You hungry? Is that it? Poor guy...here you go. Eat up!
[ RHYS DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT YOUR TAIL SEX KINK OK he's talking to the sweet lil scottie in front of him right now, and when he jumps up like that Rhys laughs and is totally fooled by that adorable display. He hands one of them right over and starts trying to pet him from head to haunch, ear scritches and everything.
YOU GONNA LET HIM he did totally feed you just now Mephi ]
[YES FREE FOOD SCORE-- god has he really sunk to this level... hopefully no one he knows recognizes him. For now he just happily munches down on that piece of meat, and will probably beg for more once it's down.]
[And yes... he's so gonna let himself get petted. Of course, while none of the wounds on his real body are visible like this, he can still feel how much they ache -- making those gentle pats and scritches feel pretty damn good right now, really. He might even... do the leg-kick thing if he gets that spot right behind one of his ears...]
[ That's okay Rhys is a huge loser when it comes to normal animals that won't kill him horrifically when he gets near them. And just because that name tag said he liked having his tail touched Rhys is totally going to pat that a few times and scratch at its base.
While giving him his second...skewer... So he gives him everything basically. And definitely finds that spot behind his ears, and that leg kicking just makes him want to rub his stupid fluffy belly now. How dare you be an adorable dog?? ]
[OKAY HE MIGHT... try to pull away from that, because it's just a little Too Weird™ for him, even as a dog. But his tail aside, sure, he'll flop on his side and accept those belly rubs and--]
[Oh, wait. The food is gone.]
[TIME TO GO]
[Without warning, the puppydog abruptly stands, turns, and starts to dart away through the nearby crowd!]
[ He's going to buy another skewer 8'( and then go back to his shift at work in the marketplace because he doesn't get the day off like you recently-arrived unemployed bums!!
Also Rhys sucks at running even without a crowd to navigate to so it's probably best he didn't try chasing him. ]
[Well then! Around the end of his shift, he's going to be in for a treat. As the marketplace starts closing up for the night, and when some of the bigger, expensive items need to be carefully moved back into storage, he'll be informed that tonight he has a helper! With all the new arrivals coming in right now, his boss has been putting out three times as much as he could hope to sell to a bunch of freeloaders -- so it's probably welcome news!]
[Though he might be a little confused when he sees the man his boss chose for the job -- a thin, older man who probably doesn't even look strong enough to push pencils, let alone heavy furniture and other goods.]
[ Oh man you have no idea how much Rhys is relieved to hear he'll have actual help on his shift with the increased workload. He is not the most physically fit dude and having to move box after box and supply crate after supply crate has really started to wind him after the first one
He's expecting someone like Magnus--big, burly, with muscle to spare. What he gets is...an...elf? He thinks? He's not the pointed hears, but it's the fist time he's seen one with facial hair and Rhys isn't sure what to make of his get-up.
He also definitely doesn't look strong, and after a moment of staring Rhys nods slowly. ]
[ The name does ping him a little--but oddly not because of the dog? But because hearing "Mephistopheles" broken up into two names sounds like some sort of really bad pun and he isn't sure if this guy is being serious with that.
But he did say Rhys's name right first-try. So. ]
Oh...uh, yeah no that sounds good. Did he fill you in on where to put stuff and what he wants moved yet?
Oh, more or less. All the small trinkets laid out in the north end, and the larger, uncovered antiques in the south, yes?
[The difference between easy but very tedious labor that could easily take over an hour just to pack everything into boxes, and physically strenuous but much faster labor that could be done in under an hour.]
[He brings a hand to chin, looking down at Rhys as if sizing him up.]
Well! For a strapping young man like yourself, perhaps starting on the south side would be best? And whoever finishes first can simply come help the other finish up.
[...which totally sounds like he's guaranteeing that he won't have to lift anything heavy, huh.]
[ ...Well at least he called him "strapping." That's a compliment right? But Rhys totally sees what he's doing here and lifts a skeptical, suspicious brow. ]
Orrr could work both rooms together and help one another lift the heavy stuff.
[ YOU WOULD BE SURPRISED HOW WEAK THIS MAN IS MEPHISTO like it's embarrassing beyond all reason. ]
Hmm... if you're so certain you need the help, then we can do it your way. But I still believe we could get the job done in half the time if we were to split up.
