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[buriedvigil]

Sender: Anonymous, but signed as 'Gossip' on the bottom
To: Everyone
Subject: Helpful titbit

A place that dozen't ask for any coin, you'd think that'd be a beggar's haven! But findin' myself lacking reason to sell my wares, so feel fortunate you're gettin' the best gossip from Fresno Street for completely free here.

And I got here a bit that's an absolute smasher! Now, got ye eyes glued to the page?

[Since it's all reading now, it's definitely different from telling passer-bys on the street. It's okay, he'll adapt.]

Just between uz, saw a man throw a shoe directly at another fella! Straight from the ground to a treehouse and it knocked the guy clean over! Everyone talkin' about these dreamotion abilities, but I witnessed with my very eyes how effective a shoe can be.

Maybe we should all start practicin' that move. But if you wanna tell me an effective alternative, I got me eyes open. Ya know, in case I run outta shoes.


[Contrary to his icon, Vigil is dressed in a nice enough suit, the blue overtone matching the gloom that seems to surround the man. There's definitely an exhausted air to him as he stares up at the fruit hanging from the tree, because this is apparently his life now. And he thought the whole business back home was tiring...]

Exploding fruits.....

[Because it can't be normal fruits here, they have to explode if touched. So, the only way to get them down is through those abilities everyone's been using, but... he really hasn't been practicing that. He looks around to anyone that's also working on this task and he musters up some courage, before addressing the other person.]

I do apologize, but... are you familiar with these dreamotion abilities?

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sender: anonymous

[discourtesies]

[.........

You know, even expecting the most ridiculous of things to be posted in these journals, this still caught him by surprise.]

You've acquired a habit of stalking around in the dark now, have you?

[buriedvigil]

[Oh look it's the man that's the center of this gossip. It may say 'anonymous' but he can put two and two together.]

Just so happen to be in the area, got lucky on that one. What would you have me done? Look away? The lord gave me eyes for a reason.

[discourtesies]

[Look, he's not outing himself in public messages. He hasn't figured out private posting yet.]

"Lucky," is it?

[Yes! DON'T BEAR WITNESS TO HIS SHAME...]

Is this really the best you have to offer? [...] Though I suppose it's an improvement from the other day.

[buriedvigil]

Not every day you see a man with a good arm, tossin' that shoe and hitting the other square in the face. Story like that shouldn't be kept quiet.

[He sees how it is, the pale-faced Reaper is actually interested in gossip... just only the embarrassing kind. He can definitely work with that.]

Course not! Got more that'd swing right up your alley! But everythin' can't be free around here, need to hear somethin' in return.

Sender: Satan

[angelbirth]

Wouldn't rocks be just as effective and easier to replace?

[buriedvigil]

[Give Gossip a moment as he stares at the name. Well, he's spoken with a man nicknamed the 'Reaper,' so why not Satan as well.]

Guess if the rock's the size of a shoe. But could be hard just findin' a rock like that layin' around. What if it's just you and your shoes standin' in front of the reaper??

[angelbirth]

[ Gotta collect 'em all. ]

If I found myself standing in front of the Reaper, I'd be too busy focusing on enjoying my last few seconds alive. In other situations, though, I'd probably just keep a small rock on my person. If you're good at magic, you can cast a spell to make the rock pocket-sized until you need it, make it return to you no matter how far you throw it, etc.

You should always be as prepared as possible. Not that I'm saying being quick witted and coming up with a plan on the spot isn't worthwhile because it most certainly is, but if you're prepared, then any on-the-spot plans become instantly more feasible.

I guess you could cast a few spells on your shoes, though, if it absolutely must be a shoe you lob at someone.

[buriedvigil]

Just between uz, I'm no good at magic. Tried a few times with that dreamotion energy, but quickly found meself returnin' to what I'm good at. You know, the word of the street, the gossip of town.

[......]

Maybe I should be carryin' around an extra shoe with me. One to throw, one to put on and run. And I'm gonna let you on a little secret here, the fella that got conked by the shoe... he was the Reaper himself! So I'm ready to face his pale face if he crosses my patch.

