#• [ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀ ᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ]) 👁 ([ eugénie ] •

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"It's okay to ask for help."

"You're not a burden."

"Murder is okay."

"Murder is okay."

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"Yeah, I guessed that much!"

Lately, it's either the Puppets or those... weird corpse-like creatures P told her about. Scary. Odd and scary. As long as Eugènie didn't see one of those, she won't fully believe they exist. That's a step too far, for what he cares.

"Not many people can even survive from them... so I guess you two have been lucky!"

A really bad joke aside, the girl stepped closer to the two, followed by Spring, the cat who, apparently, was hanging out with her inside her makeshift workshop. Cat that, needless to say, immediately caught the puppet's attention, who once again attempted to touch it without many results. She seemed way more interested in the newcomer.

"Are you from around here?"

And at the new voice, the thief does look away from the puppet, and other to the girl. Ah. There is someone else... And again she can't but wonder if that was a puppet as well. Even though she sounded much less 'cold' as Pinocchio. But really, who knows. Would it be considered rude if she asked her such a question anyway? The puppet boy looked really human after all.

Her gaze then wanders back to said puppet, just to catch him roll his eyes. Whatever that 'last accident' was, he didn't really seemed amused by it being mentioned. Still, the thief didn't ask about it, yet, and rather strolled over to Eugènie.

" Eh, I'm Lilli... And I do come indeed from... outside. "

Which 'outside' is not going to be mentioned by her though. It's still obvious that she was a little unsure about the woman in front of her though.

" We got in a fight with puppets outside, and I got a bit injured so... uh. If you still got some bandages that would be great... "

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@ervaurem

"I've heard good things about you." Romeo's puppet face remained expressionless as he nodded. To make up for it, he used a motion of drawing lines with his fingers to indicate a smile on his lips. "Seems like there are still unruly puppets that need to be taken care of. Unfortunately, our friend broke it during our fight, so... is it alright if I seek your assistance, Ms. Eugénie?"

Oh my gosh. Eyes widen, more at the sight of that magnificent schyte than the King of Puppet's presence in front of her. In fact, she couldn't care less if it was really him or just some guy, the king of the whole world could've brought her that piece of art and her eyes would've remained only on it.

"Yeah, P doesn't really care much about other people's weapons" she still had the decency to answer, not without holding back a bit of sass towards their friend "But, this? This will be a pleasure to fix!"

Her smile widened, visibly shaking a bit for excitement.

"It'll take me a... no, half a day! It will be as good as new, I promise!"

This will be her magnum opus!

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[ src. ] Pinocchio - 🌻 / ☀️ / 🌈 / 🌦 / 🔪 / 🍸 / ❣️ ; Venigni - 🌦 / 💝 ; Eugénie 🌦 / ✋ ( and other dynamics we can think of along the way ehehe :3c )

relationship call ; ACCEPTING

[ OH THESE ARE A LOT and Hell Yes Please to all of those hi hi hi ]

P

🌻  friends like sibling

☀️   best friends

🌈  friends since childhood

🌦   enemies to friends

🔪   friends to enemies

🍸 partners in crime

❣️ forced to work together for survival/a common goal

Venigni

🌦   enemies to friends

💝 mentor/mentee

Eugénie

🌦   enemies to friends

✋ colleagues

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[ anyway some random incorrect quotes i generated here

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comes in. notices three Ps just exchanging critters.

...leaves--

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🌦 🍸❣️✋🌻 (+maybe more!) with Pinocchio, 🌷🌵 with Venigni, 🌻🌷✋ with Eugénie and 🍸❌(🖕?) with The Specter (from relationship meme )

relationship call ; ACCEPTING

[ im grabbing you as we speak yes yes yes ]

P

🌦   enemies to friends

🍸 partners in crime

❣️ forced to work together for survival/a common goal

✋ colleagues

🌻  friends like siblings

Venigni

🌷 general found family

🌵  parental

Eugénie

🌻  friends like siblings

🌷 general found family

✋ colleagues

The Specter

🍸 partners in crime

❌   guilty by association

🖕 colleagues to enemies

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which of your muses is the most likely to start a bar fight?

