stellafortunalogs | as expected of pikku

Edited 2021-01-19 14:23 (UTC)

[ pieck has never seen someone so excited to see her this way— well, perhaps maybe hange, but charles mingle takes the cake for the time being and seems ecstatic for the help in writing his erotica from such a creature . . . you know? that actually weirds pieck out some, but she'll take an afternoon's conversation in literature and how to write this and that over more exertion— even a lady like the cart deserves some rest to be paid for, every now and then. someone else has asked to come at this hour, charles says, i hope you don't mind? ]

Not at all, Charlie.

[ he chuckles at the name and looks far too happy to have been called charlie, but pieck allows him to live with it. they're outside in a place the titan could fit, first of all, with mingle sitting on the fountain ledge for inspiration while pieck lays onto her belly and folds her arms much like a resting cat as they awaited their much anticipated second brain. ]

Edited 2021-01-19 16:30 (UTC)

[ first it was the adventurer's guild that had gotten pieck's interest, if not for the sheer amount of information she can net from a so called club for adventuring. one conversation led to another, that finally led to boris— a man with a challenge and some mora to spare if they went out there to check out the green figures supposedly haunting the whispering woods and windrise. she wasn't the least bit afraid, knowing ghosts were figments of the imagination and human fear of the dead (most of the time), logic brings her to accept and discover what they truly were out of simple curiosity (were they plants? did someone paint their livestock? was a certain midnight walker a lover of green fabrics?). pieck is pointed in the direction of the woods, and there, for a moment in the night, she muses to a man that had been observant of the entire exchange nearby. there had to be a reason, no? ]

You wouldn't happen to know a thing or three about green spirits to tell a curious lady, would you?

Edited 2021-01-19 19:11 (UTC)

[ something that pieck knew she could possibly do better than anyone else here (no offense to the others who had their own perks, she's aware) was endure heavy loads like stone and the lot. wagner has even offered to fit her with straps for horses, bulls and mules and adapt them to carrying barrels— many barrels. perhaps not as many as she could at her usual size, twice the one she was now, but she was sure she could carry at least two barrels full of stone at a comfortable pace back and forth.

something she'd never get tired of were the stares— and not because she was eldian, or a titan, but because no one knew what on earth she was. their confusion is her afternoon snack. this young man in particular, yes, the one chucking his sword at the wall like a tool, seems to have stopped just to see her taking what remained of the stone that chipped off the walls with her sharper breezes. not the damage an explosion can do, but it was something. she'd considered staying quiet . . . until now, as she lifts the weight and throws them back to her hind legs to make putting the smaller pieces of rubble into the barrels strapped to her sides. ]

You know, [ she adjusts the straps, ] they say it's inappropriate to stare at a woman for that long.

Edited 2021-01-19 19:46 (UTC)

[ one more delivery, one more far less hazardous day of work than she's used to. there's no anti-titan artillery to look out for, for starters! an actual walk through the park. this time, pieck has been entrusted with an entire wedding's dinner to carry. sarah has given akira the last boxed package of meals and pointed outside of the good hunter to the very, very odd horse . . . with hands . . . strapping itself in with boxes . . . ]

Oh, good. My navigator has arrived. [ he's just a boy; she's possibly twice his age, give or take. as much as her voice, appearance, and maybe size is off-putting, she tries to make the best of it. he doesn't look like a shy one, at least. ] Hello, there.

Edited 2021-01-19 19:38 (UTC)

[ five giant identical bowls of jello is on the menu today for a group of eager hooligans mingling about, and the problem hadn't been the actual delivery— that was very easy. fitting the bowls onto packaging that allowed tying and strapping, and how to organize them was the puzzle. perhaps it hadn't been a problem after all, pieck only needed the correct boxes, string and the leather straps to secure those onto the adapted saddle sara could provide. outside of the good hunter, pieck had finished successfully hoisting the fourth boxed bowl onto her side. but then there was the fifth . . . hadn't sara sent someone to navigate with her? a two person job it was, and they were supposed to bringing the final bowl back.

she considers sticking her head close to the window to call the restaurant's owner attention, but she supposes she could wait just a little while longer. in the mean time, she could test the knot security and make sure the contents don't move around so much in there. thankfully, they'll only jiggle. ]

Edited 2021-01-19 20:05 (UTC)

[ adeline pleads to all for the search and rescue of her prized hens— and pieck wasn't much of a mercenary to say no to some help that would only garner some eggs. it wasn't as if she could cook them the way she way, or even fit in one of the houses her key belongs to. the woman's care for her "girls" as is was more than enough to get her into a search for the hen robber. this "elemental sight", when she finally gets the hang of it, is a wonder. she can see the tracks of, hm . . . ]

Imagine, having this your whole life. These are Cryo marks, correct?

