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Asbolus:
With the turning of the year fast approaching the city was ramping up to celebrate this august occasion, and on this particular afternoon one such gathering was taking place at Fairmount Park, with a variety of booths, food vendors and performance spaces making for a fine place to enjoy the day's pleasant weather.
Unbeknownst to most of the visitors a hunter walked amongst them, the heavy weight of the Wyrd about Asbolus slipping through now and again to mundane senses in the form of a deepened chill or swirls of wind as his movements cut through the air almost literally. He seemed content to take in the festivities around him for the time being, pale eyes scanning the area as he made a lazy lap around the booths.
Joy Hamidi:
On the periphery of the area is a small woman, dressed warmly for the season, she's made out of Green rocks, stone and wood grown in her shape. Hair a green tangle of leaves and eyes of clear emerald. Her leg bounces endlessly as she studies the crowd, nursing a warm drink and clinging to a Bulbasaur plushy with her other hand.
Her gaze seems to follow a similar pattern as Asbolus is taking, Joy is taking root and nutrient from the strange mix of feelings that the impending end of the year provoke in people. The cold is somewhat harsher around Joy.
Asbolus:
The sensation of eyes on him as familiar to the Darkling as it was Asbolus subtly went about finding the source, his gaze eventually falling upon his fellow Silent Arrow. He gave her a nod and a polite smile, along with a "care for company?" sort of look.
Joy Hamidi:
Joy scoots to provide more space on the bench she's claimed for a seat, sipping her drink, making a simple head motion to invite Asbolus over. She greets him more officially with a wave/wiggle of her Bulbasaur.
Asbolus:
He chuckled at the plushie's welcoming wave, sliding through the crowd with ease as they parted ever-so-subtly in his wake. "Good afternoon," he said as he came into conversation range, taking a seat beside the diminutive Elemental. "How are you faring?"
Joy Hamidi:
Joy shrugs non nonchalantly as a response, an uncertain, non verbal response as she set the plushy on her shoulder, on Asbolus's side. She takes another deep drink from what appears to be hot coco. After a bit of silence, she makes a so-so hand gesture. "Recovering."
Asbolus:
"Recovering?" He repeated with a quirked-up eyebrow, giving Joy a quick once-over to look for any signs of injury or the like. "What happened, if you can say?"
Joy Hamidi:
"Hedge and Market stuff got complicated a while back." Joy explains in a typical gruff and dim way, scratching the top of Bulbasaur's bulb as she speaks of it. "Getting out for air and hot coco's helping."
Asbolus:
"Ah, I see." He nodded quietly, eyeing the cup in her hand briefly and mulling over getting something similar for himself. "May it be a speedy recovery, then."
Joy Hamidi:
"Should be fine, thank you." Joy keeps bouncing her leg, which causes the Bulbasaur plushy to slide a bit down her shoulder. "The hot coco is really good. The lady at the stand over there made it." she points.
Asbolus:
"That so..." He eyed the booth then looked back to Joy with a small smile. "May get some for myself, then. Excuse me a moment."
With that he stepped away to procure a warm beverage for himself, reclaiming his seat at the bench in short order. "Any other projects on the horizon on your end at the moment?"
Joy Hamidi:
"Maybe firing the quiet projectile on someone if I can get my head back in order." She stand up and stretches a little bit, rolling shoulders and making some of her join crack and pops. She bounces in place for a brief moment. She grabs her plushy with 2 hands and squeezes it
Asbolus:
Asbolus paused at that, watching her quietly for a moment. "Dealing with a cracked lens, I take it?"
Joy Hamidi:
"Yeah, market stuff dealt with receipts that were hard to look at. Literally." Joy throws her bulbasaur up and catches it. "I didn't realize it for a while either."
Asbolus:
He nodded slowly, taking a small sip from his cup before speaking. "Had something similar happen when Buidhe was recovered from his ordeal. Wasn't able to straighten myself for quite some time, which was...not a pleasant experience."
"Are you having trouble connecting with what usually repairs that sort of thing, and if so can I offer any assistance?"
Joy Hamidi:
"Now that I realized I had the problem, solving it is not so hard to solve that I can't do it on my own." Joy set her bulbasaur on her own head. "Well, not entirely alone, but Bubba doesn't have very good speed stats to get away from me."
Asbolus:
"Ah...good." He looked to the small plush with a soft smile before nodding. "If you do need help on that front, don't hesitate to ask."
Joy Hamidi:
"Cleaning at work and visiting a particular house I used to live in tend to help. One of these is really much harder than the others." Joy said, putting a beanie over her head, producing it from the pocket of her coat, covering her plushy with it. "Same to you."
Asbolus:
"Know how that goes. The reason why it took so long on my end was not being able to mesh schedules with the person who helps me on that front. We've gotten that straightened out since, thankfully, and I've been able to get some peace from spending time where I work as well."
Joy Hamidi:
"I ought to try and play more darts too, that might help me." Joy grins a little bit. "I'm banned from the local shooting and throwing games at ren faires and such."
Asbolus:
"Oh? What happened there?"
Joy Hamidi:
"I'm really good at darts and throwing stuff, I don't use my full power for the leagues, I just want to play for fun. But when there's a cute plushy I want... I don't play." She deadpans slightly.
Asbolus:
"Ah...I see." He replied with a chuckle, giving a nod. "I'm been working towards that level of mastery myself, so I can see how that may cause an issue to a more mundane crowd. I imagine we can find somewhere we can test each other's skill, however."
Joy Hamidi:
"I need to sharpen my stuff a bit more before I pit it against someone with similar er... bonus as I do."
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