Prompt 1:
 t’s a normal day in the Town – a little chilly, but otherwise sunny and relatively pleasant –which is what makes it all the more offensive that it’s once again up to no good.
This time?
It happens when you eat.
Eating anything red will cause you to grow – the more you eat, the more you grow. If you’re not careful, you could become absolutely massive. Eating anything blue will cause you to shrink – the more you eat, the more, again, you shrink. Don’t worry, though. Eating yellow foods will turn you back to normal.
Oh…and remember that foods aren’t always the colors you’re used to them being here.
Prompt 2:
t’s a good thing you’ve adjusted to the Town a bit! You’re probably wearing some of the classic peasant fashion that can be found and scavenged in the Town, whether for warmth or to give your poor regular clothes a break or because they’re covered in the blood of fairies… either way, here you are in some colorless, hideous grey peasant clothing of various types.
Which is why it’s all the worse when it suddenly has color again. Maybe it’s bright orange. Maybe it’s puce colored. Maybe it’s a horrifying mix of pink and purple. Either way, there’s no chance any of what you’re wearing matches.
You can definitely thank someone in the Town for this one.
Prompt 3:
 he quest sits proudly and simple on the quest post on the forum. It seems simple, too:
Quest 63
Retrieve a pair of fairy wings.
Requirements: Any two colors.
Surely you can manage that much! So off into the woods you go to find some fairies. Of course, they’re mean, nasty little buggers, full of various types of magic and tricks up their little fairy sleeves, so they won’t exactly be easy to take care of. But you finally manage. You’re victorious, and proudly have a defeated fairy in your hands.
… Yeah, of course you have to rip the wings off yourself if you want to bring them back. Anything less just won’t do. Gross.
This quest was way more trouble than it was worth.
Prompt 4:
he woods looms ominously over the Town pretty constantly… and that’s just something you have to get used to. But then, from the depths of the woods, in the darkness under the tree branches, there’s…a light. It’s a small, flickering light, as if from a lantern in the distance.
You…should go see what it is, right? There’s a strong, strong urge to do so. Maybe you think someone out there needs help. Maybe you think the person there has answers, or knows a way out.
Either way…the will-o-wisps will try to lure you deeply into the woods. Deeper, and deeper and deeper… until you slam right on into one of those golems, or banshees or hydras or many others. You can thank your fellow townspeople for their existence out there – but either way, they’re nasty and mean. Hopefully someone saw you wandering in there and followed to give you a hand, because chances are, you’ll need it.
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Magilou | Tales of Berseria
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Because suddenly he's bursting aloud into a fit of laughter. ] Ihihihi, yes, ah, yes...! Excellent idea!
[ Finally, some goddamn entertainment here! He couldn't ask for more! ] But until you find the rest of your troupe, a one-woman-act isn't anything to discount! [ Continue. Please. ]
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Ah, a patron! Finally someone recognizes the beauty of my calamitous cabaret! Some people prefer to keep their excitement tempered. How tragic. [ Take all the people passing her by, for instance; there's probably more than a few who are just Used To This Garbage™. ] You're right. Discounts are against company policy, and we have to keep a consistent record.
Seems like my troupe hasn't arrived yet. They've always been a bunch of slackers, and fond of shirking their duty. It's a difficult world out there for the entertainers these days. But you seem to be quite cultured in comedy to know a good act when you see one, no?
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[ He flaps an arm, wherein his overly large sleeve flaps over his hand with it like a flag. Laughter is, quite literally, what many others use to pay him as well. ] And why yes, you can call me a connoisseur of sorts. Comedy is a fine, fine art, for which only a select few have the aptitude.. and the taste, I might add.
You are quite lucky to have it!
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[ At this, she shrugs, her plastered-on smile slipping to a more duplicitous grin. This place is probably the bleakest she's been in, literally speaking, but that's okay. Her colors stand out brighter than anything else would have, even if everything was right with this town. It's driven at least one person to her, so that's a good sign. ]
So what kind of acts do you normally check up on, Sir Connoisseur? The great Magilou simply must know any competition she might be facing, after all.
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All sorts, all sorts! [ Another chuckle escapes him, and he continues. ] I'm quite fond of absurdist comedy, the more bizarre and outrageous, the better. Then there is the straight-man-wise-man act; it is a classic in the making! Then of course puns. Any and all puns, I'm not picky, you see, so long as they work, and then there's...
[ He'll be rambling off now on all his favorite comedy routines, pretty much, ending with: ] Why, so long as the jokes are, ah, executed well, I'm not picky. Not picky at all. [ But he will tip his top hat to her. ] Aah, what a blessing indeed, to be in the presence of a professional comedian.
