[center][h1][color=00ced1][b]Boris[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[@Prima Luce]


	Boris opened his clapped hands, checking for the bacon like a child might check to see if he had caught a fly. But no, the rasher hit the mirror instead, and Boris turned his attention to follow. His wide-eye look of suspense quickly dropped when he saw the girl standing next to him in the mirror, replaced by a look of morbid confusion. He cast his eyes beside him to look for the girl who should have been standing beside him. She wasn't. He looked at the girls reflection in the mirror again, beside him, then back at the reflection. 

Boris had seen a lot of strange things in his life, and this was up there with some of the stranger ones, but it sure wasn't THE strangest thing. He figured there must have been a logical explanation to what was happening, but knew he wouldn't be smart enough to figure it out. He poked the mirror image of the girl to see if he could feel her. Nah, it was just a mirror.  

He sighed. 

Still, there was no sense in wasting good food. Plucking the Bacon from the mirror he chewed on it slowly while thinking really hard. The bacon tasted good, but the girl sure did look bad. Someone must have punched her a lot or something. Boris didn't really blame people for wanting to punch girls, well, older girls, not younger ones. Older girls were very mean a lot of the time, but younger girls were usually okay. He couldn't think of a reason why someone might want to beat up a child. They were just children, after all. After looking over the girls wounds, he had to wonder out loud:

"Did a mean person punch you in your private place? Boris can punch them back in their private place too if you want...."

The girl didn't answer his question, though. Instead, she showed Boris that she didn't have a tongue to answer. Then she lifted her arm and pointed at Boris. Then the drawer of the dresser opened up in a hurry. Then a small wooden box flew out of the drawer and landed on the dresser. This girl may have been hurt really bad, for which Boris felt sorry, but she sure did know how to use magic that Boris didn't know how to use. He wondered how she did that....

He looked at the box with a curios grin, like a child awaiting a prize, and despite her not having a tongue, he really wanted to ask anyway; 

"Is that for me, little miss?" 

Of course, Boris didn't get an answer from the tongueless girl, but he went ahead and took the box off the dresser anyway. He gave it a shake next to his ear, trying to figure out what might have been inside by the rattle it made. Whatever was inside made a dull sound. It sure was possible that rocks were inside. He could use them in his slingshot! Maybe the girl was giving him ammunition to hurt the people that hurt her. 

Wanting to know for sure, Boris pried open the box using just his thumbs and the lock broke away pretty easy. In the box he found a small cloth sack with some writing on it and three gold nuggets inside. He didn't know what the writing said, but it sure was nice of the girl to give Boris such valuable ammunition. Hurting the people who hurt her must have been very important. 

Boris bit his lip, thinking on the matter for a moment, then nodded at the girl, saying;

"It's okay, little miss. I think I understand. I'll get those people that hurt you bad. You don't need to worry at [i]all[/i]."    

As he finished Speaking, the girl disappeared and the window shutters slammed shut. Boris guessed their meeting was over, but he was a little disappointed that the girl didn't stay a little longer, he really wanted to draw her picture. But anyway, she was gone now, so he shoved the small sack with the gold in his backpack and - since he had finished breakfast, played a fun game of catch the bacon, and couldn't see any way to help the headless man or empty woman - he left the house. The door of the house was already opened for him, so that was nice.  

Boris had a little bounce in his step as he walked down the road towards the Bazaar. He had someone to help, and that was good! All he needed to do now was figure out how. Maybe some people at the Bazaar knew how to read.  

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 [center][color=000000][b][h1]Madison[/h1][/b][/color][/center]

[@Karkinos]



	Madison had slept in. She woke in her cabin after most of the other passengers had already disembarked at Trios. The lack of motion made her realize the ferry had docked, and the sound of her stomach grumbling made her realize she needed to find some food fast. She struggled to sit up on her bed, rested a moment, and then rocked back and forth a few times in order to get the momentum needed to stand up. 

Giving her nose a quick pick, she grabbed her bag from the table and opened the door to leave. She cussed loudly while pushing through the narrow door-frame and into the hallway that wasn't much wider. A sliding sound was heard as her hips and arms rubbed along both walls of the corridor. 

When she reached the deck, she shoved hard past a well-dressed lady in a small top hat (Oblivia Minot) without stopping to apologize, then walked a bit farther before stopping on the boarding plank. There she quickly survey what she could see of Trios. The plank creaked under the strain of her weight as she picked a lice from her hair and shoved it in her mouth. Chewing the lice, she grunted and barged through more people in her way, heading to the merchants that had set up stalls at the docks.  

She stopped at the nearest food stall and slammed a small, dirty copper coin on the counter. She looked over the few food items on display then grimaced at the stall holder. 

“I wan some meat, ya got meat? Maybe pastry or somefin?”