my friends and i, we got a lot of problems (rp for ihatepuns)

[dagger_dagger_dagger]

The morning after returning to Emon and Vox Machnia is right back where it started. Sort of. They are, thankfully, not still in the Underdark and there's light, real light, spilling in from the window beyond the table and turning the remains of more than a dozen breakfast dishes from silver to gold, but the arguments have started again. Vax really isn't surprised, given the gravity of the situation, the Horn, whether or not they can trust Kima and her people, whether or not they can trust Allura for the same reasons, but they're all going around in circles, now, and anytime someone tries to step up, to say their idea is what they're going with, the end, the others shoot them down in unison. It's the only thing they can seem to agree on, really, and it's getting fucking tedious.

That in mind and despite the fact that he already unofficially excused himself from this conversation long ago, throwing the towel in on trying to be heard over the others, he shoots a sideways glance at Clarota. A glance turns into a thoughtful look, accompanied by a frown, a moment after that, and a moment after that, Vax focuses himself inwards, practically shouting in his own head, even if his only outwards tell is him vaguely tilting in Clarota's direction.

Hey, Noodles. If I think really loud, can you hear me?

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[ihatepuns]

Clarota manages to look apologetic again, too. He tilts his head a little at the pause, trying to pick that up without actually digging. He doesn't pry, though, just straightens again. Not often without great personal danger.

[glorious_goods]

"Nail on the head," Gilmore answers, surprisingly lightly all things considered. It's the best he can do to wave off that apology without actually waving him off. "But anyway. You ready to head upstairs?"

A beat.

"I promise the glyph won't trigger again." The trap he set was a one-time use sort of thing, like a mousetrap. He'll have to reset it, magically, before it works again.

[ihatepuns]

Clarota gestures. I'll follow you, he agrees, and he is planning to wait until Gilmore and Vax start out of the room before he stands up, considering his height and manner of movement are still not entirely natural. If he can avoid making Gilmore even more uncomfortable, he will.

[glorious_goods]

"Okay, then," he answers with a shrug, and that said, starts towards the door. If he looks back over his shoulder a few times, it's less because he's afraid that Clarota is going to ambush him (though, there is a lingering fear of that, there) and more to make sure their following. Vax is, and he glances back at Clarota, for the same reason.

[ihatepuns]

Clarota follows along after the two of them, doing his best to look nonthreatening. It probably doesn't work very well, considering he knows it's impossible for anyone to forget what he is, but he trusts Vax enough that he looks more relaxed, now, and less worried that Gilmore is going to be the one jumping him at some point.

[glorious_goods]

Gilmore copes. It helps that, sooner rather than later, they're upstairs, without incident, and now he has business to focus on. Business has always helped.

That in mind, as he ducks behind the counter that contains all of the jewelry he's enchanted, he relaxes entirely and almost improbably. He makes a sweeping gesture out over everything he has on display. "If I have anything that'll suit, it's probably going to be right here. Armor's ... not really the sort of thing that you enchant like that." Nor is he entirely sure he'd even have armor that would fit Clarota, given his size.

[ihatepuns]

Clarota can't imagine himself in armor anyway, and he tilts his head, looking over Gilmore's wares. Anything that will maintain this or a similar illusion when facing something like your glyph below will serve.

He'll let Gilmore actually try and sell him on one of them because he's really not choosy about this. Maybe if they had found robes first he would pick something complementary to those, but for now, he'll see what Gilmore actually suggests.

[glorious_goods]

"Well, that narrows it down," Gilmore starts, folding an arm over his chest so he can prop his other arm on it and fidget with the bead weaved into his beard. While he's still thinking, going over what he has on hand in his head, after a beat, he continues, "Most standard item enchantments have a tendency to kind of short circuit, when you hit them with dispel magic. It doesn't ruin the magic entirely, but it'd break the illusion for, say, twenty seconds or so, before it kicked back in."

"Which wouldn't be good," Vax decides, looking to Clarota.

"Which wouldn't be good," Gilmore repeats, distantly. "You're going to need something a little more ... " Trailing off, he continues to look thoughtful for a moment before refocusing his attentions on Clarota sharply. "How do you feel about rings?"

[ihatepuns]

Clarota glances at Vax and hums agreement, considering the speed with which their battles progressed. Twenty seconds can feel like a very long time.

I have no problem with them, he returns, subconsciously stretching his hands a little, and he actually sounds intrigued by the suggestion, mouth quirking faintly as he looks from the display back to Gilmore.

[glorious_goods]

"Okay," he drawls, attentions shifting off of Clarota again as he looks down at the case in front of him. When he doesn't seem to find what he's looking for immediately, he turns towards one of the other cases and looks that over, too. He makes a face, still nothing jumping out at him, apparently, and mutters something under his breath before ducking behind the counter entirely. He resurfaces a minute later with a long, narrow box, smooths a hand over the surface of it, seemingly deliberately, as he sets it down on the counter, and then cracks it open.

"Here we go," he decides, pulling a silver ring with a pink stone, banded in white out of the box. He holds it out to Clarota. "Try that."

[ihatepuns]

Clarota watches apparently impassively as Gilmore goes through his goods, tilting his head curiously when he reappears. He reaches out for the ring when Gilmore offers it, taking a moment to study it. It doesn't take him long to notice that there is magic on it, but he can't quite place it, either, and lacks anything to tell him. What is this enchanted with?

[glorious_goods]

"Illusion magic," Gilmore tells him. A shrug follows, and then, for clarification purposes, he adds, "Seeming, if you're familiar with the spell." Which is a step up from the spell Tiberius cast on him, the spell he recast.

