1. Has any one of you seen a white-haired man with a prosthetic arm? You'll know it when you see it. 2. Who dropped these scales? 3. Who owns the plot of crops?
[Luckily, Ignis didn't have to go far in order to investigate the matter of the colored scales — not that he would've anyway, because like hell he's going to leave a couple of random new arrivals alone inside his house, where Noct sleeps, where Noct is probably sleeping at this very moment.
He's just a little way down the street, though, and crouching to examine a series of the scales when Keith makes his reappearance; he doesn't get up, but he does turn to look with a quizzical expression.]
[ Noct is definitely sleeping like the dead at this very moment, missing the warmth that is Ignis, but with the ultimate faith of believing he wouldn't be gone long.
In the meantime, Keith is loathe to leave Shiro to his own devices in a place they know little about. Even if the people here seem like the decent sort, the paladin refuses to be too far from where he's sleeping. He's looking over at the colorful scales with a frown. ]
Shiro said he picked up the purple one. Don't touch it.
[ He draws closer, frowning as he nudges at it with his shoe before crouching down beside him. ]
I hear stuff like this happens a lot in this place. Is it true?
Ah, is that what he did. Do you know if he put it back down again, or does he still have it on his person somewhere?
[Almost absently, he reaches into the armiger and draws one of his spelldaggers, digging the point into the ground beneath one of the purple scales and giving it a flip into a nearby flowerbed.]
...Curious. It doesn't seem to have any affect on the flora, so it's not just that the scale itself is harmful. More likely it's some sort of enchantment, rather, triggered by contact.
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He's just a little way down the street, though, and crouching to examine a series of the scales when Keith makes his reappearance; he doesn't get up, but he does turn to look with a quizzical expression.]
Down here. I've come across a number of them.
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In the meantime, Keith is loathe to leave Shiro to his own devices in a place they know little about. Even if the people here seem like the decent sort, the paladin refuses to be too far from where he's sleeping. He's looking over at the colorful scales with a frown. ]
Shiro said he picked up the purple one. Don't touch it.
[ He draws closer, frowning as he nudges at it with his shoe before crouching down beside him. ]
I hear stuff like this happens a lot in this place. Is it true?
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[Almost absently, he reaches into the armiger and draws one of his spelldaggers, digging the point into the ground beneath one of the purple scales and giving it a flip into a nearby flowerbed.]
...Curious. It doesn't seem to have any affect on the flora, so it's not just that the scale itself is harmful. More likely it's some sort of enchantment, rather, triggered by contact.