[ Voice, Action ] "You lost today, kid. But that doesn't mean you have to like it."

[talentsgirl]

[Molly debated, but in the end, didn't lock this post from Harry. It was as good as a note slipped under his door, really.]

Hey, Luceti, here's a crazy question. Does anyone know the best path up to the mountains? I hear there's a lake up there I'd like to see. And does the Welcome Center keep those really good maps in stock, the ones that are a bit more in detail than the one in the journal?

And here's a slightly less crazy question - if there's anyone feel like filling in an inquiring mind and have a chat over a cold one, I'd love to know some more about these missions everyone keeps going on. Even if it was about the more recent one, or about one of the ones we can sign up for, there's nothing like first hand experience. I'll be in the Good Spirits from 1-3 if there's any takers.

[And that is exactly where she will be, sitting at the bar or on one of the tables, looking friendly over a cold one... which will originally be an iced tea. She may upgrade, depending on the conversation and the conversate-ee.

After her time in the Good Spirits, hopefully chatting with friendly, informative folk and if not spent poured over a very old-looking book and a village map (hopefully someone will help her get her hands on one of the Nami editions), she'll head to the Item Shop and finish picking out her camping gear. After being exposed to some serious bad news magic, she hasn't been quite herself. And this dusty old book and a remembered conversation with Shiro once upon a time has given her an idea.]

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[greenjacketed]

"Ah. Well," he hemmed and hawed and took a deep drink.

"It's a blessing that I'm not cowed by a bunch of dusty shelves, then."

[talentsgirl]

She rested her elbow on the table and propped her chin in her hand, "Why would you want to come, anyway?"

[greenjacketed]

"...I could use the points?"

[talentsgirl]

Her eyebrows winged up in quiet skepticism, and she watched him, waiting. Nope, not letting you off the hook this time.

[greenjacketed]

"...It wouldn't be so awful. Seein' how the other half do it."

It's unclear just what other half he's talking about. Women? Magic-users? Civilians?

[talentsgirl]

It was very, very unclear. Molly leaned back and crossed her arms under her chest, a light smirk playing at her lips.

"So - what. I'll go and do all the work and you'll watch?"

She was teasing.

[greenjacketed]

"Never, Molly. You'd doubtlessly put me to work. Browbeat me with your books, I'll bet."

Ah. Teasing was nice. Teasing was comfortable. Maybe they could just ease into that and forget all about everything...else.

[talentsgirl]

"Who me?" She tilted her head and smiled, "In a heartbeat."

[greenjacketed]

Sharpe took another sip and leaned forward to tap her map.

"Before that, though -- what's all this about? Eh?"

[talentsgirl]

She glanced down at the map and then back up to him, "I'm going on a camping trip."

Said innocently. So casually.

[greenjacketed]

"What?" A quirked smile. "With tents and fires and bedrolls?"

He knew army camps. He didn't so much know about purposeful camping vacations.

[talentsgirl]

"Sounds about right." She made a face, "Although carrying all that with the wings is going to be annoying."

[greenjacketed]

Well, he thought, if she needed a hand...

No.

"That's the problem with bloody tents. More trouble to carry than their worth. Even with the mules."

[talentsgirl]

"Then maybe I'll just take the bedroll," she smiled a bit. "There hasn't been rain in a while, so it should work out okay."

[greenjacketed]

"And a blade. For protection, like."

[talentsgirl]

"And for cutting things," she nods and turns to jot it down on her list, feeling a little silly that she hadn't thought of it. What was she going to do to make a fire, break off twigs with her hands?

[greenjacketed]

"You'll need to build a fire, too. And you'll need a flask. For the tea."

[talentsgirl]

She couldn't help but grin a little at that, "For the tea, huh?"

[greenjacketed]

"Or the brandy."

[talentsgirl]

A soft scoff of amusement, "I'll probably be passing on the brandy."

All she needed was to be drunk, by herself, in the middle of the wilderness. That would completely help with the purification ritual. ...well. Sanya might agree, actually.

[greenjacketed]

"Don't be so quick, lass! Brandy? It'll keep you warm on a cool night."

[talentsgirl]

'ware, this way there be danger. She bites back a more flirtatious response for a milder, "It's a very warm August. I think I"ll be okay."

[greenjacketed]

In the mountains? Where it could indeed get cooler? Ah, well. He said nothing more on the subject. Simply sipped his ale.

"I was, ah, thinkin' -- Molly?" Brave bugger -- he tried to find her eyes again.

[talentsgirl]

She allowed their eyes to meet for the briefest moment and then slid her gaze to another part of his face, "Yes?"

[greenjacketed]

"Magic. Sorcery. It's a fact here, ain't it? Not just yours -- not just Harry's. But all of it. All beyond superstition."

So maybe...maybe, he could adjust. Learn. Adapt. He was good at adapting if he put his mind to it.