Jean Dreams

Gwen had an idea she found what she needed. Once more poor Gwen's in a mood and has been hold up at her home. She's been working on one thing or another trying to figure out how to make the poper gear to make Denim. Also the right mix of materials and the process there in. She's been distracte so distracted? Morri has manasged to get her into one of her outfits. It's a full ont bad 80s JRPG outfit. Gwen's working away not even thinking about that...she needs help.

There's something strange going on. But the buck stops here.

No, seriously, it does. Right on the kitchen counter. Because that's were Shiruba left the meat drops from a couple of deer she hunted down before coming back to the shop. She can't cook herself but making sure the people that have to feed these obsessed people have goods to cook with? She'd be a terrible hunter if she didn't!

"I just hope she doesn't make me regret helping find that ancient workshop," she occasionally mutters under her breath.

"It's not a matter of whether", Uta mutters back at Shiruba. "It's a matter of when and how."

For now, Uta is mostly keeping medical watch on the amazonian Sylph. Arms crossed, she stands at what she believes to be a safe distance, to avoid interering with Gwen's focus.

Gwen working away there muttering about someone called Levi and how he did it. Then she snaps a finger and starts franticly writying something down not aware of her basiclaly adopted sisters keeping watch on her.

"That's what worries me," Shiruba replies with a dry tone. Then looks down as something bumps against her leg. "Oh, hello Yojimbo." She crouches down to pick up the bun-bun, cradling him in one arm as she stands and idly petting. "Well at least Gwen has more than enough people to keep an eye on her while I'm busy."

"Busy? Busy with what?", asks Uta. scratching her head. "You going on adventures? Starting a bun-bun farm? Exploring some Secret of this World?"

Uta's eyes dart towards Gwen again, and she seems to pick something up. "Give me just a second... Gwen?", she asks, and selects the medical inspection command from her menu. Gloved finger held in the air, she reaches for the Sylph's back. "Don't move, I have to check your HP and if you have any status effect going..."

Gwen mutters "I'm busy but youy'll pester me till I relent fine juyst make it quick..." She mutters holding still letting Uta do their thing. Gwen is also out of it given her lack of reaction to a bunbun...Given her normal response is a desire to nuke it from orbit.

Shiruba has her pet Bun-bun perfectly trained thank you very much!... that and it's only one. They're dangerous in packs.

"I'm learning carving and woodworking from Kita," she explains to Uta while the latter is examining Gwen's medical state. "So I can make my own arrows or adjust my bow when I'm out in the field, and not have to wait to go to Miho or one of the other smiths when I get back into civilization. But as part of the training she has me helping her mend the housing and facilities they've put up around Tolbana for the refugees."

"HP's starting to get low. Usual stuff. Not yet at filth or famished level," she says, and takes a step back. "There, Gwen. See? Quick and harmless." She flicks her menu open, materializes her staff, and intones the aria that activates a simple Fairy Healing.

Tendrils of light dance on Uta's staff, and they coalesce into the focus gem, which cast a shimmering green beam of light on Gwen.

As the Sylph's HP recovers, Uta turns to Shiruba. "A solid plan. Self-sufficiency in the wilderness is a massive asset, especially these days. And I'm glad that you're helping the refugees. I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but... I feel a particular kinship with the people of Tolbana." She looks a bit down, and mumbles, "Even with the Adventurer Privilege, being a Spriggan around Landers is not always the most fun of experiences. And to think that these refugees don't even have that..." She trails off, and says nothing more.

Back to looking to Gwen she goes, instead. "Pros of Gwen like this: she'll probably be too busy with her project to get us to model."

"A lot of Tolbana's inhabitants are those that escaped Ezzo, so they know -exactly- how the people from Mac Anu and Eas feel," Shiruba replies with a nod, while still petting her bun's back. "So it's not a surprise that they'd be willing to help out people in a similar situation. But it's a lot more people than they planned on Tolbana handling so.. yeah. We've had to work on getting the infrastructure up to snuff to handle it."

Her tail flicks a few times. "Doesn't really matter. We'll probably end up stuff in whatever she comes up with at the end."

Gwen is looking up from her work for a moment "The Palace Lands would try to destroy all my work even this..." She mutters and thinks for a moment "We'll have to do something to break their ruler's wills to fight. Or I would suggest the slaying of each ruling house hold." She looks back at her work. Do not get between Gwen and her work it seems.