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[ That's not a bad idea, actually. She's pretty keen on hearing about his idea of comedy, since comedy truly is world-renowned. (And it's nice that someone appreciates her act, instead of just going along with it.) ]
Tell you what. I'll give you a real sweet deal. The best seat in the house for our first shindig, and you tell me about any rival troupes you may have heard of. I'm thinking of putting on a theater show about puns, but it'd be a play on words far too extraordinary for your garden-variety humorist. I can't have people stealing my material!
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With her flag, she smacks the hydra back with a surprising amount of force. ]
If you need to run, please do!
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[ Magilou puts on the waterworks, keeping her overdramatic showmanship going. Not that this is really the time for it--the hydra sure is pissed, even if Jeanne has it handled--but the show must go on. And after that show of force, she's pretty curious as to how strong her savior might be.
She ends up huddling behind Jeanne, using her back as a cover. ]
Seriously, you gave that thing quite a beating. You make a habit of rescuing innocent folks? [ Not that she's exactly the most innocent person around, for a lot of things, but details, details. ]
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[ She can tell the waterworks are mostly for drama. She opens her mouth to say something, but the hydra attacks. With well-practiced swings, she blocks and parries every head.
With the pointy end of the pole arm, she lands a crack in crystal hide(?). ]
You do not seem wicked to me.
[ She does not judge a book for its cover, but everyone is always innocent until proven guilty. ]
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Before she would have just run away and screeched about something cursed or whatever, but this? Now she has to stick around to see what's going to happen next. Not that she's interested or anything--she's not interested in very much at all, really--but it's killing an afternoon. And a hydra, by the by.
Hearing that Jeanne believes in her innocence is pretty amusing. It brings a small, wicked grin to her face, dashed not a moment later by the hydra's warning cries once again. ]
Oh, I don't seem wicked to you? I'll have to work on my image. Witches shouldn't project a veneer of innocence. We're a curious bunch made in the shadows.
...Of course, it'd be easier to explain if my dear familiar hadn't betrayed me again. But as it is, I'm your majestic moral support. [ So good luck with that! ]
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She speaks once it doesn't look like its heads will come back. ]
Even if you say you shouldn't be innocent, it does not mean you can't be. Would someone so wicked and sunken in shadows stay to be moral support? I am not one to judge someone simply because someone said that is how it should be.
[ If she sat back and did as people said that's how it should be, she wouldn't have left her home at the age of 17. Crystal heads fall and shatter on the ground.
Whether or not Magilous is innocent is not the issue. It is that she has not done anything that Jeanne feels must be stopped. People full of darkness and rage can ask for forgiveness or salvation. The wicked can ask for help. There is nothing wrong in that. ]
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[ A long time ago, perhaps, she would have believed in the inherent value of acting on good will, but "good will" isn't something she has much faith in any longer. She's not used to being in the presence of someone who thinks she could be a good person!! Jeanne saying she'll judge people on her own merits, rather than sit back and accept the common opinion of authority is something Magilou can actually respect. Living undaunted by what the world might throw in her way, rather than sit back and take the hits... At the very least, she's curious as to where this could go.
The odd hydra heads start to splinter, scattering on the ground like glass. Magilou crouches to pick up one of the shards. It's clear crystal all the way through. Hmm. It doesn't look like it's trying to reform, at least. ]
"Moral support" was just a magnanimous way of saying I didn't feel like helping, you know. I'm still a witch, for whom the world is but a plaything! If that doesn't cast a shadow, what else does?
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Better, worse, who cares? Strength is all that matters. If these creatures are a nuisance, it makes sense to eliminate them.
[ Civilians are one thing, a bunch of fairies are another, especially when magical creatures were nothing but trouble in her time. Fairies might not compare to dragons or giants, but they're still troublemakers. ]
And your 'warning' isn't much of one at all. What sort of moron stands around uttering vague portents at passers-by? It's as if you're hoping for people to fail.
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[ All Magilou does is shrug at the accusation, a blithe smile on her face. The lives of a few fairies are no concern to her, but who knows what curses might befell some people as a result? She's finding it hard to care either way, but it's amusing to catch a few people off guard and get them to think of their actions. ]
I don't care one way or another whether people fail or not. It's no skin off my hide if a fairy loses its wings, either. But I bet there are some in this town that aren't aware of the famous fairy curses.
[ ...Not that she knows if these fairies have curses or anything, but better safe than sorry?? Or at least, better to mess with any passerby than let an opportunity slip by. ]
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[the consequence of this is that she's still dressed in drab gray when Magilou's bright pop of (contrasting) color catches her attention. she stops to watch, gently flicking a monochrome piece of confetti from her nose, before she comments casually]
Oh? Renowned the world over? Well, I've never heard of you.
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What a sad, tragic existence you must have been living to not know the glory of the magnificent Magilou's mirth manufactory! It's enough to bring a tear to my famously even expression!