[ihatepuns]

I'm not, Clarota admits, but he makes a mental note of it to look into. He's had an idea that there are more spells out there that he doesn't know about due to the taboo placed on his magic, but this is direct evidence. I assume this will stand up to most scrutiny.

He doesn't want to doubt Gilmore's expertise considering it's what he built his whole business around, but he's also wary.

[glorious_goods]

"It won't hide, say, how damn tall you are, but." But he doubts that'll be too much of a problem, considering how tall Grog is. As far as he knows, no one's really bothered him, beyond letting their gaze linger for a few seconds too long, just taking in the brick shithouse that is the Goliath. "Otherwise, you should be fine, yes."

A pause follows, a vaguely apologetic look cast in Vax's direction, and then he adds, "It's also not going to come cheap." He'll give them Vox Machina's standard discount, but well. He has a business to run, here. He can't go just giving things away.

[ihatepuns]

Clarota hums, amused by the comment on his height, considering he'd had the same concern when they first started into town, and then nods, satisfied.

He follows Gilmore's glance to Vax. I believe this is when we should have a word with your sister, yes?

[dagger_dagger_dagger]

"This is when we should have a word with my sister," Vax echoes. Taking a half-step forward, that said, hip pressed to the counter, he leans across it, reaching to put a hand on Gilmore's arm. "Think you could do us a favor and put a hold on that, Shaun?"

"It's not going anywhere," Gilmore promises.

"We'll be back in a bit, then," Vax answers, rocking back a step. And no, he's not going to ask how much it is, exactly, before they leave. He figures someone back home will have a guess, that his sister can tag along when they come back, if she wants to try and bring the price down and, most importantly, he doesn't want Clarota feeling bad, if it's truly outrageous. Which he imagines it is. "Ready, Noodles?"

[ihatepuns]

Clarota is likely to feel bad for whatever price they do eventually decide on, but for now, he glances at Vax to nod and then look back to Gilmore. Thank you. For your help.

And for not blasting him to smithereens on sight, but mostly for the help in making sure no one else jumps to the wrong conclusion and goes after him or causes the rest of the party grief because of what he is.

He looks to Vax again, then. Let's go.

[dagger_dagger_dagger]

Gilmore hums, nodding, and tries for a smile. He mostly manages.

Vax, meanwhile, repeats, "We'll be back," before turning to head for the door and the stairs down beyond it. He leads the way back out to the street, glancing back at Clarota several times to make sure he hasn't lost him, and when they're somewhere between Gilmore's and the Keep, he slows a little, so that he's walking with Clarota rather than leading him along.

He studies Clarota for a moment more, before, "How're you holding up?" He knows that encounter was, for lack of a better word and despite how much of an understatement it is, uncomfortable. He also knows it's his fault.

[ihatepuns]

Clarota follows along behind Vax as they head back for Greyskull - and when Vax slows, he almost floats into the back of him, adjusting so he falls into metaphorical step with the rogue. He also realizes he's been hunching forward, trying to camouflage his height, and he straightens again, now. This is still all very new. I'm sure I will.. get used to it, but for now, it's.. overwhelming.

He doesn't blame Vax for what happened at the shop, but it also didn't really help his culture shock.

[dagger_dagger_dagger]

"We're almost home, at least?" Vax posits, a ray of hope for Clarota. They'll need to go back, get his ring, but he and Vex can do that, if he's not feeling up to tagging along again, and they still need to go see Allura, but -- but okay, they'll probably have to bring Clarota along for that one, since it's Vox Machina business and he's part of the team, now, but. That can and probably will wait a few hours? Clarota will at least maybe have some time to recover.

[ihatepuns]

He also knows they need to find somewhere to get him clothing so he can stop borrowing from Tiberius, too, considering the dragonborn is shorter than Clarota and likely to want his clothing back eventually. He'll feel better about going out once he has a sturdier piece of magic to hide his nature, though.

He pauses a beat at Vax's answer before he lets out an amused hum. Home, he echoes thoughtfully. I suppose it is now, isn't it?

He doesn't actually seem bothered by that.

[dagger_dagger_dagger]

"Yeah," Vax confirms, nodding. "You might have to spend another night, playing sleepover with me, but ... " But he'll have someone clean out one of the guest rooms, sooner rather than later, so Clarota can have a place to call his own. "You're probably going to have to fight Tiberius for his lab space, though."

A beat.

"Or ask if you can share." Sadly, they don't have the room or the resources to add another work space onto the Keep. He's pretty sure Tiberius won't mind sharing, though. He'll be glad to have someone he can get excited over magic theory with, he thinks.

[ihatepuns]

Clarota's actually smiling a little, though he doesn't seem particularly aware of it. He likes the idea of home, though it's never been something he's experienced himself, only seen memories of.

He tilts his head to one side, considering. Sharing will not be a problem. I would like to compare knowledge with him anyway.

[dagger_dagger_dagger]

"I'm pretty sure Tibs won't mind, either," he begins, spitting out the thought he had just a moment before, regardless of whether or not Clarota might have already gotten it. "He'll appreciate having someone he can talk about magic to and who might actually follow."

Clarota might not have the experience that Tiberius does, but he still has magic. He's got a leg up on understanding anything more complicated the dragonborn might get into, as a result.

[ihatepuns]

Clarota did, actually, though he's trying to respect privacy and not blurt out things that aren't directly addressed to him. Now that Vax has said it, he nods. I'll do my best to keep up. I have a lot to learn from him.