Uta turns to Shiruba with a smile, "Hey, it's denim. I mean, what's more harmless than a pair of jeans? Plain, simple, sturdy... nothing can really go wrong there." Uta's expression goes blank. "Unlike with Gwen and Morri's latest line of Dark and Mysterious Elegance. They even got a promotional event. Spriggan September." A shudder, where the shivers that ripple down her spine also flow all the way to the tip of her wings.

Uta keeps silent at Gwen's comment. "Oh, uh, don't... don't worry about that for now, Gwen. Haru and Tian are working on finding a way to remove the Crowns. There's strong hope there."

"Yeah. We can uncrown most of them, only got to destroy the ones that are actually at the source of this madness," Shiruba replies with her usual resolve over the matter, that only the ones that really deserve it should be punished. A lot of the enemy are really just enslaved soldiers themselves.

Gwen nods "Cut the head off the snake. Wait snake scale, no that wouldn't work. Why is this so ... just out of reach." She mutter scribbling down more nad looking to Uta. "Good, we can cut out their army from under them. Then we deal with the source of the cancer."

"Are the nobles the real head, tho'," Uta muses. "Remember what I found out about Naval Monte, and how its original name is Clustania. Loremastering that root city revaels that it is co-ruled by the Inheritor of Clustania. But we've never even heard of this figure. Only of Queen Laira Lorelei." She rubs her chin. "I wonder what we would find if we were to Loremaster other Root Cities..."

Stop. Sloooooooooow turning of her head, to look at Shiruba.

Gwen says "They did the deed regarless of if someone aided them? They will answer for what they did. Should their be a puppet master their threat will be cut." She notes and then seem ot get an idea as she starts to scribble down information. It seems Gwen has an idea.

Shiruba huffs softly as she rubs the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "I keep saying it's not that they shouldn't be punished, but it should be in appropriation to the crime. If we go and kill a bunch of the unwilling participants forced to fight of no will of their own, we're no better than the enemy is. The ones that we can get those damned crowns off of, and are willing to repent, should be allowed to do so." Then gives a slight shake of her head and mutters under her breath. "I don't know why I'm bothering to argue this right now, she's not even going to listen to anything that's not relevant to her extreme focus."

Maybe it's more Shiruba trying to reaffirm to herself?

A brow raises at Uta. "What?" She honestly only heard about half of what the Spriggan said.

Uta blinks at Shiruba. "Oh, didn't I tell you? I thought I had told everyone who came look for the Exploding Slimes. Remember that dazzling vista of Naval Monte? While we were walking back from the volcano, I innate-Loremastered the city from afar." She raises one finger, tilts her chin upwards, and and closes her eyes, quoting with a certain degree of academic solemnity, "The city of Naval Monte, formerly known as Clustania, once a private project of a scientifically minded Alv to reach beyond the grasp of the Cursed Wave, the project was abandoned in favor of a more succesful one. Now, it is the home of the Rosenheim Kingdom, and serves as an inpenetrable fortress, guided by its Queen and the Inheritor To Clustania." A pause. "Have you tried item-Loremastering the crowns, by the way? Because Innate-loremastering (and appraisng, apparently) them yields the following: 'Crown of Control - Though they all come in different shapes and sizes, the Crowns were created by Helba, the Queen of Darkness, in order to fight the Cursed Wave. They place the Kingdom's True Ruler's Wishes upon those who bear them, and empower them in their employ.'" She lowers her head slightly, furrows her brow, and leans towards Shiruba, imperceptibly. "Now, now, just who -is- the True Ruler of the Kingdom? Queen Laira Lorelei? This 'Inheritor To Clustania'? Someone else?" Silence. "Whoever it is, I think that the closer we get to this being, the closer we get to our puppetmaster."

Shiruba shakes her head. "I have not been close enough to one of the people in a situation that I could do so... It was risky enough Loremastering that summoning circle while trying to fend off the demonic gnoll. Trying to do it to a mind controlled Adventurer in battle would be a good way to get myself wacked." Pause. "And according to our enchanters working on it, the crowns break when they're removed without whatever special process they're trying to make so." A shrug. "At least they can't be reused, I guess."

A hand is gestured towards Uta. "And this is exactly what I mean about the answers we get tend to lead to more questions instead of solving anything... Though that phrasing." She cusps the fingers to her chin. "It almost sounds like the Queen was the ruler, and this 'Inheritor' was some manner of advisor. Or the real one in charge and the Queen was just a figurehead."