Sender: L. Balsa

[allegedprisoner]

[ Nevermind the bit about the terrible gossip (it did sound horribly ridiculous to him) but Luca can't help but gawk at the sender's introduction. ]

With all due respect, sir or madam, don't you have better uses for your time than selling gossip on the street? I'm sure there are plenty of shopkeepers in the market looking for helpers, in this place at least.

[buriedvigil]

I'm somethin' of a legend back home, the finest pedlar of titbits in town. Can't stop what I'm known for just coz of bein' in a new patch. I'm even bein' generous here givin' this for free.

'Sides, we all got the time for a little gossip. Always wants to spread, from mouth to mouth.

[allegedprisoner]

[ Give him a few moments, he needs to process what he just read here. ]

Selling gossip is an incredibly odd profession. Why on earth did you decide to take it up?

[buriedvigil]

No onez got a mouth bigger than mine. Gotta use what I was created with and that's lettin' words fly out of these lips.

And I'll have you know that it keeps my belly full. People pay for these juicy titbits.

sender: emil

[enflame]

There's nothing 'just between us' about an open journal entry.

Are you watching everyone to try and scrounge up drama??

❰ which is fine, don't get him wrong...as long as he's not being watched. ❱

[buriedvigil]

Aye, just a matter of phrase. Gossip should spread, it wants to.

Even the best peddler of titbits can't be everywhere all the time. If youz got somethin', I got me listenin' ears on.

[enflame]

That's not especially strong gossip, by the way. If you're going around spreading business, at least tell me the best part of it all.

I want to know if there's a random lunatic throwing shoes at just anyone, or what this other person did to almost be murdered.

sender: susato mikotoba

[judicialassistant]

[ ......She's not sure how to feel about him bringing back Gossip. Surely that can't be mentally healthy for him, but it isn't as if she's a psychiatrist? Plus, this seems.......rather harmless. He doesn't even name anyone. He could've easily made it up. ]

It is amazing how much being caught unaware can set you back, isn't it.

[ and being slightly tipsy. ]

...Back to your old tricks, Mr Gossip?

[buriedvigil]

[There's a pang of guilt that develops in his chest when he sees just who is writing to him. Of course he knew that everyone would be able to read this, that was what he wanted, but guess Vigil never quite imagined how much he'd personally be affected.]

Gossip wants to spread, no way keepin' it down. Don't tell me you aren't the least bit interested.

[judicialassistant]

[ She is a 16 year old nosy girl. Of course she is interested, but it's not like she can readily admit that. ]

Fire also spreads, yet we have ways of dealing with that.

Just be careful... please?

sender: taishakuten

[shakra]

What if one ends up needing these shoes that one keeps throwing?

[buriedvigil]

I heard somethin' real useful lately. This dreamotion magic here... it allows uz to do almost anythin'.

It must be your real lucky day here, gettin' another piece from me. But let me say, you can create more shoes from this magic.

sender: basil

[photographists]

... Do people in your world really make a living by spreading gossip?

[buriedvigil]

Not to blow me own trumpet, but there's no finer pedlar of titbits from where I'm from. So can't speak for any of thouz beggars, but I make enough to keep spreadin' gossip every day.

Don't say you hasn't been the least interested in the bit I'm tellin'.

[photographists]

... No. I can't say that I'm fond of gossip myself. Besides, isn't it better to know that what you're telling others is really the truth?

Sender: Ryunosuke Naruhodo

[mychosenpath]

[Saw a--

Ohhhh nooooo.

And then as if seeing his crimes publicized wasn't bad enough there's the signature at the bottom. Oh no. Why does it feel like he can't catch a break lately?]

You didn't happen to get a good look at that man, did you?

[buriedvigil]

[He takes a small pause to read who the sender is. Ah, so this is the lawyer.]

'Course I did. Don't have two eyes for nothin', you know. Saw the whole scene play out, the young man tossin' his shoe straight at the towering figure that wuz staring down at all everyone from his lodging.

A sight like that shouldn't be kept quiet.