Edited 2021-01-19 20:20 (UTC)

[ boris is at it again with these spirits, and all they were the first time were chickens— green chickens, at that. nevertheless, the creeping curiosity gets at her again to solve another "mystery" and drag out the logic of it. it was satisfying, to say the least! so here pieck is, waiting for one more fellow to take interest in the traveling act to approach and making conversation— there's nothing strange happening when she opens her muzzle-like mouth to speak. ]

And what do you hope to find out there, hm? Phantoms or painted hens?

Edited 2021-01-19 20:27 (UTC)

[ thankfully, pieck doesn't have to wait too long for the second person to make themselves known. lorem arrives soon enough, never one to make someone wait if she's agreed to help them with a task.

especially if it's a task that's... interesting as this one. the description of the job had gotten her attention right off the bat. it's certainly unique and, outside of it becoming possibly personal, fascinating enough to get her attention from the other options that she could have gone with right off the bat.

perhaps she should have considered she would not be the only one to think that way - she looks pleasantly surprised to see someone else is there when approaching the agreed meeting place, eyebrows raised and head tilted to the side but she quickly recovers. she flashes a bright smile, waving in greeting before she gives a quick and polite curtsy. ]

Hello! It's nice to see that someone else is here. Never hurts to have someone to bounce off thoughts and ideas with. [ she straightens up, the friendly smile still on her face. ] It's an honour to meet you. I'm Lorem Laurel but feel free to call me Lorem.

[ this hadn't been the first time pieck has ventures to mining. pickaxes were small for her hands, but with a push and the right angle, she could get better chunks dropping than an average sized human. seeing someone do a better job at the ore without even touching it was amazing in its own right— and what a relief it was, since she just got here alone. ]

Finally, [ she says as she brings forward the empty barrels strapped to her sides, deciding to secure one more to the mix. her size might not have been her usual, but her strength was still proportional to it, rivaling a little more than a pack mule in terms of carrying weight back and forth without complaints. ] both a Geo and someone who uses their head.

[ you won't believe what she's seen. himbos throwing swords at the rock walls! swords! ]

Edited 2021-01-19 20:41 (UTC)

[Jun can't say he ever expected to land a job as a miner, but he knew it'd be impractical to turn down the easiest way to support himself while he was trapped in this world. Besides, it made for good practice for his newfound geo abilities.

He had gotten to the mine before Pieck, and was already working on salvaging useful ore, amassing a nice pile by the time she's arrived. He'd been given a heads up by the guild that his partner would be rather large and unusual looking, so he only blinks a couple times as she approaches. Huh. Well ok. Guess it's like Falco's titan form he heard about.]

Oh? Have there been problems with the other miners?

[What has this poor giant seen...]

[in felix's defense, the sword he's beating against this wall is, like, an old sword? something he'd picked up from the scrap heap beside wagner's stall? or: there is no possible way to defend felix, because when it comes to mining, felix is, indeed, an idiot. nobles don't need to mine their own ore... that's wack...

and this, too, is wack, because listen: felix has seen—and dealt with—all manner of strange beasts. demonic beasts are a particular pain in the ass—and they look somewhat similar to the creature picking up what bits of ore he's managed to chip away? to the creature talking to him, goddess above. the reason that he's standing still as opposed to attacking outright is wagner's (very vague) warning, but let it be known that it's a near thing; like, felix is very tense, his grip on this shitty sword tightening by the second as he continues to take in the state of... her. apparently. huh.]

That's— [well! a beat; a huff, of sorts, as felix brings his free hand to his hip, feeling somewhat foolish for no apparent reason.] How was I supposed to know that you're a woman? You certainly don't look like one.

[oh my god]

[ What the fuck is Pieck. Ed...is a rude bitch but he's not gonna ask. He's seen some pretty weird people over the course of his life by now, but also: why is she naked? Isn't she cold?? So many rude questions that he is just barely keeping from asking.

Anyway. ]

Think so. Everything seems to be color coded here. [ And he's now familiar with what Cryo looks like...thanks for the vision, Teyvat! ]

-- apologies for my tardiness! [ Thereeeee's Pieck's partner. The sound of booted feet comes thumping up around the corner at a half-jog, half-run, slowing to a quick walk as it draws close. Serpico calls out amiably enough as he rounds the building to where he'd been told his job partner was already waiting: ] I was only told to go to the restaurant, so I was waiting at the front entrance at first. I do hope you haven't been waiti -- nngh!

[ Except his words cut off with a muffled noise of shock at the sight of the -- the monster standing before him. Serpico immediately falls back a step, then another, hand gripping tight at the hilt of his sword, though he's at least hesitated in drawing his blade. ]

-- what are you?!

[ Sorry, Pieck. His last encounter with a nonhuman ended up was a ginormous goatman with a snake penis that stomped people to death, so he's just a little cagey. ]

[ what a cute lady, lbr. how far do those formalities go, she wonders? oh, but it's only for a moment, charles is already clapping his hands together in anticipation for both of them to get to work with their ideas. ]

Hello, Lorem. You can call me Pieck.

