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Natalie Chevalier

Weeell, Kin is a notorious snoop, so she would probably know Natalie superficially. (Most likely as 'that snob') But it would totally be a first meeting of sorts, because she has never bothered to learn more about the starlight mage.

Hm hm, that mission looks preeetty dangerous. A scary Level 3 ghost... We could just throw the two together in some other spooky place and see how things go, yus. Crypts, graveyards, supposedly haunted houses... Plenty of places to snoop for treasure!

The quip was plenty enough to shatter the pretender’s solemn act. “Pffft~ How lewd~!” After a fit of gleeful laughter, she muttered beneath her breath. “Maybe one day I’ll test that offer...” Silently she assured herself it was just another joke. Nothing to take seriously. Buuut the warm spark of curiosity in her chest did feel kinda...

Interesting...

Kin rose back up on her feet and streeetched. “Hm, nope, I’m good~!” She agreed with the notion. There was so much more to do today. Her gaze narrowed into a sly squint and lips curled into a devilish smile. “I’ll find out your secrets eventually... I always do~” Following the whisper, nay, the challenge, she suddenly dropped through the floor.

“See ya~!”

Soon, the ghostly trickster peeked through the wall and slyly glanced around. No killjoys in sight! She snuck off, heading to the shabby building her guild called home. All this mischief had made her hungry. Maybe she would go bother her so-called guild mates next... After grabbing some late breakfast.

_{((Aaand exit Kin stage left! Thanks for the fun thread!))}

A.J. Godfrey

When offered a sensible explanation, the curious snoop cocked her head. Her voice chimed playfully. “Is that so~?” If she sounded suspicious, it was only because she didn’t believe a single word. A liar recognized a liar... Or something like that.

Kin swiped the thrown egg into her grasp again. Few more cracks appeared on the fragile surface. She lowered her gaze with a heavy sigh. “Oh, my magic isn’t interesting at all...” When it came to secrets, she had never been the type to share. Snooping was far more fun.

And much safer too...

The ghostly mage wove words into sweet little lies. “My magic is called Touch Me Not.” A ghastly glow engulfed her body. Her eyes burned like embers. “When I activate it, I simply slip through anything I have touched previously.” Right on cue, the egg fell through her fingers and splattered against the floor.

Suddenly the trickster sunk. The lower half of her body slipped through the floor. “Whoops~ Sheesh...” She seemed to barely catch herself before falling completely. “Took me a looong time to figure out how to stay in my clothes while using it~” She underlined the scandalous lie by bringing a finger to her lips. Hush...

With a huff of effort, Kin pulled herself up from her predicament. Another sigh sapped the energy from her tone. “But... That’s all it does...” Sitting cross-legged, she held up a hand with the fingers splayed. “And it only works on things I have touched with all five fingers before activating it.” Mixing truths and total nonsense was the best recipe for crafting lies.

A.J. Godfrey

Kin feigned shock, covering her mouth with a gasp. “Oh dear, how scary...” It was getting harder to conceal the devilish glee behind a gentle smile. Oh how it tugged at her lips, wanting to twist them into a crescent grin. Playing dumb was such a fun way to mess with people!

When the fellow mage, Mercy, declared her guild, the trickster’s gears started turning. Odin’s Spear was a name known far and wide. They fancied themselves the top guild around and it showed. Bleh. Would’ve been a shame if someone popped that pompous attitude...

Suddenly the friendly blonde took a trembling step back. “O-odin’s Spear...?” Her voice wavered and smile vanished. “I’ve heard such frightening stories... Of how they control people through violence and fear like some sort of m-mafia... Robbing the elderly, kidnapping children and just murdering people... F-for profit...” The golden gaze avoided eye-contact, retreating to the floor.

Pushing the act further, Kin clasped her hands together defensively. “S-sorry! I mean no offense... It’s just that... I can’t help but wonder...” She twiddled her fingers together, as if searching for the right words. Of course she knew exactly which ones to pick for the final blow. “...why would a heartless criminal want to find a poor animal?” Such fun~!

Mercy Godfrey

Grabbing the helping hand, Kin popped out of her bind. She streeetched her whole frame. “Mmhm~!” Any longer in there and her legs would’ve cramped. She spun around and dipped her arms into the chest again. Clothing went flying as she rummaged aaand...

“Behold!”

The trickster proudly presented a woolly, white sweater. She nuzzled her cheek against the fluffy treasure, graciously offering her helper a touch too. “Can you feel that? It’s real wool. Probably cost a fortune.” And most importantly... It was dry and super warm!

Without wasting a moment, the ghostly mage slipped the warm clothing over her wet jumpsuit. “Much better!” It was at least two sizes too big, but she didn’t let tiny details bother her.

Sovereign Pale

The scowl made the free spirit frown. “Aw, but a cute wolfie needs a cute name...” Suddenly she stopped in her tracks and leaned back to check the wolfish girl’s behind. Her eyes trailed down before widening with a starry twinkle. “Ooh, then how about Fluffy~?” The cutesy nickname was offered with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Beneath the mask, the trickster struggled to keep a straight face. Erm, or a sweet face? Weeell, either way, she was very proud of her little performance thus far. Now that she knew the girl’s reaction to nicknames... Hm heh heh hee... Poke by poke, she would find the breaking point...

Kin answered the question without a hint of hesitation. “Rhyolite Village.” So easily she lied. “I’m a proud member of the Cait Shelter. We save the world one good deed at a time, nya~!” She underlined her false claim by curling her fingers and pawing the air. That was totally a thing the Cait Shelter people did, right? Right.

Curiously the blonde drew closer, returning the question. “How about you? What’s your name and where are you from, friend?” She had heard the name Godfrey from the farmer, buuut that honestly told her nothing.

Mercy Godfrey