[There is definitely something off about the plague doctor today. First, he was a bit suspicious of the pumpkins, though found them rather pleasant and curiously well-made. Then he thought he caught a glimpse of one of the old villagers faces on one, but quickly moved on and tried to block it out of his mind
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You know you look really weird doing that, right, Bird Face?
[He could use your name, sure, but this is more amusing.]
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Bird face... This is good. This means one would connect the mask to his face, rather than question his ACTUAL face. Exactly as he would want it.]
I suppose so, but erm- This lantern. It would have been best to never have carved it in the first place. I've fixed that, though.
[He nods, triumphantly.]
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[Fixed it real good.
But hey. He was really getting into that destruction. Ezra wonders whose face it could have been. And the best way to find out? Asking.]
Who was carved into that one? You must really hate them. [A pause.] Or maybe you're scared of them.
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[Does he have a problem with saying it was himself? Too late for Ezra to see it, anyways! Pumpkins all smashed...]
I suppose you can say it is hate. Or shame. Either one, really. Perhaps both, but anyways... Have you found yours, or any who are familiar? There seem to be quite a lot.
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Mnn, not yet. Haven't really been looking. The pumpkins stink too much, it's hard enough just trying to ignore that.
[Okay, being a bit dramatic here, they aren't THAT bad.]
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[He presses some of the mush against his mask, staining it a bright yellowish orange in the process.]
...Mhhgh, I suppose they do have a rather strong odor to them. But it reminds me of the season! Perhaps you'd do well with a mask like mine, until they are gone.
[He says that last part with a bit of a laugh.]
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[Ezra looks like he's actually considering the mask suggestion.]
Looks pretty heavy. How much does it weigh?
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[There's a frown, though replaced with a bit of joy at this boys reaction to the mask idea.]
Hardly anything, I've grown so used to it that it's like having a second face.
[He knocks a knuckle against the side of it, showing that it's quite hollow.]
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[Just going to get all up in your space now, Malkus, touching at your mask in an attempt to gauge for himself just how heavy it is. He wont try to take it off, (the thought hasn't even occurred to him yet, luckily enough for Malkus,) but he's still definitely ignoring the whole concept of personal boundaries. Sorry about that.]
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[Malkus is silent, awkwardly. He's just going to move back a bit, as Ezra pokes and moves his mask slightly. What is going on...]
Everything- eh...Okay?
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Yeah, why? ...am I bothering you? [Ezra blinks like it just occurred to him, though he doesn't look sorry at all for his intrusion.]
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[He gives a small, uneasy laugh.]
I do hope the pumpkins eventually grow on you, but they likely will not be around for very long!
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Okay.
[He makes a face of disgust at the idea of coming to like the pumpkins, but stops when Malkus mentions their disappearance.]
Are they going somewhere? Before or after they rot and stink up the whole place?
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[He shrugs, slightly.]
Let's hope they are gone before they begin to rot. Even I wouldn't like to have my nose assaulted with that.
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No. It didn't, oddly enough. It was gone just as abruptly as it had appeared! Though with the keep being how it is, I'm not quite surprised anymore.
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