On having him be more social at the coffer & coffin.

[livedieknow]

...Buying eggs.
Handing out eggs.

eggs.

No doubt I came across as some form of egg-sociopath, and to strangers, especially the thaumaturge...

I am never speaking to anyone outside of the scions of the seventh dawn again. I cannot manage people. You know this of me. I cannot understand why you keep laughing, either. You forced me into a situation I found far from comfortable, made a prize fool of myself, and you are laughing?!

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[windbite]

She wasn't that bad, Mir.

[ maybe a little over the top, but... ]

[livedieknow]

You did realize that she was a keeper of the moon?

[windbite]

Yes... And?

[ not putting 2 and 2 together why female keeper = grumpy!Mir. afraid, perhaps. not wanting to talk, sure. grumpy and wishing ill on? ...not sure about that. ]

[livedieknow]

... I would rather not.

Our clan are different from yours. Yours are capable of co-existing.

[windbite]

That doesn't mean you should wish for a Nix to swallow her up.

[ that look in your eye... ]

[livedieknow]

[He's about to retort that a Nix swallowing any of them up would have been far preferable to listening to her prattle on. But he notices the look of suspicion, and closes his eyes, taking a breath to try and reign in the parts of himself which he needs to erase, to fit this new body.]

...
You are right.

[Suspicious, T? Mir certainly hopes not!]

[windbite]

[ suspicious, yes. acting on it? nah. ]

Back to my original point on the matter...

[livedieknow]

I'm still not speaking to anyone!

...it's embarrassing.

[windbite]

You will have to eventually. I'm not going to be around all the time.

[livedieknow]

When you are away, I'll read. Or make things.
[Simple!]

[windbite]

I had thought you were making great progress.

[duskwight]

...eggs?

[livedieknow]

...It was my round.
I went with whatever would cause the alehouse wench the least trouble...

[Eggs. Boiled.
Ever tried drinking an egg? Bad idea.]

[duskwight]

Ah, I see!

[ Grin. You knew this was coming, surely. ]

Trying to break out of your shell, are you?

[livedieknow]

[ a groan. Yep, this ears are flat. And he might just be staggering. ]

[duskwight]

What? Can't take a yolk?

[livedieknow]

[...]

Thanks for trying to cheer me up.

[duskwight]

...Trying? Ah, boo.

I wouldn't worry about it so much. At least it's easier on the head the next day than a round of drinks. And much more memorable! I doubt anyone'll forget something so eggciting anytime soon!

And the waitress doesn't seem to have hit you with any cooking implements! That's a real improvement right there!

[coerthan]

What's wrong with eggs? I like them.

[livedieknow]

T'brohka doesn't. And I doubt the paladin did, either.

... Perhaps the look the waitress was giving me was all in my head.

[coerthan]

[Well that does complicate things a bit.]

What look? [But he's still trying to be cheerful here.]

[livedieknow]

"Order anything more complex than a boiled egg and I'll slit your throat."

... Perhaps it was in my head.

[coerthan]

[...Whoa.]

[Um.]

If... she was giving you such a look, I would just order mugs of ale. ...And take comfort in the fact that she can't slit your throat while on duty. Because it'd mean she would also have to clean the mess, and it'd be too much trouble.

[livedieknow]

[Yeaaaah. social anxiety when around more than 3 people? Ohyes.]

...Yes. I do not understand why alehouses are such popular meeting points. The drunks around Thanalan are terrifying enough...

[swordtouch]

The egg was... rather tasty, especially since it came from The Coffer & Coffin.

Speaking with you did not seem as hard as I thought it to be, Miir'a.

[livedieknow]

You normally frequent that place?

...I hope you did not get soaked too badly in your haste to get away. [small laugh.]

[swordtouch]

In days past, yes... I've not recently due to my work...

Though I dislike being in the rain whilst in armor, 'twas fine getting back into the city. But please, I was in no haste..

[livedieknow]

If not for work related matters, then you usually drink with the miners?

[It seemed like you were!] I would not blame you if you was. I understand dealing with my nuances can be problematic.

[swordtouch]

Normally, I would just order a drink, sit at an empty table, and listen to my surroundings. Mayhap write a thing or two...

Your nuances are fine, if a tad odd. But naught that is harmful nor bothersome...

Everybody saying hi to each other and being all cute. :<

[potato_powerhouse]

When you're a nice guy, it's called being quirky, dear. [She heard about a bit of it from her mun. Ya'll are such cuties!]

oh hi were you the person which sent me a /tell?

[livedieknow]

Perhaps there's such a thing as too quirky. T'brohka makes a habit of telling me I need to be more social, but whenever I try it appears to go wrong.

Yepyep! Sorry for being a creeper but I was all like "I KNOOOOW YOU"

[potato_powerhouse]

I don't think it was at all. From what everyone is sayin' you did well.

I'm really sorry for not responding! I was in /tells with so many people sob

[livedieknow]

....E-everyone?

[Ears, flattening. Eyes, widening.]

It's all good man. I was just saying hi. I didn't expect to see either of you while I ran around.

[potato_powerhouse]

Yeah, yanno, Mr. Garrett...the other people you were talking with.

Everything is alright lad. Don't panic and make such a face.

[strikeoflightning]

Thaumaturge?

[livedieknow]

[Not knowing? Hrm. This means that she really isn't of his world, just like she said in Thanalan...]

Yes. Thaumaturges are... sorcerers, for lack of a better term. They command the power of aether, which essentially is... everything, an invisible substance which forms life in all things. Trees, plants, animals, monsters... Even us. They shape the aether to form - elemental magic, and they are second only to black mages in terms of capability for destruction.

Needless to say, this gives some of them enormous egos. Usually beginners, though. A seasoned thaumaturge is as unimpressed by his or her capabilities as you and I are as unimpressed with our own ability to breathe.

[unyieldingspirit]

[…eggs and… sociopathy?

…???

is she missing something here? she's missing something here.]

I don't see the link.

[why would handing out eggs make you that?]

[livedieknow]

[A small blink.]

N-not that handing out articles of food makes anyone a sociopath or--

[Oh dear. There's a small pause, and Mir simply looks thoughtful.]

That, combined with other things which... seem very odd, in hindsight.

[unyieldingspirit]

I didn't think so.

[that's a relief, at least. She tilts her head.]

What kind of things?