B. [The mission is one of tedium, but that can't be helped. Being of low rank is still new and exciting to Dio, and yes: he did sign up for this specific mission intentionally. It gives him liberty to do whatever he wants, for the most part, which he's probably said to whoever's with him at least once on the way out here.
Currently he is lying in the grass, looking for all the world like he was born to lie in the grass next to a cucumber patch. He isn't tired, though, and after a spot of idle humming he sits up suddenly, with an excited Oh! and a point up into the sky.]
Shooting star!
[He laughs, then flops back down with both his arms raised, making a frame with his hands around some more stationary stars. The next time he speaks it's most definitely to his favorite new partner:]
Don't you love a clear sky?
D. [Check out Ironwall, they said. It's fantastic, they said. But somehow Dio's wandered into Nickelhollow and, wow, it's pretty rough around the edges here. He isn't exactly worried for his safety as he wanders the streets, occasionally stopping to get very excited about something strange being peddled by a nearby seller and then moving on without buying anything.
Tiring of that, he finds a tall wooden something, presumably a something that transports something else, to climb on top of and perch there, watching the crowd below. The market is starting to lose its charm already, and he's thinking about maybe making his way back to Ironwall to properly judge just how fantastic it is when he spots some shady behavior out of the corner of his eye.
Which is why you, the passerby, are suddenly tapped on the shoulder, and when you turn around you'll meet Dio, hanging upside down from the top of his crate-thing, holding something that's decidedly yours and pointing at someone else's retreating back.]
dio eraclea ♦ last exile
[The mission is one of tedium, but that can't be helped. Being of low rank is still new and exciting to Dio, and yes: he did sign up for this specific mission intentionally. It gives him liberty to do whatever he wants, for the most part, which he's probably said to whoever's with him at least once on the way out here.
Currently he is lying in the grass, looking for all the world like he was born to lie in the grass next to a cucumber patch. He isn't tired, though, and after a spot of idle humming he sits up suddenly, with an excited Oh! and a point up into the sky.]
Shooting star!
[He laughs, then flops back down with both his arms raised, making a frame with his hands around some more stationary stars. The next time he speaks it's most definitely to his favorite new partner:]
Don't you love a clear sky?
D.
[Check out Ironwall, they said. It's fantastic, they said. But somehow Dio's wandered into Nickelhollow and, wow, it's pretty rough around the edges here. He isn't exactly worried for his safety as he wanders the streets, occasionally stopping to get very excited about something strange being peddled by a nearby seller and then moving on without buying anything.
Tiring of that, he finds a tall wooden something, presumably a something that transports something else, to climb on top of and perch there, watching the crowd below. The market is starting to lose its charm already, and he's thinking about maybe making his way back to Ironwall to properly judge just how fantastic it is when he spots some shady behavior out of the corner of his eye.
Which is why you, the passerby, are suddenly tapped on the shoulder, and when you turn around you'll meet Dio, hanging upside down from the top of his crate-thing, holding something that's decidedly yours and pointing at someone else's retreating back.]
That guy just robbed you!