[ Indeed, here comes a single tear from her eye, wiped away with much too obvious a flourish to be anything but a farce. ]
Since your colors are sadly still missing-in-action, I think you could stand for a bit of excitement in your life.
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[Judith folds her arms as she speaks, offering Magilou a serene smile. she is seeming unfazed by these dramatics. and, if anything, she's probably lightly amused as well]
What kind of excitement does your magnificent troupe offer? I'm a very picky woman.
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[ Time for a little taste of what a witch can do! Her confetti might be gone, but she can still pull some tricks from her sleeves (drab as they may be). Magilou throws her hands to the side, then brings them together in a clap. When she pulls them apart again, two doves come flying from behind her and out. ]
Magic, comedy, fortune telling--Magilou's Menagerie is your one stop shop for amusement and bemusement! [ She gazes after the doves she released as they fly away. They're, uh... They're not coming back, but oh well. ] Lesser witches would tell you that their tricks are illusions, but mine are the genuine article. If I had my troupe with me, you'd see the diverse backgrounds my cohorts have come from to succeed in the art of comedy, but they're all a bunch of shirkers. [ Okay, that's harsh, but positive emotions are hard. ]
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A jack of all trades and master of none? I see!
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It's truly a shame your cohorts are nowhere to be seen, either. I'm certain laziness is frowned upon in the business of show.
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[ Not that she was convinced for even a second. There are a couple of fairies in Aldina Plains who would probably be surprised to hear that, too. Point being, it's pretty obvious that Magilou has some sort of game, here; Velvet's never once known her to act without some kind of ulterior motive, even if it's simply a chance to stir the pot. For all she doesn't know about Magilou, she'd like to think she has a pretty solid grasp on that part of her personality. No reason why that should change with their new...circumstances, as it were.
Hell, the more time she spends here, the more she feels like this place was made for Magilou, like some kind of fever dream come to life. Between the odd colors, the fashion, the food, everything about this is a mess-- ]
Afraid there won't be enough wings left for you?
[ Not that she knows why Magilou would want to start hoarding fairy wings, but, hey, she's seen her pocket stranger things. Maybe she'll stick them in some kind of cauldron. Toil and trouble, indeed... ]
!!! HELLO...
[ Okay, it's probably not all that frigid a look, but let her have this. Velvet's right, of course--she's not exactly worried about the fairies (though she is a witch, and some witches have been known to have sympathy for their spell ingredients). She's just fond of making someone second-guess their actions and giving cryptic warnings. Especially when that someone is a daemon ripe for the teasing.
Magilou gives that all-too-common smirk of her own, of course, just to poke the beast. She leans against the quest board without a care in the world. ]
And after all the trouble I've gone through to make sure you'd have a midday snack. [ Daemons can live on an all-fairy diet, right? ]
hello to you too!! she's such a shit i love it...
[ Velvet has to wonder what she did to deserve all of this. To be stuck here with Magilou, surely she must have bothered those Empyreans just a bit too hard. That annoying smile of hers has a way of getting under her skin like nothing else does, and she can't help but grumble and turn away from it; normally, she'd at least have Rokurou or Eizen to act as a buffer, but here, she's afforded no such luxury. Good grief. ]
If you have nothing better to do than stand here and bother people, you can at least make yourself useful and come along. No slacking.
[ While she hardly wants to play babysitter or be Magilou's keeper, it's a bit easier to make sure she stays out of trouble if she sticks close to her. In a way, she can't help but feel like Magilou is her responsibility. The townspeople hardly deserve the torment, after all. ]
i'm so sorry velvet is stuck alone with this agent of chaos
It doesn't mean she won't keep going, though. Let her get one more zinger in and then she'll maybe play nice. ]
Oho, did I touch a nerve already? [ She's about three seconds away from busting out a dove joke. Three, two... ] I didn't even have to add on the coo, coos this time. [ She's so proud of that one. So proud, in fact, that she starts bracing herself for a smack or a shove. ]
But since you asked so nicely, I'll be magnanimous and tag along if you really want me to. Or even if you don't want me to. Every dinner deserves a show, after all. Off to the forest we go!
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[ The instant Magilou lets her little pigeon cries slip out, Velvet instantly feels her face heat up and clenches her bandaged hand into a fist. She should be used to this by now, she reminds herself, but even so, every joke Magilou makes at her expense puts her right on the brink of a frenzy, even if it's just for a split second.
...Still, even though Magilou deserves a biff for that one, Velvet won't give her the satisfaction of a strike upside the head. Besides, there's no way she could hit her in good conscience, not when she's preparing for it like this.
Maybe when she doesn't expect it. ]
Anyway, it won't be much of a show. You and I both know we can take care of fairies in our sleep. The faster we handle the problem, though, the quicker we might get some answers.
[ It's...kind of the only lead they have, at this point. ]
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