[ she doesn't move much, not even her head— this position is good enough, she has a wide angle from here anyway, and only momentarily seems to shift her arms beneath her to get into a comfy settle-down. ]

Charlie was just telling me about his writer's block starting with, [ she literally check her notes, with a gentle finger, ] the climax. Can you take a look at this? Page twenty-three, fourth paragraph. [ she'll give lorem a moment to take the rough draft of the book and find what she was looking for. it all reads terribly stiff— and it's on foreplay, not climax. ] We have some work to do before making an impression where it's due.

[ charlie is already starting to take notes though. ]

Have you ever seen a young man do battle with a stone wall, with the flat face of a sword?

[ she'll just let that sink in first, of course— even though the wideness of her lips, as natural as they are, look like she's smiling to it. ]

I think he was thoroughly distracted by my charm, though. I'll give him some credit.

[ she realizes that she could have just a little bit of fun with this one. just a little bit. luckily, while she's expressive, it's hard to get a read on everything at once when her mouth was practically a muzzle and her eyes were so . . . apart, was the word? she compacts some rubble into the baskets and picks up . . . a dangerous looking pickax in the hands of a horse lady. ]

Is that how experience taught you to treat striking appearances, or is that lack of? How rude . . . I might have to give you some lessons after that.

[ time to follow the trail . . . but pieck is a perceptive lady, and no odd stares would go unnoticed during this entire ordeal, especially in this little pocket of silence they're in. she could act like there's nothing else, but this poor lad. she's seeing fumes from his ears, his brain is overloaded with rude questions! ]

You can ask, you know.

[ snake penis just takes the cake. as you can see, pieck has no genitals at this moment. does that make it creepier? oh, well— experience has made her used to this, and finds the reaction rather tame compared to the shrieks on the battlefield that wouldn't hesitate to expose their weaponry on the spot. as calmly as possible: ]

You can put that away first, please. [ she gestures with a loose point of her finger, ] Before you poke an eye out.

Haha, only in the metaphorical sense. But can't say I have literally.

[That's Ryouta every day okay. That gets a slight smile.]

I'm sure he was. [He moves to start lifting ore into the barrels] About how much can you carry?

[ IT TALKS. ]

Y-you can talk ...

[ At least he manages to keep some of that shock out of his voice, settling for a disbelieving mutter under his breath. And though he doesn't quite loosen his combat-ready stance, his hand does loosen from around the handle of his sword. Just a touch. There's an uneasy pause before Serpico looks Pieck over, as if gauging how much of a threat she might be, were she to suddenly turn hostile. ]

... by any chance, are you the one I was assigned to accompany on a delivery task?

[ Pieck stands out a lot amongst the outlanders, never mind the Mondstadt locals. For one, someone probably had to foist some clothes on her, and her strange form would be enough to make others wary. Zhongli isn't particularly perturbed, since he's seen far stranger things. Instead, his reason for observing her is closer to curiosity.

And she's able to talk, despite her quadrupedal form. Most interesting. ]

There are many kinds of phenomena that could give rise to things approximating spirit sightings. Many different types of creatures live in the wilds, some physical and others more ethereal. It may be a confluence of elements, a Seelie, or one of the more common wildlife in the area.

[ It's hard for him to make any concrete claims without seeing it firsthand. ]

Nice to meet you, Pieck. It'll be a pleasure to work with you.

[ she takes the draft and flips through the addressed page, curious to see what the issues are. twenty-three... paragraph four... there we go. ah. right in the middle of foreplay, too.

after taking a few minutes to absorb the details before her, she frowns in obvious displeasure and, in her opinion, sees what the immediate issue with the passage is: ]

I understand that they're entry-level economic officers but they shouldn't be so blase about their work. [ she closes the draft and tucks it under her arm, shaking her head in disappointment while fishing out some writing materials she brought along. ] They still have an important job for the country they're representatives of. It's important for them to use their time in the party to develop local contacts so they're better informed of local developments that could affect their country's policies.

[ they shouldn't be spending so much more time necking and petting each other behind a curtain in a public party. that's a terrible misuse of their hours, let alone unhygienic since they're so near the food if they can describe the smell of the desserts and spices. ]

[ that’s a lot of ore for someone so small— please, allow her! ]

I only won’t put more barrels on me because they don’t fit— I’ve shrunken two or less meters.

[ but, ]

It’ll manage quite the pay for us both.

Edited (THUMBS PLEASE DONT SEND BEFORE IM READY) 2021-01-24 17:13 (UTC)

as expected of pikku

january

general monthly mingle, ota

books of exotic taste; for lorem

paranormal activity; for zhongli

forging ahead; for felix

food delivery; for akira

food delivery; serpikku

clutch rescue; for ed

paranormal activity; for sylvian

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forging ahead; for jun

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i'm absolutely losing it

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felix making history

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