[ Rhys assumes Mephisto means...helping him with the crates? Or providing direction as his senior at this shop. It sounds weird to his ears but he's trying to rationalize here okay. He lifts a brow and looks appropriately skeptical as he trails along after the man. ]
[I mean, what kind of person would assume he's talking about when he was a dog?? He'd probably find it weirder if that was were his mind jumped to now when his name hadn't tipped him off earlier.]
[The north end of the shop is mostly tables with fine jewelry, cutlery, china, and other knickknacks set out on display. The finer things needs to be carefully wrapped and stored in the boxes before being moved, making it a pretty annoying task for just one person. But with two of them-- no, with Mephisto, this should be a simple job.]
Now then, where shall we start... ah, I know!
[And he snaps his fingers--]
[And the boxes, which were nicely stored under neath the tables, suddenly begin to float out from under them, finding a nice spot to settle on the ground as they open up on their own.]
[ No really, holy shit Mephisto just Merlin'd the shit out of those wares. Rhys could not stare harder, mouth agape in bewilderment as he watches as cabinets open and fill themselves with supplies, items sort and divvy without being touched, and the whole room just...comes together.
When Rhys turns to Mephisto it is with awe as he blurts out: ]
Oh, I'm glad you noticed! And here I thought it would have been obvious beforehand!
[You know, since he was a dog before -- still going to act like he's not keeping that a secret, even though it's clear Rhys doesn't realize it yet.]
Ah, but do keep this between us, yes? This is only a temporary job for me, after all. I'd hate to be conscripted into a glorified assembly line for my abilities were word to get out what I'm capable of.
[ no he doesn't, he's just excited to see magic and he's certain this guy must be some sort of wizard-elf now which is just....the coolest. Maybe this is like that one book series--the weird old man trains the lone nerd and he becomes the world's Hero and the archmage he was Destined To Be.
...Or it's just some guy who does magic working at a merchant's shop. Either way. ]
[Yeah, that's right, he's a super cool elf magician. Clearly right up Rhys' alley.]
[But what might be more impressive is that he doesn't even look as though he's paying attention -- and yet everything is sorted and wrapped properly, packed into boxes and set into stacks to be carted to the back. He is paying attention of course, but he's pretty good at not showing it. Gotta look as cool as possible ok ok.]
But even this is only a fraction of what I'm capable of! Why, you've already seen one of my other abilities first hand, yes?
[ Nope, Rhys is totally lost there. But it does prompt him to turn and look around the room as if there's something he missed here. Nothing looks any more magical than the room setting itself up though, and Rhys turns back to Mephisto with a confused expression. ]
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[ RHYS DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT YOUR TAIL SEX KINK OK he's talking to the sweet lil scottie in front of him right now, and when he jumps up like that Rhys laughs and is totally fooled by that adorable display. He hands one of them right over and starts trying to pet him from head to haunch, ear scritches and everything.
YOU GONNA LET HIM he did totally feed you just now Mephi ]
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[And yes... he's so gonna let himself get petted. Of course, while none of the wounds on his real body are visible like this, he can still feel how much they ache -- making those gentle pats and scritches feel pretty damn good right now, really. He might even... do the leg-kick thing if he gets that spot right behind one of his ears...]
[He's a little too shameless tbh.]
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While giving him his second...skewer... So he gives him everything basically. And definitely finds that spot behind his ears, and that leg kicking just makes him want to rub his stupid fluffy belly now. How dare you be an adorable dog?? ]
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[Oh, wait. The food is gone.]
[TIME TO GO]
[Without warning, the puppydog abruptly stands, turns, and starts to dart away through the nearby crowd!]
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[ U LITTLE FUK )8 he loved you................. ]
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[But that's fine. Where's Rhys off to next? They might just cross paths again... B) ]
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Also Rhys sucks at running even without a crowd to navigate to so it's probably best he didn't try chasing him. ]
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[Though he might be a little confused when he sees the man his boss chose for the job -- a thin, older man who probably doesn't even look strong enough to push pencils, let alone heavy furniture and other goods.]
Oh, so you're the one I'll be working with today!
[Heh]
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after the first oneHe's expecting someone like Magnus--big, burly, with muscle to spare. What he gets is...an...elf? He thinks? He's not the pointed hears, but it's the fist time he's seen one with facial hair and Rhys isn't sure what to make of his get-up.
He also definitely doesn't look strong, and after a moment of staring Rhys nods slowly. ]
Uhh...yeah. I'm Rhys. You're...help?
