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[hider=𖦭]STR [b][2][/b] | DEX [b][3][/b] | MAG [b][1][/b] | DEF [b][1][/b] | RES [b][1][/b] | AGI [b][3][/b] | LCK [b][4][/b]

[b]《 Luck of the Devil 》[/b]
[i]Fortune favours the foul. +3 LCK.[/i][/hider][sub][@Zeroth][@TheMushroomLord][@PKMNB0Y][/sub][/center]
[b]“Pointless question to ask,”[/b] the elf replied, taking the youth’s hand in a business-like shake. [b]“I died before the election was over.”[/b]

C proved himself to be the talkative sort, in the way that people who don’t get to talk too much are. Information flowed like a broken faucet outwards, based off of consumed media. LoTR was recognizable, at least, but he had the sense that he himself was not something akin to Tolkein’s elves, despite his heightened awareness of his surroundings, despite the curious intuition that told him that he and C both were aware of the dangling board hanging off the shack.

[b]“And yes, I can see that.”[/b]

The status report was reasonable enough, though his physical limits felt vague at the moment. He clenched and unclenched his fists, wondering what the numbers translated into, but no matter what, they seemed on the small side of things. And Luck? His surroundings did not appear to be that of a ‘fortunate’ one, unless it was for the better they were not immediately presented before the royalty of this world. Unless? No. It was [i]definitely[/i] for the better.

He stroked his chin still, a thumb grazing far-too smooth skin. Then, he stated the obvious.

[b]“So we need to leave after all. And trust that the ‘NPCs’ aren’t hostile when we ask things of them. Ok.”[/b] A shallow nod, then a turn towards slime that was once-more bound to the ground. [b]“And ‘add contact slime, C’.”[/b]

Without any further delay, he headed out the shelter, to, as C spoke before ‘get their bearings’.