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[ What the Hell, Loki ]

That depends entirely on what the problem is, but I'd hazard to guess it has to do with what the plantlife got up to recently.

It is. A branch came through my ceiling and left a sizeable hole. I have a tarp up for now, but this is obviously not a permanent solution.

We're certainly about to be in a rainy season, so no, definitely not permanent.

I am also not an architect. Have you consulted with anyone else on this matter?

Several of the townfolks. Unfortunately, they have their own repairs to see to, and cannot get to it for several weeks. I will admit that my circle of acquaintances amongst the newcomers is small, due to my work schedule.

[ Relatable. ]

I might be able to manage something. No assurances without seeing it, and I certainly cannot plan that kind of expenditure for free. But I am sure we can come to some manner of arrangement. Shards or trade of some sort.

Of course. I would never think to ask for such a favor for free. I live in the hill houses. Just let me know when you'd like to stop by and I'll be sure to be awake and have my lothcat out of the way.

Then you're not far at least. I'm free this afternoon, if you'll just let me know where.

I would appreciate it. My home is [here]. And thank you, ever so much. I appreciate your time, even if you cannot fix it.

[ A man with a cane, clad in black and brown linens and leathers, appears on the road in the afternoon, as he said he would be. He takes in the appearance of the hill house and the area around it with a sober eye, measuring anything that might be taken as visible damage but also any signs of recovery from the local flora. ]

[ Misa is not a gardener. She's just not. She can help other people garden, but when left to her own devices, she ignores the garden and lets it do what it's going to do so she can spend more time embroidering and sewing. Sunning his belly on the stoop lies a lothcat who appraises the man from upside down. There's a soft humming coming from inside.

However, there is a tarp over one section of the roof, dipping slightly in the center, denoting a hole of some kind. ]

[ He's generally pretty chill around animals but does not insinuate himself either. Since he does not recognize it and she mentioned having a 'lothcat' -- something else he has never heard of -- he has to assume this is what she was talking about.

He steps carefully to the door and knocks. ]

[ Misa, a small woman (she barely hits 5'1), comes to the door wearing an undertunic of blue-green and trousers of grey. Her hair is up in intricate braids, out of her way. One braid is prominently displayed against her forehead. It's thin, but still important. Dark eyes study him for a moment. She pulls the pins out of her mouth. ]

Mr. Gold?

[ Behind her, the house is clean and orderly. Except her living room, which is a chaos of bolts of silk of all manner of blues and green. There's also a mocked up table set for the fabric. ]

Please, come in. Can I get you some tea?

[ He's taller than her but not more than most, not quite half a head even. ]

Yes.

[ A nod of greeting. before stepping in. ]

Only if it won't put you out.

[ It's comical, her and Loki. ]

Oh, not at all.

[ The pins float from her hand back to the pin cushion on the table and push into the tomato. She turns for the kitchen. ]

Please come in and forgive the mess. The crystal granted my wish recently.

[ He takes quiet note of what he sees, the surroundings, what she is doing seemingly by magic. Just to bear in mind for future reference. He follows her inside, trying to pinpoint the location of the damage he saw from the outside without wandering off. ]

I think 'tidy' is something for later, given what everyone is recovering from. You needn't worry.

[ The majority of the damage is in her bedroom, unfortunately. She'll take him there in a moment. Though cracks can be seen in other places, leading to the bedroom.

She plucks the tea set out of the air and puts it on the table. ]

Would you like to see the damage first?

If it's no trouble.

[ If he is going to use magic, he will need time to consider how. And to possibly take a moment to re-gather his energy afterward. Which tea would be helpful for. ]

Not at all, this way. Would you get up in the rafters?

[ She asks, when her lothcat winds around her ankles. Then, it listens to her, and jumps along several shelves and settles on one of the rafter beams.

Misa shakes her head, and leads Gold down the hallway to her bedroom. The shattered window that Loki fixed is still there, filtering light into a prism of rainbows over her bed.

Above the bed, however, is a bright blue tarp. Said tarp is held up on the roof by stakes through ropes on top of her home. The hole is obviously one where something came through. ]

Here it is.

[ The bedroom is also neat, and well maintained, despite the hole in the roof. The only area of organized chaos is a small dresser with all manner of hair ribbons, bows and ties. ]

[ If anything about the scene makes him uncomfortable, it is the fact that it's a stranger's bedroom. So even with invitation it feels like overstepping in a way. Despite the tarp, though, he thinks he understands the nature of the problem, at least. ]

...I think I should be able to do something about that.

[ She smiles and bounces on her toes, like a young girl should. ]

I would dearly appreciate it if you wouldn't mind.

[ She cocks her head to the side. ]

Should I leave you to work and prepare a meal?

[ She knows how people need to eat after 'working'. ]

We should probably agree on a price, first.

[ A shifty glance. ]

And do so somewhere other than your bedroom.

[ She hides a smile. Then, she leads the way back to the kitchen and begins a meal preparation. ]

So, payment?

[ She asks, catching a knife she bumps off the counter, with the Force and picking it out of the air. Then she turns back to creating food. ]

Before bringing shards into it: what can you do? I've noticed you have some preternatural abilities. What came with you? What potion did you drink? How practiced are you in both?

[ She opens a cupboard and puts the red potion on the table. ]

This is the potion I woke up with. I have not drank out of it. I don't trust Vaeros to be beneficent in his granting of powers. My powers are my own. I am a Padawan of the Jedi Order and a Healer by trade.

The Force is created by all life and connects all life. Jedi are one sect of people who can use the Force for a few things: healing, telepathy, telekinesis are just a few.

I am not a Master, but I am practiced enough.

I compliment you clear dedication to your craft.

[ He takes in all that she says and considers how to respond carefully. Magic is magic, and the language with which its holders speak of it will differ in every world. ]

The Force, as you call it, is honed differently in every world. Universe. Dimension. However you choose to name it. From experience with these potions, you are not wrong -- the downside is that save in color you have no clue as to what you will get. The red, I believe, is elemental magic. What element you are given is up to capricious chance.

I understand that I am merely assuming that you had to buy back the abilities you use now. I did as well, but in choosing to drink my potion and acclimate myself to how that magic works, how it feels when one uses it, it helped to decide what came back to me first and how. It also helped me to hone what I did get back and expand its use.

[ An understanding nod. ]

But all power has a price. Whether it is shards or the consequences of a choice hastily and poorly made, or your own energy in exchange for too much of it used up front. I slept like the dead for days. Paying that price meant my home suffered no damage. ...The point being, I do not fault you for your decision. But there are ways to use it mindfully and with wisdom, should you ever change your mind.

[ A circular gesture with his hand, back to the subject of her house. ] Making your roof undamaged should not lay me up for as long. But if you are a healer, you might help me a little in that regard.

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