[ if i had to pick one specifically tho. Zazel for fun, Dismas because he'd get pissed ]

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• [ ᴛᴏʀᴍᴇɴᴛᴇᴅ sᴏᴜʟs ]) 👁 ([ primary & secondary muses ] •

• [ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴋʀᴀᴛ ]) 👁 ([ antonia ] •

• [ ɢᴏsᴘᴇʟ ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏ ]) 👁 ([ bendy ] •

• [ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄᴇɴᴀʀʏ ]) 👁 ([ cahara ] •

• [ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ ]) 👁 ([ dr shaw ] •

• [ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏᴍᴀɴ ]) 👁 ([ dismas ] •

• [ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘʀɪᴇsᴛ ]) 👁 ([ enki ] •

• [ ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ]) 👁 ([ esposito ] •

• [ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʀ ᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ]) 👁 ([ eugénie ] •

• [ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ sᴛᴀᴛᴜᴇ ]) 👁 ([ karl ] •

• [ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀɪʟᴏᴜs ʟᴀᴅʏ ]) 👁 ([ lady web ] •

• [ ᴛʜᴇ ʟʏɪɴɢ ᴘᴜᴘᴘᴇᴛ ]) 👁 ([ pinocchio ] •

• [ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪʀᴄᴜs ǫᴜᴇᴇɴ ]) 👁 ([ the ringleader ] •

• [ ᴋʀᴀᴛ'ꜱ ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇ ]) 👁 ([ venigni ] •

• [ ʟᴏɴᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛʟᴀᴡ ]) 👁 ([ the sundown kid ] •

• [ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɪʀʏ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ]) 👁 ([ mercedes ] •

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anon:

Nightmare for Eugénie, everything is normal except all the weapons she can work with are made out of tied balloons, provided by the (mad) clown puppet.

[ nightmares ; ACCEPTING ]

She wakes up with a groan, feeling Spring still in her deep sleep on her stomach. Maybe that's the reason her last dream was so weird? Or maybe the snack she had before actually going to bed?

With a yawn, a stretch and a little pet on the cat's head... she grumbles, moving ever so slightly to make sure Spring wouldn't run away and shoves herself under the blankets once more.

Note to self. Ask Venigni why he made those clowns so ugly.

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"--Don't touch that!

It's still fragile, it's not fixed yet!"

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He nodded, silently assuring her once again of the presence of a security system that, honestly... he never saw, nor tested out. Considering the number of broken down puppets outside of the Hotel's main door and the fact that Polendina, a puppet who couldn't lie, and Sophia, someone who didn't have any reason to, were one of the first people who told him about that, well... There was no reason to not believe it was there, right?

... ...meh. He was overthinking about something so small. Again.

As for the bandages--

"I can help with that!"

If they were to look on the side, they'd notice Eugènie peeking out from her little workshop, waving at the two of them.

"I pretty much hoarded all of them after the last... accident."

A comment that made P wince a bit, before rolling his eyes. He thought they agreed his attempts at building a weapon with her that resulted in a blade almost slicing her in half after he hit it with a hammer a little too strongly was, well. An accident! If anything, his annoyed pout seemed to entertain the blacksmith, even if she waved him off.

"I'm Eugènie, by the way! And I don't think I ever met you... you must come from outside."

He doesn't seems to understand what she means, and it makes the thief even more upset at the puppet boy. It didn't matter if it was that machine's doing or his! He activated it, and hadn't warned her what it was about to do! UGH. Why was this guy so difficult? Perhaps because she wasn't talking to a human right now.

