Dragonyule Prep: Part Two
Victor: She'd like a telescope, then.
Middle-Aged Man: Our kid is really into pirates, so that'd really complete her look. Is that doable?
Victor: Shouldn't be an issue. I'll procure one and deliver it on Dragonyule.
Victor: Phew. Okay, all that's left...are the kids I was told to just ask directly.
Victor: I'll try talking to those young ladies over there first.
Timid Younger Sister: Eek! Who are you?
Victor: There's no need for alarm, miss. My name is Victor. I just have a quick question.
Determined Elder Sister: Behind me, Sister! Haven't I always told you not to talk to strangers on the street? Especially with all the rumors of thieves on the loose of late...
Victor: I assure you, my intentions are pure. I just want to ask if there's anything you wa—
Determined Elder Sister: Stay back! I know your game. You just want to lure us in with shiny baubles, and then BOOM! Kidnapped!
Determined Elder Sister: Then you stuff us in a big sack and whisk us off to some far off land to be sold on the black market!
Timid Younger Sister: I'm scared...
Victor: Please calm down. I don't intend anything of the sort. If you would just listen—
Determined Elder Sister: I can't heear you! LA LA LA LA! Let's book it, Sis!
Victor: What in the world was that about?
Comet: We saw the whole thing, sir. With respect, you should leave this one to us.
Victor: You again. So, you think you can get them to tell you what they want?
Comet: No doubt. You come off as a big hulking brute. We're much more approachable.
Victor: Not sure I agree, but...fine. Give it a shot.
Comet: Hello there, little ladies! Why, it's almost Dragonyule, isn't it? And that means gifts! What are you hoping for this year?
Timid Younger Sister: Another stranger...
Determined Elder Sister: Let me guess: you want something too.
Comet: We are but humble census takers, traveling the land tallying people and households, and surveying their wants and needs.
Prancer: That's right! We're centaurs! Er...censors? Wait, what was it?
Comet: Census takers, idiot.
Determined Elder Sister: Threat level raised to red. C'mon, Sis. Let's ditch these guys too.
Comet: No, wait! If we can't get accurate data, we'll be in big trouble! They'll...kill us!
Timid Younger Sister: They'll WHAT?!
Comet: Our manager is a terrible man. If his employees don't deliver results, he chews them up and spits them out like a wad of used gum!
Prancer: Wait, for real?! That IS awful. Save us, Boss! I'm too young to die!
Comet: Me too! But if these kids don't tell us what they want, then it's curtains for us.
Comet: So please, little lady... Tell us what you want, if only to save us.
Timid Younger Sister: And if...we tell you... We won't get killed?
Prancer: Yes! So you'll tell us?
Determined Elder Sister: Hmmm. I GUESS we can do that.
Comet & Prancer: Woohoo!
Comet: So there you have it, good sir— the info you require!
Prancer: Aw, that was so sweet, Boss! Little kids sharin' their hopes and dreams... It was so pyoo... Pyuh...
Comet: Pure? Indeed it was. Confronted with uncorrupted youth, one can't help but want to protect it.
Comet: (I think we've won Mr. Meathead's trust. All that's left is to do our thieving on Dragonyule and lay the blame on him!)
Victor: Good work. I expect you to be just as thorough with the next one.
Comet: Yeah, defin— Wait, what?
Victor: According to my list, there's still... Gene, Lian, Sarasa... Seis, Siete, and Ocho.
Comet: Wait, wait, wait. There are more?! And we have to ask ALL of them what they want?
Victor: That's what you volunteered for, yes. Now, move out. I'll take that house over there.
Prancer: Comet, are we really gonna do this?
Comet: Nrgh... Yeah. It's the only way to make our plan work. Let's go, Prancer!
Old Lady: Oh, Captain. How can I help you today?
Victor: I wanted to ask you what Daniil wants for Dragonyule.
Old Lady: Hm. I think his granddad would know. Come in, come in.
Old Lady: Dear, has Daniil mentioned to you what he wants for Dragonyule this year?
Old Man: Oh, hello, Captain! You know, I asked the boy, but he wouldn't tell me.
Victor: Oh? Any particular reason?
Old Man: He said he'd only tell Saint Starfall.
Old Lady: He must think if he tells anyone else, his wish won't come true.
Victor: Hm. Quite a pickle.
Old Lady: Another guest? Who is it now?
Noelle: Yes, begging your pardon. Hello.
Victor: Noelle? What is it? Orders from home?
Noelle: Um... Yes, there's a letter for you from a...certain someone.
Victor: A missive from Litvinov, then. ...Hey. That's it, Noelle!
Noelle: Huh? What's it...?
Victor: You're back. How'd it go?
Noelle: *gulp* Here.
Noelle: Daniil asked me to deliver this letter... to Saint Starfall.
Victor: Bingo. Now, I know it's improper to open other people's mail. But right now, I'm exactly who this letter was intended for.
Victor: Mhm, mhm... I see. So that's what Daniil is after.
Noelle: Sir?
Victor: Hm. This...will be a hard present to find.
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