( He isn't sure how long it will take Caster to show up but he doesn't mind waiting. Just when he's thinking maybe he should go outside and try to meet him, he hears a voice! )
Huh? Ah! ( He jumps, hand shooting for the sword by his side reflexively--. Ah, it's just... ) Caster?!
[ Just let him into the room, he's balancing on the narrow ledge there... sure it doesn't seem he has any trouble with that, but it could be dangerous! Or not - if it's a first floor. ]
Nah, I'm well-fed, there is a certain someone who makes sure about that. [ Having a skilled cook as a shinki has its perks ] But I got this and I'm willing to share.
[ He throws a bag of green-tea kit-kats as he gets into the room, and finds a comfortable spot. ]
So! I got a story about treasure, remembered it specially for you.
( The room is pretty simple! It looks like a normal room, really. Is it some sort of study room? It definitely looks like a room designed for some rest and relaxation. There are comfortable chairs, even one with a blanket thrown over it.
And he sure is going to jump to catch it. He has good reflexes! He's caught it perfectly and now he's just holding this bag of candy to his stomach. Everything is happening quickly and not exactly like he imagined it would go (to be fair, he hadn't imagined anything at all) but his attention is immediately caught when Caster begins to spill more about the story. )
Huh? ( AH! HE'S INTERESTED. HE'S ALREADY MORE INTERESTED THAN BEFORE and he'll just follow Caster to whatever chair or corner he decides to settle into. ) What kind of treasure?
[ A chair is good, he likes chairs. But he's not opposed to sitting on the floor, but that's best if there is fireplace going, or some fur lined on the floor ]
A magical one. [ That's the best kind of treasure right? ] See, father of all gods, the Dagda, he had many prized treasures in his possession. A bottomless cauldron that could feed as many men as many sat to it. A staff that could kill with one end, and bring back life with the other-
But what he treasured the most was an Uaithne, harp made of oak. [ He snickers as he can't keep the storyteller voice for long. ] Sounds boring, I know! But just you wait-
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[ And he hangs up. He knocks at the window a few minutes later. Finding the temple was easy, it was finding the window that took time. ]
Yo! I hope your god won't get angry for such surprise visit.
[ Especially one with so much secrecy. He could just like, knock to the door, right? ]
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Huh? Ah! ( He jumps, hand shooting for the sword by his side reflexively--. Ah, it's just... ) Caster?!
( He relaxes, leaving his sword in place but, )
Don't sneak up like that!
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[ Just let him into the room, he's balancing on the narrow ledge there... sure it doesn't seem he has any trouble with that, but it could be dangerous! Or not - if it's a first floor. ]
Or should I bribe you with snacks first?
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Urashima comes over and tries to help him in all the same. )
I can feed myself... ( It's a mumble. He's not a poor, helpless kid! ) ... Are you hungry?
( Don't ever say Urashima's a bad host. )
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[ He throws a bag of green-tea kit-kats as he gets into the room, and finds a comfortable spot. ]
So! I got a story about treasure, remembered it specially for you.
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And he sure is going to jump to catch it. He has good reflexes! He's caught it perfectly and now he's just holding this bag of candy to his stomach. Everything is happening quickly and not exactly like he imagined it would go (to be fair, he hadn't imagined anything at all) but his attention is immediately caught when Caster begins to spill more about the story. )
Huh? ( AH! HE'S INTERESTED. HE'S ALREADY MORE INTERESTED THAN BEFORE and he'll just follow Caster to whatever chair or corner he decides to settle into. ) What kind of treasure?
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A magical one. [ That's the best kind of treasure right? ] See, father of all gods, the Dagda, he had many prized treasures in his possession. A bottomless cauldron that could feed as many men as many sat to it. A staff that could kill with one end, and bring back life with the other-
But what he treasured the most was an Uaithne, harp made of oak. [ He snickers as he can't keep the storyteller voice for long. ] Sounds boring, I know! But just you wait-