]

[thermalwind]

[Silence falls. He can imagine it, Hector sitting there in the silent house. Keith takes a breath.] I'll be right there.


...anything you want me to bring with me?

[vagabone]

...Baskets, if you have any to spare? I know we've got a million of those around, for some reason.

[thermalwind]

Yeah, no idea how they keep showing up. I have a few I can spare. Shiro and I aren't using them for anything right this minute.

[vagabone]

I'd appreciate it. She's got a lot to move. [He sounds fond, in a wistful sort of way. Even if she does pop back up, she won't be happy here. Better they don't meet again.] Clothes and tools and... looks like some wine too, nice.

[thermalwind]

Wasn't she homebrewing wine? [As far as he can recall.] I'm on the way. Bringing Kosmo with me. He can carry some of it.

[vagabone]

She was. It's pretty good, too. I think she ran a restaurant or something back in the real world? [Implying this world is fake??]

Who's Kosmo?

[thermalwind]

My wolf friend. He’s an alien just like me and neither of us want your bones. Don’t worry.

[...but that tidbit about Muffet.]

Not surprised she ran a restaurant in another reality. Most of the really hardcore bar tenders and restaurant owners I’ve seen all over the galaxy are usually the really social and really terrifying people of all sorts of species.

[vagabone]

Nah, not worried, I get along with dogs just fine. Hardly ever had my bones played with. [Probably because any dog that makes it to the land of the dead ends up really spoiled for choice.]

That right? I suppose you'd have to be to run a bar, no matter where you are.

[thermalwind]

Yeah. I think one of them had been running it for ten thousand years? Maybe more? It was a family business.

It's hard to remember, it was really early in my time as a Paladin. Technically four years and some change ago. Feels like way more than that, thanks islands.