[Open] A poisonous feast

[foggydetective]

Characters: Tohru Adachi [The Evil Queen (Snow White)] & everyone / anyone
Campaign: Break
Format: Either
Open
Summary: Poison plot time.

Prompts are on the comments. Feel free to contact me via the original plotting post or the Discord Server if you have any questions.

The food is being distributed during the festival mentioned on the intro log.

Comments

[steadypulse]

"Roles of the story main cast, or just background to blend in." Grunted, and no he wasn't. He'd had enough time dressed up and forced to play a role expected of him because a certain aspect of him was used. A show horse; this was only a little less worse than that. It actually got something done.

A couple coins was tossed to the stall owner as he plucked up a fig and pulled it apart, just getting a bit of the juice- "Yeah. This one's gotten the treatment." Smell was what he followed, but apparently the taste was what sold the deal for him. Which explained part of what he was doing. Once he figured out the first time what was up with the smell and taste.

[tantailizing]

"Sounds like fun~" Man, he couldn't wait to actually start putting stories back together. Hopefully they were good ones!

Watching him toss a few coins and rip into the fig, Zidane grimaced. Was that really the only way to check for poison? At least he was unaffected, by what if someone made a poison that could affect this guy? They'd be screwed. "It's probably not the only one here either. Geez, what's the point in trying to hurt random people like this? If whoever's doing this says boredom, they're just an ass."

[steadypulse]

Was the only way for him to be sure, and to be sure it was the same source as well. There was that same subtle aftertaste that made his nose wrinkle a bit. "If it's one, it could be everything edible at the stall- I'd half worry about it bein anything touched, too." A growl to his voice, ears pinned back and tail curled close to a leg.

Hopefully it was just whatever was edible and not objects that would be touched often, or could prick skin- "Probably is an ass."

[tantailizing]

"Well, I'm not gonna stop you this time." He was free to sniff them out and Zidane would go grab a bucket or bin to put all the ones they found in. While the older man's tail curled, there might be some irritating swinging from Zidane's own.

Having his companion agree that whoever did this was an ass just made it worse. "Guess that can't be avoided, but a realm of stories, right? We can kick their ass if we find 'em."

[steadypulse]

His head tipped, and of course a few other fruits were gone over- but he did pause over a bit of meat, ears pricked forwards. Eyes narrowed behind that black 'visor' of his before he was picking it up with one hand and of course paid for it before biting in to it as well. The fur along his tail bristled a bit- "Not just the fruit here." Though the poison added an interesting flavor to the meat.

Not going to admit that out loud, just tearing off a bit more of it to eat. "People like that as needed as those who help when it comes to stories." Muttered a bit, but it was easy enough to realize that much.

[tantailizing]

Watching and picking up the fruits that were poison positive, he blinked when the old man seemed to get distracted. Raising an eyebrow, Zidane followed - and then grimaced as he ate raw meat. Oh yeah, this guy and Quina would be good friends in regards to their stomachs. "Maybe we should just have the market closed down for today."

Not commenting on the next bite, Zidane crossed his arms. "Yeah. A story isn't that interesting without conflict."

[steadypulse]

"Be a good idea. No worry about any more poisoned goods being bought by anyone." Maybe give a little break to those working to make an antidote- even if some of that thought was for Ana. He knew well how she'd throw herself in to it if she could help, especially since so many here were young. He was at least wrapping the meat back up rather than taking a third bite.

Making sure to seal on the paper stuck back in to place with a smoothing of clawed fingers. "Even if some people from whatever world are the type to do this for likely no reason," outside of boredom.

[tantailizing]

"Alright. I'll go look into that. You keep stopping people from picking poisoned produce." He feels bad though. Stopping the market might be cutting off someone's daily meal, but better to starve and live one day than miss living at all.

"When there are real people like that, they suck." C'mon, there's even honor among thieves. Someone this bored wasn't honorable at all. Anyway, off he headed to hopefully find someone in charge of this. It's gotta be a committee or some organization running this, right?

[steadypulse]

"Just be clear as to why, and firm." Sometimes it was better to get a point across, and some things certainly stuck with him after so long of who he used to be. He was going to be keeping the bundle of meat, even if just for his own uses; well out of the way of what the young dragon in his care could get in to.

There was a slight huff, more a low rumbling exhale than anything more. "More than can be described." At least he had the time to send going around stalls hunting down the ones that had been tampered with.