Guess who's back!

[mannersmatter]

Who| De and/or Effie and/or Lottie and/or Katniss and/or other NPCS AND YOU.
What| Them around the city, doing things, meeting people.
Where| Mainly the Training Center, but any setting is good!
When| Around this week.
Warnings/Notes|

I made a thread with a tag for each character, so just tag in there! if you'd like any of my other NPCs besides Katniss, just PM or private plurk me so we can hash it out real quick.

Let me know if I can add anything, and I am down for minor assumptions/handwaving some things!

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Re: Lottie!

[carnagecarnival]

The Initiate Alternates time in the Training Center between cull practice and making use of the paints there, depending on which ever kind of mood he's in that day. They wash his paintings off every time, but it's not as if it's his proper medium anyway. He finishes up today's piece and rises, his large, clawed hands all kinds of death and cull-colored in the eyes of a troll, and a pleasant rainbow mess in the eyes of perhaps everyone else.

He's just leaving the Center when he spots her. He looms over, looking almost curious, paint still dripping from his fingers.

"A SISTER looks lost," he says.

[needsaprince]

Although the man looming over her might be intimidating to some, it was nothing Lottie hadn't seen at Mardi Gras celebrations since she was knee high to a grasshopper.

"Just in life, but aren't we all?"

She was feeling better since reconnecting with some of her friends, but she didn't think most would object to a little malaise around these parts.

[carnagecarnival]

"OH, BUT THE SUN WILL SURELY RISE, and rake its flare across the skies, ROT MAWS OF THE DAY MAKE WHISPERS, WHAT FOR SHOULD ONE HIDE?" He hums the poem, then chuckles. "If a sister is lost, then ought she not seek a guide AND MOTHERFUCKING MAP?" He raises his a brow at her, curious.

[needsaprince]

Lottie wasn't sure if she should be impressed or insulted by what he had just said.

"Don't you have a way with words." She finally settled on, arching a brow at him.

[carnagecarnival]

Whether she is impressed or insulted, he gives an amused bow.

He rises and says, "Question stands, Sister. SHE ADMITS AT TO HER OWNSELF OF BEING MOTHERFUCKING LOST. So what all keeps her being so?"

[needsaprince]

"You should watch your mouth around a lady." She preens a bit, before nodding softly at his question, considering it. Or at least what she thought it was.

"There isn't really a way to get unlost around these parts."

[carnagecarnival]

"YOU WISH HIM TO WATCH WHAT IS HOLY WORD AND SACRAMENT. And yet word's what be just that and lay no harm on a sister. AND MOST OF ALL WHEN IT IS A SHE WHAT HOLDS POWER TRUE. Should ain't to mean will," He laughs, making a quiet rhythm with his claws on the side of his leg.

"OFFERED SUGGESTION TWOFOLD UNTO SHE. Guide for the guileless, MINSTREL MESSIAHS BE ABOUT LENDING REMEDY OF ILL, and a map all to be making clear of path already motherfucking paved under her feet. THERE IS ALWAYS MEANS, IF SHE ONLY SEEKS IT, AND THEREFORE, not fucking lost."