Lilli's eyes wander from Polendina back to Pinocchio after he said that this was a friend. And perhaps it was just the way he had said it, but it made her lower her weapon almost immediately, before putting it away again. The woman did note that he did reach out for her, but hadn't touched her again. Now, she rather simply crossed her arms.

" A security system? Good to know... "

She wonders how that looked like. Perhaps he means himself, or perhaps something else. Whatever it was, when Lilli looked around she couldn't spot any frenzied puppets around yet. So... she guessed she had just to believe Pinocchio here. And she hates trusting in someone she barely knew...

The woman then looks down at herself, and at the injuries she had gained from their fight a moment ago. Not life-threatening, but they still hurt like hell. Especially after the nauseous feeling from the travel had slowly disappeared. Unsure she takes another look around, before again looking at the puppet.

" Uhm. I know this is a hotel but... Do you got some bandages here perhaps? I need to treat these wounds... "

She would rather not have them infected. Hopefully he knows his way around the hotel at least... Though... would he even know if they had medical supplies somewhere? He doesn't seems to need them with being a puppet and all that...

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"-oh! That?"

That spear, of course. Quite the beauty, and yet for the most left to gather dust-- or, rather, it would've gathered dust, if she wasn't so careful with personally cleaning as many weapons as she could, a duty that got harder and harder every day, considering how many Pinocchio brought to her everytime he walked out. She should talk to him about picking up every single piece of junk he could put his hands on, probably... but that would be a little hypocritical, wouldn't it?

... ...girl. Focus a bit. The King is still there, and you're getting lost in your own thoughts.

"Like some greek warrior, huh? I like the idea!

Let's see... P brought me that spear after going at the Cathedral... and pretty much threw it here." a chuckle "IIII think that place annoyed him more than he'd like to admit. I mostly used it to practice putting cranks on weapons faster, honestly. In fact, I think there should still be a Technique one attached to it."

Needless to say, even if that meant losing her little test subject, she was still quite excited at the idea of something so underused finally finding its purpose!

"If you want to train, there should be some--"

A clearing of her throat, an almost embarrassed one.

"...mannequins, let's say, on the back!"

Each weapon so far had a story; from its concept, design, and up until the production. So far, what P had gathered each had unique tales to tell, but only the ones who actually forged them knew the truth. For the likes of them at the Hotel, however, the scenario of exchanging ideas and possibilities instead sounded rather nice, if such an opportunity rose for the occasion.

"Looks like using its Fable mechanism is a 'high risk, high reward' type of situation. In exchange for a strong blow, the weight keeps the wielder in place. Not ideal in a situation where one is surrounded by a hoard of enemies..."

In other words, the weapon wouldn't be something that Romeo would be able to use in battle. Meanwhile, P's many features made him adaptive, versatile and flexible. In this regard, a combat puppet like the King could be considered "jealous" of these improvements the other puppet had over any other creation.

While Eugénie was looking through her things, Romeo used the time to walk inside the workshop. He took a closer look at some weapons. He checked the notorious axe made of puppet parts, which was more gruesome than it looked. But then, a certain spear caught his attention, until her voice called to his attention.

"So there's an arm specifically made to protect. Kind of like a warrior with a spear and shield, indeed." Needless to say, despite his monotone voice, Romeo was impressed. "Though this caught my eye just now..." He held up what he noticed, a spear with a handle and shield. "It's been through a lot, but I see its practicality. Not to mention it's lightweight, too."

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"Exactly that!"

Snapping her fingers, Eugénie beamed, clearly not used to talk about weapons for so long with someone. Most people either didn't get it or clearly got bored after a few minutes of rambling, but Romeo sounded positively intrigued! Even P, who most of the time sat down and listened, generally preferred to just talk about how much damage a sword can cause rather than anything else -- and, again, he was more of a listener than a talker. This is fun, this is nice!

