anemoi | second con | A new kind of rain

[He hadn't been listening to the weather much. In between finding out about his new roommate (oh, great, he'd have to work harder to keep from getting caught) and getting himself a lovely collection of signatures from some random people off the street (as well as their money), he didn't have time to do so.

Then again, it isn't like anyone could have predicted that the sky would rain green slime, of all things, on the one night that he finds trouble trying to get back to his room. And since he didn't find a safe place to wait out the storm in time, let's just say Moist is now more than moist, and his suit has now been ruined.

Oh, look, everyone. There is now what is apparently a green slime monster making its way to the Ermis Suites. Dare attack it?]

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[There's a fair bit of background noise on this one before Moist speaks up. One can probably make out the words "bloody hell", "gods-dammit" and other such colorful words and phrases. It was his second-best suit, after all--the best one is the golden suit he'd arrived in that is now in his closet, along with quite a few tools for the amnesiac criminal.

Then, finally...]

Anyone know how to get a rather large amount of green slime off a very expensive suit? And while we're at it, off your...everything else as well? Why would it even be raining green slime in the first place...

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Oh, man, you got caught out there in that stuff? Haha, sucks to be you, buddy! I have no idea what could get slime out of anything, much less a nice suit.

Yes, haha, very amusing.

[No, he isn't very amused by it, but he's definitely trying not to let it get to him.]

Any suggestions? I'm all out.

If anybody would know, it'd be a dry-cleaner's. But I wouldn't hold my breath on that one, I doubt they've ever had to deal with anything like that before.

Yes, true. I'm not going in there unless there's no other way. I was almost fried on the way here by a fireball, someone else might react the same way.

Minus the fireball, anyway.

[Dare attack it? Please, Palom has no qualms about defending the innocent from these horrible green slime monsters popping up everywhere.

Is it just the green goop or does it seem awfully hot suddenly? Maybe it's that fireball falling from the sky.]

[Really, all Moist here is trying to do is to get to his room and get all this bloody slime off of him as soon as possible. He isn't expecting the fireball on top of that.

Though, you have to admit, that's an impressive bit of dodging there. Sadly it's straight into a body of water, ruining his suit even further.

Great. Now he's slimed and wet. At least he's recognizable as a human being now, though.]

Right, what was that for?!

Talking slime monsters!!!!

[That is definitely an icicle shooting your direction, Moist. Palom looks a little less than terrified by the prospect of talking slime monsters, given the gleeful expression on his face.]

You're not gonna take over the city like the blue ones. Eat ice!

Slime monster--

[And that's about all he gets out before he ducks and scrambles out of the water.]

I'm not a slime monster! I don't want to take over the city, either!

[Taking its money, though? Well, he's very willing to do that.]

That's what they all say. You've gotta prove it!

[The consequences for not proving it are held in Palom's palm; namely, another giant fireball.]

I'm human! Completely, totally human, no desire whatsoever to take over the city. Really.

Oh, yeah? Then what's the human pledge of humanness that all humans learn when they're five?

...that doesn't even exist. Why would you need to do that?

Wrong! The answer is...

[Palom obviously is struggling to make something up.]

Humans are awesome; humans are great. Monsters suck and should all be destroyed!!...Destroyerate.

[...yeah, he isn't fooled.]

Well, forgive me if, as far as I know, my parents didn't make me take an oath when I was five.

I don't have parents, and I still know it. Your excuses won't save you!

I dunno. You tried dry-cleaning?

I'm not very keen on walking into the dry-cleaners in this state. Someone tried to throw a fireball at me while I was getting here, among other things, and I'd rather not find out what happens the moment I walk into a store.

[Granted, if someone takes more than a first glance at him they'd recognize him as a human being, but people don't usually do more than glance when an apparent slime monster walks into their place of business, he's sure.]

That sounds like kind of an overreaction!

Exactly. It's also bloody inconvenient.

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