[center][h2][color=98fb98]Joseph / Marken Monet[/color][/h2][/center][hr][hr]

Joseph hadn’t been busy today; not that he was busy all that often anyway. Today, though, most of his clients had cancelled, which was pretty ideal. They had to pay anyway, after all, and it had just given him more time to spend with Mac. Poor guy was pretty tired out from running around all day, snoring quite loudly in the bed Joseph had spent a little too much on. 

He did that a lot. Seemed like the canine was either an unstoppable ball of energy or completely unconscious, with very little in-between.
But that suited both of them. Sticking to the sort-of-schedule, and with a faintly dopey smile, Joseph turned away from the sleeping canine, relaxing into his chair as he slipped on his headset.
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How he’d ended up here, he wasn’t quite sure. He’d headed off for a walk, partly to gather materials and partly to escape the bustle of the city. But it was a fairly familiar route, if a roundabout one he’d planned out to avoid as much combat as possible. Normally he didn’t go this way, but without a real fighter to back him up it was easier.

Still, it was kind of boring. Scenery lost some of its appeal when you’d seen it be exactly the same time after time. He knew all the interesting parts by now, and while the passing creatures were always fascinating – and adorable, from a distance – there wasn’t all that much variety.

Which was why the shrine caught his attention. It hadn’t been there on any of his other journeys, and this was a pretty remote area to be adding anything new. Curious, if a little apprehensive about risking his cart, he headed towards the new addition.
He’d barely made it close before maintenance kicked him out.

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Upon logging back in, Joseph was fairly confused as to where he was. Definitely not where he’d been when the maintenance kicked in, anyway, but after a panicked glance around that confirmed his cart hadn’t disappeared, as well as the presence of others, he broke into a wide grin. If there were other people here, then the game couldn’t have completely broken.

Or at least there were other people here to help him roll with it. Besides, he recognised Fayt, at least, so he’d still have some supplies coming in if this was really out of the ordinary.

There was also someone who seemed to be part rabbit. Something about her seemed to catch Marken's attention, and he approached the girl in a manner that could only really be taken as intimidating, leaning down to meet her eyes.

[color=98fb98]“[b]You.[/b]”[/color]

 At least until he spoke, with all the enthusiasm and wonder of a giddy schoolgirl, and ruffled her hair just a little too hard.

[color=98fb98]“You’re [b]fluffy[/b]!”[/color]

Very fluffy, as the ruffling confirmed. Joseph – or Marken, he supposed, although they weren’t much different, managed to resist the urge to pet her any more after several seconds’ deliberation. It was obvious enough that the man was well-meaning, if also a bit of a dope.
Oh, and he had to agree to something again. He didn’t bother reading it, just skimming to the end and checking the usual boxes right away. No-one actually read terms and conditions, and until the day he accidentally gave away his soul or something, Joseph would remain a firm believer in the value of saving the time and effort.

He heard someone talking about a party. He’d definitely need to pick one once all of these guys got set up; merchant wasn’t a class that lent itself to working alone. For now, he decided to leave the poor tormented rabbit alone, whistling an out-of-tune melody to himself as he headed back to start looking through his cart. No harm in checking all his goods had made it through that weirdness.