"It's a special Fable mechanism. The sword becomes much harder to hold since the weight is more spread, but those ad-ons are even sharper than the blade itself! As for shields... I do think I still have--" a moment of silence, and rather than continuing her thoughts she dove under her desk, searching through boxes... and putting on the counter sword after sword, most in fairly good shape, some other with some rust or chipped here and there (again, nothing she couldn't fix in a handful of minutes) as she looked through the junk and displaced parts "--there!" --until she managed to pull out a small, round shield.

"Venigni gave me this after Pinocchio put on the Falcon Eye Legion arm. He called it Egida!" she explained "A piece of another Legion that should work as shield. It's a little small, but there's a small mechanism that causes a tiny explosion whenever it's fully charged.

I could try to make it a little bigger for you, if you want! I do have some spare metal here and there. A-And same for all these weapons, if anything catches your eye..."

Although puppets weren't built to imagine scenarios inside their heads like humans, Romeo could still picture the scene, as if his reason for existing was to defy the conventions that made him this way. If not for the skills he gained from having this kind of mechanical body, as well as an amulet that helped him learn and memorize moves better, he felt like he wouldn't have much say towards fellow combatants.

"I agree. Most weapons can withstand a lot of hits. Either it's a weak form, or giving the opponent an opening way too early, or a bad grip... But I see where you're coming from. It's an admirable trait to have, really. Striving for perfection and giving nothing but her all, you've made yourself the standard, Ms. Eugénie"

His shortcomings were a combination of all of those. Despite being menacing in a battle, he himself noted that some moves became too easy to read. Then again, his last opponent was someone who could learn on the fly and catch him off guard with everything from his arsenal. Romeo's own limitations was what brought him his defeat. At the very least, he was able to spend time around the hotel like this, so there certainly wasn't any loss incurred from that fight.

Glancing at where she pointed at, he tilted his head, his gaze showing curiosity. "It does look like it gets the job done. As long as the wielder knows their limits, then it'd be indeed a formidable weapon. I guess those things poking out of the sword is part of its offensive features and not just for decoration?"

Since Romeo had his weapon for as long as he could remember, her question slightly took him aback. "Now that you've mentioned it, I didn't have this weapon with me from the beginning. But if I had a choice, utilizing my kind of... well, build, perhaps a spear would be practical. Or dual swords? Or a blade with a shield?"

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"You bet!"

Well, the weapon needed to cool off a bit before returning to sharpen and paint it! Might as well take her time to relax and taking out the necessary tools while chatting.

"I worked at the workshop, at least until the tower went down, actually." Eugénie sighed, her head leaning on her palm "It wasn't always the best, really, the job was full of up and downs. Some people were much nicer than others, but that's where I learned to always aim for perfection. I mean, of course the person holding the weapon does most of the job, but if the sword breaks after one hit more often than not it's the fault of the person who made it to begin with! I'd rather not have someone's life on my back just because I didn't feel like working on something!"

She laughed, but behind her words there was a hint of truth. People probably didn't die, but some got hurt when she had to rush things, back then. With how little time P gave her, she was surprised he never came back with a half-broken saber...!

"...my ideal weapon?"

Well, now that was quite the question! Tapping her chin, she gave herself a few seconds to think...

"Hmm... can't say I'm particularly good at actually using them, honestly... I really enjoy big weapons, tho. Like--- maybe not the ones with puppet arms? But that big sword, over there!"

Yet another one P pretty much threw at her, specifically after having a chat with Alidoro, one day. Almost as big as her, heavy and ornate in gold.

"It's a little tacky maybe, but refining it was incredibly fun-- and I can imagine swinging it must be very satisfying!" another chuckle "Not even going to bother now, tho. I know better."

She never saw Polendina as upset as he was after she accidentally made quite a huge dent on the floor as she attempted to give it a good swing.

"...are schytes your things, or are you interested in other ones?"

"Then it's safe for me to assume that you crafted weapons for Stalkers the most?"

