Although now that you mention it, I suppose it would be dishonest not to admit I was shown some kind of vision of you... and Miss Zelda, although it was only a moment of conversation.
[kind of obscure, he didn't get it, he still doesn't. ultimately, harmless??]
…and what did you see, precisely? It’s not polite to eavesdrop on a lady’s conversation.
[ with the way she suddenly veers to attack this very interesting line of conversation, it’s clear that whatever her train of thought had been is one she hadn’t truly wanted to pursue.
there’s much on her mind, after that sleep. perhaps she ought to force reim to stand guard for a bath. ]
[hey now!! he's politely embarrassed, but only just! he didn't ask for a mysterious ghost vision.]
Nothing of particular note, I should think— I believe she asked you if you were feeling better. About what, I have no idea, so please trust that I haven't seen something private.
[ it’s a sound of interest, more than amusement. it’s not a fond memory, that she attacked zelda like a monster—but it’s for the best that reim apparently saw nothing else.
she doesn’t like that the town is giving away her secrets in dreams, however. ]
I’ve had a rough few months, you see. This town is so unkind to maidens.
Mm. [reim has had an unremarkable time, all things considered, comparatively-- like, she bites him a lot, but he's accepted that as ordinary now and so it's been routine around here.]
And yet, the town has seen fit to placate us with baths... I've been told there is also a food stall stocked with some kind of noodles.
[because that makes the rest of the questionable things go away, right? it's a blatant topic change, please accept it.]
[ she’s had ramen before, largely because the castle chef is in some strange cult and has recipes from all across the known world, but she tends to avoid things with animal products in the first place. does the noodle place have veggie options? ]
[ it’s an almost imperceptible slip of the tongue there, and luckily she catches herself before it’s especially obvious where she was going with that. the only sign of ruffled feathers is that she tenses against his arm, but luckily, she can see the mentioned curtains just around the corner. ]
…the baths at home had the same symbol as well. How strange.
[ah-? reim glances down at her, but as before, he's not going to pry. he's already agreed to this outing (plus noodles), which is enough moral support without upsetting her, he thinks.
looking at this symbol as they round the corner...]
...Is that what it's supposed to be? A little bath? How quaint!
[ reim’s observation and genuine delight at it does help her regain some of her emotional balance—all of this, really, is helpful. a part of her is still caught in that dream and all the nostalgia she didn’t ask for. ]
I think you could have done better, but I appreciate the efficiency of wishing.
[finally, his plucky victorian(tm) reactions to things have found their place. he pats her hand on his arm as they head up to the magic onsen properly. hmmm...]
Well, thank you for the vote of confidence, but I'm not as sure. Now then, I don't suppose they wished for it to come with some kind of waiting room...?
[ sierra does finally pull away from his arm so she can look around, careful not to go poking into the men’s bath despite all signs pointing to her not giving a shit. she isn’t a hypocrite, of course, but she does look like a genuine young lady when she’s exploring.
hm, hmm… ]
Come here and help me take an inventory of things we yet need!
[ when she opens her mouth again, though, it’s pretty obvious she’s just a crone. ]
[reim would love to just loiter over here by the entrance, but apparently not, wow.... he studiously keeps his eye-rolling to himself before turning to attend to Her Pickiness.]
As I thought, the miraculous appearance of a bathhouse was too good to be true...
[well, he'll go pop his head into the men's bath. there's clearly not enough surplus of gaudy luxury items in here - he may have to amend "quaint" to "bleak."]
[ the divider between the baths isn’t that big, so she doesn’t have to raise her voice too much, but she thinks that this might be a problem as well. maybe a brick wall will do the trick. ]
Reim! [ no stuttering this time, at least. ] As I said, we need statues.
[it is empty indeed!! there's something to be said for function over form, maybe, but he's a rich boy and he wants nice things in this shitty backwater coloring book town. sigh.]
Do you expect me to take up sculpture? I wouldn't know where to begin.
[also, where will they get the pristine marble? also, he has delicate hands. as for this lackluster divider... he taps on it a few times, hmm.]
That boy who was so keen on mixed baths shouldn't be allowed in here.
[ there is, briefly, the sound of sierra hopping as if to try to look over the divider—furthermore, as if she doesn’t realize how short she is in comparison to most of the town. ]
We’ll also need to [ hop ] fortify this, of course.
sierra’s fingers do manage to poke over the top of the divider if she stretches and steps on her tiptoes, which definitely means it’s no good in addition to merely being flimsy. ]
[if reim started hopping up and down like a dingus, he could see over the top... he is not going to do that for a variety of reasons, but still, how does it feel to be that short?]
