ten breaks of the stone

[craggyfaced]

This carnival reminds me of the Mournish back home. So much food and colorful amusements, though they did not have all these machines. Perhaps they will someday. They are...a resourceful people.

If you wish to partake, I recommend moderation. Some of these foods look...dangerous.

[Away from the murderer and any of his allies]

I may also remind you all that there is a murderer still on the loose in this city. A large amount of people may prove an opportunity for the fiend to locate another victim. Large crowds can be more of a blind than a boon.

Has there yet been any clue as to the perpetrator? Perhaps it would help to compile any evidence and come to a plan.

[Despite his warning, the knight is wandering along the edge of the carnival grounds, gazing at the food carts with a solemn but subtly interested look in his eyes]

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dictated

[psych0p0mps]

they still dont know who did it?

[She doesn't sound worried or anything, though. Just passing curiosity.]

filter; dictated

[craggyfaced]

Not to my knowledge.

filterdictated forevs

[psych0p0mps]

hmm id say im surprised but im not really
oh well
if i was them i wouldnt strike at the fair though
i mean theres a lot of witnesses

[craggyfaced]

True, but a large group can also cause chaos. Sometimes the most present dangers are the one that lurk amongst you.

[doublethefun]

[and under a tree, away from the main hubbub of the carnival, lies an unusually unadorned pony princess. Judging from the huge stuffed (midnight blue) bear she's currently resting her head on, she's not too bad at these games.

Oh and it looks like she's about to doze off.]

[craggyfaced]

[approaching cautiously]

Your Highess?

[doublethefun]

[those ears flick up at the sound of his voice, though it's a few seconds before she lifts her head up. She hides a yawn and gives a shake of her head in an attempt to rouse herself. This is what happens when you stay up alllll night.]

Hello, Sir Durge.

[craggyfaced]

Are you well, my lady? Was it the food?

[doublethefun]

[there's a blink and then a quiet laugh]

Nay, I am afraid I have yet to find the courage to taste those treats. Instead, I have simply fallen into the habit of napping throughout the day.

[craggyfaced]

I see... [He scratches his chin]

It seems you were profitable elsewhere, however...

[doublethefun]

[hee. She grins and rubs the head of the stuffed star bear with a hoof.]

These games are quite easy once one graspeth the nuances.

[craggyfaced]

[He tilted his head] I am not sure what sort nuances you mean.

[doublethefun]

[yeah, she's just being wordy on purpose. She knows it too.]

The type wherein one doth attempt the same task o'er and o'er again 'til one finally procureth one's goals.

[it's the stubborn sort of nuance, apparently]

[craggyfaced]

You mean...persistence, my lady?

[doublethefun]

That as well, my good sir. [she waves a hoof at him. Nuances too, though! Subtly changing trajectory or strength or tactics. Doing the exact same thing again and again and expecting different results wouldn't win her that bear.

Though she deflates a bit when she's reminded of her lack of sparkly silver horseshoes (and other adornments.)]

Persistence may be key, as thou hast said. [he gets a slightly hopeful look] Hast thou seen mine regalia?

[craggyfaced]

[It takes him a moment to register the lack of her usual jewels]

I have not. Why? ...Was it stolen?

[doublethefun]

[darn. Those ears droop a bit.]

I am uncertain. I honestly do not believe I have misplaced them, but I also do not see any reason why anypony else would wish to possess them. They have no magical properties [other than the inherent sparkles] and their value is mostly historical.

[ponies seem to see jewelry more as decoration than as having an inherent monetary value in and of itself - i.e. go outside and dig around and voila, you can start your very own gem cache!]

[craggyfaced]

[He looks slightly sympathetic at that news]

Ah, but they would seem a treasure to many, my lady. I will keep an eye out for them, if you like.

[catsong]

They haven't caught that person yet?

[craggyfaced]

If they have I have not heard of it.

[catsong]

That's rather odd... I mean, there are so many people here with amazing powers.

[craggyfaced]

Power does not solve everything, young Konoe.

You are you faring?

[catsong]

That's true... but I hope it might help a little, at least.

Ah, I'm okay. How are you doing?

[craggyfaced]

I am well enough.

It's fortunate you replied, Konoe. I wished to ask a favor of you. I am going to be going with the expedition team in a few days, and I hoped to find someone to keep an eye on Miss Maudie.

[catsong]

That's good to hear.

...ah, a favor of me? If I can help you in any way, of course! Who is Miss Maudie?

[craggyfaced]

She is...a pet, I guess you would say. A creature called a Pokemon that came back with me when the castle took us to another world. She resembles a cat...you may like her...

[catsong]

Oh, I've seen some of those colorful animals around...

[There's a pause.]

She looks like a cat? I'd be honored to look after her.

[craggyfaced]

I am sorry for imposition.

My room is number 1715. Most everything you require will be there. I will attempt to provide a supply enough food for the week for her. She is very...temperamental...about what she will accept.