Needless to say, Romeo preferred for these weapons to be mere accessories or an additional aesthetic. One reason why he wanted to be a Stalker in his previous life was the fact they looked cool. Their freedom in how they could do everything they wanted was something he aspired to have. But in their current predicament, as well as his current state as a puppet, the said dream was left behind a lifetime ago.

His eyes followed the direction of where the aforementioned weapon was. With the advantage of his height, he easily spotted the axe. As a fellow puppet, he could see why anyone would feel uneasy around it. He also happened to notice the feline, a resident that he had been eyeing for a while now, but still kept a respectful distance until now.

"I might not be as adept at wielding heavy weapons, but I might give it a try at the training area..." A pragmatic type in battle, he preferred weapons that took full advantage of his pre-existing abilities. But he had the most time with his scythe, so he was going to keep sticking with what he was accustomed to.

A dance? Romeo never really noticed that himself. "I suppose so. Combat-wise, I like its range and damage, its built-in puppet string is good for crowd control as well." He remembered the times he used all the weapon's features against P. Even then, the end result was a broken scythe. The other puppet was truly a force to be reckoned with. "What is your ideal kind of weapon, then? Something fast? Long range?"

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"Yeah, very likely so." she sighted, keeping in the back of her head any comment about the Tower, and all the victims that its collapse brought with it "Either that, or officers and rich people who got overwhelmed. It's surprising how many had access to swords and guns, even before the petrification disease! Not that I can complain, that gave me plenty of work... but some were more for show, than for battling, and it shows."

A scoff, and she returned to focus more on the weapon, lifting it a bit as she started working the scorching hot metal, tampering it and attempting to hammer down the spare blade to the schyte, moving both back and forth from the oven, back to her work table. The two metals weren't exactly the same, but they were close, and soon enough sharp enough to be mistaken as such!

So focused on the process, Eugénie barely paid much attention to Romeo's words, at first - vaguely waving to the back of her little workshop, near Spring's pillow, when the puppet-axe-thing was mentioned again, dismissing it with a quick "If you want, you can try it out! It's a little broken still, but if nobody uses it I'd rather not work much on it tho, it's a little creepy", as she shoved the now well-glued blades in cold water, invading the main hall with warm steam...

...and using that as a silent excuse of why she blushed lightly at those compliments. Those weren't a first, but they were... always surprising.

"Genius...?" a tense chuckle followed her retrieving the weapon, cleaning it up with a piece of cloth she also used to remove the mist from her glasses "Ahhh, nothing like that! It's all studies and lots of practice. I sure can't do any... weird coreographies or even stand a chance in a fight! Something that I'm sure you can. Schytes are generally quite impractical weapons, but P said that your fights was more similar to a dance than a battle at some point!"

The dreamy sigh that followed was mostly at the thought of such a weapon could be used, by someone who didn't simply use it to cut grass.

"My theory is that these are weapons mostly left behind by Stalkers, either killed in action, leaving humans to defend themselves, or passing the burden onto someone else. A lot of them did perish at the battle at the Workshop Tower. The ones left are likely working for the Alchemists."

Speaking of the said battle, Romeo tried to recollect if he had anything to do with the aforementioned siege. Either he "erased" them on purpose, or he wasn't part of it- despite being the focal point to blame for the Puppet Frenzy. Although they all knew he didn't start the chaos, he was certainly a part of it.

Eugénie talking about a weapon that involved parts of puppets were a cause of intrigue. Even Romeo wanted to see how it worked for himself now. Though for now, he would formulate assumptions at how that kind of arsenal could work. "...The weight of all the puppet arms, when used by a vengeful human- or puppet alike, could be a recipe for another kind of frenzy."

Romeo gave a nod. "Blacksmithing is something I never got to see myself, whether as a human or puppet," he admitted. "Such craft is only possible for the hands who are willing to try the same thing over and over until the movement is perfected. My hands... aren't exactly made for that. So, it'd be an honor for me to see a genius such as yourself at work."