Would you prefer it reach the ceiling? Just how much of this structure do you plan to demand someone [read: himself] change...?
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well, never mind that. he's perfectly content to let that go and formally Escort Her off to where the onsen is, arm in arm.]
Yes, after about a week... I wonder what the purpose of showing us visions of the past like that could have been.
[it was bad news when this happened to the cities at home, but since the world hasn't literally collapsed in on itself, maybe they're safe.]
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[ visions of the past, indeed. ]
Did you see anything of your own life, amidst all these ghosts?
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[...]
Although now that you mention it, I suppose it would be dishonest not to admit I was shown some kind of vision of you... and Miss Zelda, although it was only a moment of conversation.
[kind of obscure, he didn't get it, he still doesn't. ultimately, harmless??]
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[ with the way she suddenly veers to attack this very interesting line of conversation, it’s clear that whatever her train of thought had been is one she hadn’t truly wanted to pursue.
there’s much on her mind, after that sleep. perhaps she ought to force reim to stand guard for a bath. ]
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Nothing of particular note, I should think— I believe she asked you if you were feeling better. About what, I have no idea, so please trust that I haven't seen something private.
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[ it’s a sound of interest, more than amusement. it’s not a fond memory, that she attacked zelda like a monster—but it’s for the best that reim apparently saw nothing else.
she doesn’t like that the town is giving away her secrets in dreams, however. ]
I’ve had a rough few months, you see. This town is so unkind to maidens.
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And yet, the town has seen fit to placate us with baths... I've been told there is also a food stall stocked with some kind of noodles.
[because that makes the rest of the questionable things go away, right? it's a blatant topic change, please accept it.]
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[ she’s had ramen before, largely because the castle chef is in some strange cult and has recipes from all across the known world, but she tends to avoid things with animal products in the first place. does the noodle place have veggie options? ]
Doesn’t that sound nice?
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Oh- alright. I will wait outside for you, then...
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[ it’s an almost imperceptible slip of the tongue there, and luckily she catches herself before it’s especially obvious where she was going with that. the only sign of ruffled feathers is that she tenses against his arm, but luckily, she can see the mentioned curtains just around the corner. ]
…the baths at home had the same symbol as well. How strange.
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looking at this symbol as they round the corner...]
...Is that what it's supposed to be? A little bath? How quaint!
[it's cute, he approves.]
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[ reim’s observation and genuine delight at it does help her regain some of her emotional balance—all of this, really, is helpful. a part of her is still caught in that dream and all the nostalgia she didn’t ask for. ]
I think you could have done better, but I appreciate the efficiency of wishing.
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Well, thank you for the vote of confidence, but I'm not as sure. Now then, I don't suppose they wished for it to come with some kind of waiting room...?
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[ sierra does finally pull away from his arm so she can look around, careful not to go poking into the men’s bath despite all signs pointing to her not giving a shit. she isn’t a hypocrite, of course, but she does look like a genuine young lady when she’s exploring.
hm, hmm… ]
Come here and help me take an inventory of things we yet need!
[ when she opens her mouth again, though, it’s pretty obvious she’s just a crone. ]
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As I thought, the miraculous appearance of a bathhouse was too good to be true...
[well, he'll go pop his head into the men's bath. there's clearly not enough surplus of gaudy luxury items in here - he may have to amend "quaint" to "bleak."]
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[ the divider between the baths isn’t that big, so she doesn’t have to raise her voice too much, but she thinks that this might be a problem as well. maybe a brick wall will do the trick. ]
Reim! [ no stuttering this time, at least. ] As I said, we need statues.
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Do you expect me to take up sculpture? I wouldn't know where to begin.
[also, where will they get the pristine marble? also, he has delicate hands. as for this lackluster divider... he taps on it a few times, hmm.]
That boy who was so keen on mixed baths shouldn't be allowed in here.
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We’ll also need to [ hop ] fortify this, of course.
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[.....]
What are you doing?
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[ obviously.
sierra’s fingers do manage to poke over the top of the divider if she stretches and steps on her tiptoes, which definitely means it’s no good in addition to merely being flimsy. ]
This simply won’t do.
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Would you prefer it reach the ceiling? Just how much of this structure do you plan to demand someone [read: himself] change...?
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[ reim has much work to do. ]
Look at it this way. You can take a bath as soon as you’ve finished all that labor.
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[surely, she would not do anything petty to stop him. that would be so unlike her.]
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[ she’s already petty. ]
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[is it more or less dumb to have this conversation through a thin wall? you be the judge.]
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