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[open] Step one: stop lying.
Who: Kaphlar Kinra and you!
What: Lying, questing and shenanigans.
When: (waves hands vaguely) August
Where: Around the village (+ one bonus journal post)
Warnings: Kaph is an asshole. Will edit as needed.
A. Failed step one
[Not long after last month's feast, a nonchalantly-penned message appears on everyone's journals.]
I'm sorry to say that, thanks to a spell placed on me, I'll only be able to talk to lovely ladies for the near future, and not guys. [And then there's a sloppy drawing of a face crying a single tear.] Face to face, I mean. As you can see, I can still write just fine!
Anyway, now you know. Sorry if I end up giving you the cold shoulder on the street, yeah, guys? Nothing I can do about it!
[Heterosexuality secured.]
B. Continued failure
[Hahaha, a yodeling cow, he said. How hard could it be, he said. Fuck whatever past Kaph said to himself.
He was quick to formulate a plan, but being unable to buy resources just for this - he doesn't want to think of how he might be able to go to a shop and ask for a gag with the curse he's under, let alone how easily the sentence "Yeah, buddy, I need a gag for this cow" could be misinterpreted - Kaph just brought some of the shittier blankets from his room. Mostly the ones that were already dirty and he didn't feel like putting through the laundry. You'll be put to a good use, shitty blankets.
As it turns out, he forgot how big cows are, as well as how strong, especially when compared to him.
Currently, he can be found either:
- mounting the cow as she tries to shake him off, holding on to dear life by nothing but the blankets he's tried tying around her mouth;
- still holding on to those goddamn blankets, but this time he's tried stuffing them into the cow's mouth and now he's just being dragged across the ground;
- or tangled up on the stupid goddamn filthy blankets while the cow peacefully munches on some grass a few feet away.
In any case, all he can do is grunt and scream wordlessly.]
C. A way with words
[Hey, you know what's way easier and less painful than being trampled by a stinky cow? Writing euphemisms. Right now, Kaph is sitting on some stone steps in a livelier part of the village, letting himself be inspired by what he sees - he looks at a girl passing by, sees what comes to mind, and writes it down if it seems like Pure Gold, which, as far as he's concerned, is what all his words are.
"I'd stick my bread in her oven."
"I'd let her churn my butter."
"Her juice and my batter..."
... No, that one might be too much. Also, is he hungry or something?? Oh shit, nice tits at 12 o' clock.
"Let me have a taste of that good fruit,babe"
He makes a note on a different scrap of paper: "Look up local harvest goddess or whatever."
Whenever a man passes by, particularly an attractive one? He averts his eyes and focuses on what he's written, perhaps a bit too intently.]
What: Lying, questing and shenanigans.
When: (waves hands vaguely) August
Where: Around the village (+ one bonus journal post)
Warnings: Kaph is an asshole. Will edit as needed.
A. Failed step one
[Not long after last month's feast, a nonchalantly-penned message appears on everyone's journals.]
I'm sorry to say that, thanks to a spell placed on me, I'll only be able to talk to lovely ladies for the near future, and not guys. [And then there's a sloppy drawing of a face crying a single tear.] Face to face, I mean. As you can see, I can still write just fine!
Anyway, now you know. Sorry if I end up giving you the cold shoulder on the street, yeah, guys? Nothing I can do about it!
[Heterosexuality secured.]
B. Continued failure
[Hahaha, a yodeling cow, he said. How hard could it be, he said. Fuck whatever past Kaph said to himself.
He was quick to formulate a plan, but being unable to buy resources just for this - he doesn't want to think of how he might be able to go to a shop and ask for a gag with the curse he's under, let alone how easily the sentence "Yeah, buddy, I need a gag for this cow" could be misinterpreted - Kaph just brought some of the shittier blankets from his room. Mostly the ones that were already dirty and he didn't feel like putting through the laundry. You'll be put to a good use, shitty blankets.
As it turns out, he forgot how big cows are, as well as how strong, especially when compared to him.
Currently, he can be found either:
- mounting the cow as she tries to shake him off, holding on to dear life by nothing but the blankets he's tried tying around her mouth;
- still holding on to those goddamn blankets, but this time he's tried stuffing them into the cow's mouth and now he's just being dragged across the ground;
- or tangled up on the stupid goddamn filthy blankets while the cow peacefully munches on some grass a few feet away.
