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Who: Schuldig and anyone.
What: Schu needs a few basics.
When: Once the arrival pains fade and the anger rises. Probably mid-afternoon.
Where: Wandering the village.
Summary: Schuldig's found out enough about what's going on that he hates the place already. Needing food, clothes, and a distraction is enough to force him out into the village, though.
Rating: PG-13, probably. Language and Schuldig being himself.

Schuldig wandered through the village with a faint, thoughtful frown. His attention was less on where he was going and more on the information he could glean from the minds around him. The layout of the village was easy to grab, and his first stop was to pick up some clothes. He preferred his own, but they didn't have wing-slits yet, so he settled for a random shirt that looked decent.

The fuss of manipulating his new wings to get the shirt on didn't improve his mood any.

So, the bastards behind all this were called the Malnosso, huh? Something to keep in mind, even if it was just so he knew who he was cursing at. Malnosso, Filial....the animals talk?! He was going to be pissed if that meant he could read their minds, too. People were more than enough fucking noise.

"Damn, this place really does suck."

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"You can say that again," chuckled Asellus, who was currently patching up a hole on her roof that had been there since the floods. Balanced precariously upon the thatching, her wings were extended to their full lengths for balance, indigo pinions gleaming in the sun. She usually wasn't one for eavesdropping, but the truth was that it was either overhear him talking or have him overhear her singing which, while not terrible, was not exactly the most melodious of voices. "You're new, I take it?" She'd taken a loose pair of white pants from the shop, and was now in the sundress they'd brought her here in and those pants, her shoulders and nose slightly sunburnt and her grin more than slightly amused.