text;

[siesinddasessen]

How does one go the best about forcing an echo?

And, relatedly, is there a way to control what exactly is echoed?

[She knows that she is threading dangerous waters here, but she also needs a very specific thing that she knows her former self possessed.]


[Also, action option: Blaine will be visiting Chloe's farm around noon, poking around the area to find the shorter female. She wears normal, non-descriptive, though not quite her usual clothes (well, the thick brown jacket is normal, but the white pants and knee-high boots are definitely not something that she's been around town in before), and has a fairly large bag over her shoulder. Whoever might be there for whatever reason: Feel free to run into her!]

Comments

[espigeonage]

idk. I can find out but when you take the pain out of pepper it's just sort of sour and unpleasant.

God if I cared about looking macho there are so many things I'd do here.

[siesinddasessen]

With how wimpy you look, you could trick people into challenges and win money that way.

[espigeonage]

oooh, good point. Would you be my bodyguard if I tried that? In case someone got mad and tried knocking my teeth out in a spicy fury.

[siesinddasessen]

Depends on what I would get out of it.

[And she's being serious here, actually. Bodyguard is kind of her normal job, though not a personal one...]

[espigeonage]

I gotta think about that one. A quarter of the take? Half when you actually have to do something? The chance to see big burly types redfaced and weeping?

[siesinddasessen]

Half of the take, one way or the other.

[espigeonage]

Hmph. All right, fine, but you'd have to order things and try and look inconspicuous.

[siesinddasessen]

[Not that she thinks that this will happen, so]

All right. Hit me up with time and date when it comes.