In any case, all he can do is grunt and scream wordlessly.]
C. A way with words
[Hey, you know what's way easier and less painful than being trampled by a stinky cow? Writing euphemisms. Right now, Kaph is sitting on some stone steps in a livelier part of the village, letting himself be inspired by what he sees - he looks at a girl passing by, sees what comes to mind, and writes it down if it seems like Pure Gold, which, as far as he's concerned, is what all his words are.
"I'd stick my bread in her oven."
"I'd let her churn my butter."
"Her juice and my batter..."
... No, that one might be too much. Also, is he hungry or something?? Oh shit, nice tits at 12 o' clock.
"Let me have a taste of that good fruit,
He makes a note on a different scrap of paper: "Look up local harvest goddess or whatever."
Whenever a man passes by, particularly an attractive one? He averts his eyes and focuses on what he's written, perhaps a bit too intently.]
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... Alright, time to see if this will work, then. He signals at her to come closer.]
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Hm? What is it?
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Um...?
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Sorry, Yenh. [And he goes to place a hand on her head, for good measure.] I didn't want to say too much about my curse out in the open, but...
[Shit, is this working? He can barely hear himself and if it's not working he will be filled with a renewed desire to punch the Mistress in the guts.]
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... but?
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Or maybe even now.
OKAY FOCUS he's gotta be smooth.]
I can only talk when I'm being very, very...
[And now he lifts his own head so he can whisper right into her ear:]
Sssexy.
This tag sprang almost fully-formed into my head
Is that why I can barely hear you?
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Would you like to hear me better?
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Alright. Remove your top.
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His robes are simple and surprisingly modest, almost monk-like, but they have strings at the back that he can pull to let the top half down. He finds them, pulls on them, and the fabric around his neck loosens until he can comfortably slip it down his shoulders and beyond. Once it's all bunched up around his waist, he rests his head on his hands and tries to assess just how TOTALLY TURNED ON Yenh is.]
I've gotta say, it's a pleasure.
[His body is as slender as his clothing makes it look, but with his top off, it's also clear that there is some muscle definition to it. Soft fuzz adorns his chest and then fades on the way down, resurfacing again in a trail that continues down into the bottom half of his clothing.]
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Good. You're still quiet, but less so. [ She smiles sweetly at him. ] What have you tried for the cow thus far?
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I tried gagging the cow.
[... And that's about it.]
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It seems that didn't work. What will you try next?
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[The sound of his voice is fading and it's not entirely clear whether that's due to the curse or his own painful awareness that he probably looks like an idiot right now.]
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Once, I tried to improve upon a chocobo's odor by spraying him with perfume. It worked about as well as your gag idea did.
The driver suggested I spray perfume on a cloth for the man whose nose was so offended by their smell, and that served to mask the smell.
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Oh, I get what you're saying... [His voice stays at a mildly seductive whisper, in part because it's just about the only way he can be heard right now.] All we have to do is make our client and his neighbors go deaf.
[WINK.]
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N- no, I meant, we should find a way to plug their ears.
... Temporarily.
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[His laugh toes a curious line between genuinely amused and mocking. Luckily, it leans a little more towards the former.]
I'm just messing with you~
[The honey-sweet way he trails off is deliberate, an attempt to make sure he's heard.]
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... Well, then, what shall we do?
[ There isn't even a hint of annoyance in her voice. ]
And also for your "situation." No offense, but all your sweet-talking leaves me wishing to reach for my water skein.
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He's not taking the risk.]
Well, I don't know about that. As far as I know, this is only wearing off when the Mistress feels like it.
[Like, he doesn't have to stick anything up his ass to break the curse, right??]
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[And with a resigned sigh, she gives him an awkward smile. Knowing the answer, and yet, her sense of duty to help those in need is what prevent her from just being like "well, good luck with that!" and walking away.]
What else will make you feel sexy?
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Well... [Good God, he's really slathering that honey on now.] Your encouragement would be a great start.
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[ Her ears swivel and she gives him an impossibly warm and kind smile. Her hands rest on her knees, and she offers him this: ]
You're doing a fantastic job. Don't give up- you've the capability within you!
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[IS SHE FUCKING WITH HIM OR]
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