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[Boy that sure is a weird coincidence! But he's not giving him much time to ponder it, quickly turning to their work.]
Now then, where shall you have me get started? I'd hate to get in your way, after all... shall we divide the work in half?
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But he did say Rhys's name right first-try. So. ]
Oh...uh, yeah no that sounds good. Did he fill you in on where to put stuff and what he wants moved yet?
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Oh, more or less. All the small trinkets laid out in the north end, and the larger, uncovered antiques in the south, yes?
[The difference between easy but very tedious labor that could easily take over an hour just to pack everything into boxes, and physically strenuous but much faster labor that could be done in under an hour.]
[He brings a hand to chin, looking down at Rhys as if sizing him up.]
Well! For a strapping young man like yourself, perhaps starting on the south side would be best? And whoever finishes first can simply come help the other finish up.
[...which totally sounds like he's guaranteeing that he won't have to lift anything heavy, huh.]
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Orrr could work both rooms together and help one another lift the heavy stuff.
[ YOU WOULD BE SURPRISED HOW WEAK THIS MAN IS MEPHISTO like it's embarrassing beyond all reason. ]
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Why-- I'd even wager today's pay on it!
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[ ...wait no he just insulted himself didn't he. WHATEVER ]
Let me tell you, carrying stuff? Not my strong suit. I will definitely lose that bet.
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Ohh? Am I?
Or are you perhaps underestimating me?
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What, you have a trick knee or slipped disk you're not sharing? Because I suck at physical labour like...a lot.
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And yet you're here working in a place like this? Surely you must not be giving yourself enough credit!
[Either way, he can tell he's not getting anywhere with this, and starts walking towards the north end -- motioning for him to follow.]
But I suppose if you're going to insist we work together... then I'll just have to show you my little secret.
I suppose it's the least I can do after what you've done for me, after all!
[H e h]
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[ Rhys assumes Mephisto means...helping him with the crates? Or providing direction as his senior at this shop. It sounds weird to his ears but he's trying to rationalize here okay. He lifts a brow and looks appropriately skeptical as he trails along after the man. ]
Trust me. It'll go faster this way.
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[The north end of the shop is mostly tables with fine jewelry, cutlery, china, and other knickknacks set out on display. The finer things needs to be carefully wrapped and stored in the boxes before being moved, making it a pretty annoying task for just one person. But with two of them-- no, with Mephisto, this should be a simple job.]
Now then, where shall we start... ah, I know!
[And he snaps his fingers--]
[And the boxes, which were nicely stored under neath the tables, suddenly begin to float out from under them, finding a nice spot to settle on the ground as they open up on their own.]
[...this is totally normal, right?]
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[ No really, holy shit Mephisto just Merlin'd the shit out of those wares. Rhys could not stare harder, mouth agape in bewilderment as he watches as cabinets open and fill themselves with supplies, items sort and divvy without being touched, and the whole room just...comes together.
When Rhys turns to Mephisto it is with awe as he blurts out: ]
You...you use magic.
[ ACE DETECTIVE. ]
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[You know, since he was a dog before -- still going to act like he's not keeping that a secret, even though it's clear Rhys doesn't realize it yet.]
Ah, but do keep this between us, yes? This is only a temporary job for me, after all. I'd hate to be conscripted into a glorified assembly line for my abilities were word to get out what I'm capable of.
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[ no he doesn't, he's just excited to see magic and he's certain this guy must be some sort of wizard-elf now which is just....the coolest. Maybe this is like that one book series--the weird old man trains the lone nerd and he becomes the world's Hero and the archmage he was Destined To Be.
...Or it's just some guy who does magic working at a merchant's shop. Either way. ]
How did you--how do you do that?
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[Yeah, that's right, he's a super cool elf magician. Clearly right up Rhys' alley.]
[But what might be more impressive is that he doesn't even look as though he's paying attention -- and yet everything is sorted and wrapped properly, packed into boxes and set into stacks to be carted to the back. He is paying attention of course, but he's pretty good at not showing it. Gotta look as cool as possible ok ok.]
But even this is only a fraction of what I'm capable of! Why, you've already seen one of my other abilities first hand, yes?
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[ Nope, Rhys is totally lost there. But it does prompt him to turn and look around the room as if there's something he missed here. Nothing looks any more magical than the room setting itself up though, and Rhys turns back to Mephisto with a confused expression. ]
Is it here, or...what did I, did I miss it?
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