Scene #699: Farmboy got some 'splainin' to do.

Owner	Pose
Marrik	After the dust up with the giant rock monster, giant cyborg zombie mecha thing, giant girl, and lots of not giant people Marrik was beat. He did what he could for cleanup, the dead went back to where they came from, and he had stopped at a diner somewhere along the road for a bite to eat. Mostly because it was an excuse to sit down since he felt like he'd run a couple miles up hill and he needed a breather. That and pie sounded nice.
Finna	So how is it that Finna ended up seated aside from him? One moment she wasn't there. The next time Marrik looks up from his food though... well, she's seated there, dressed just the same - though all cleaned up, somehow, in no time at all. Elbows resting on the table, hands up and holding her head, she's grinning at Marrik in a distinctly predatory fashion. yeah, splainin' time!
Marrik	Marrik rolled his eyes at the sudden person across from him. Slow blink. Yea he looked like crap that gut run through a wringer. Another bite of his pie before he flagged the waitress over and ordered pumpkin pie for the exaulted. After she left he looked across the table at Finna and nodded, "That is not a happy funtimes smile," He held up a finger to try keeping the lady from interrupting, no matter how tired he sounded. "You're probably pissed I called the dead forward even though I put them back after and their spirits have gone back to doing whatever, but you're also curious because not just that I put them back, but I managed to call basically an entire swarm that could rip solid enchanted stone apart barehanded. How close am I?" Beat, "Oh, you'll like the pie here. Chuck recommended I stop by when I asked if there was anywhere good near here."
Finna	"...Uuuuuuuuuuuuou... you've got good insight. Guess it comes with being a sorcerer." Finna's tone is disapproving, even as she affirms Marrik's guess. Well, less disapproving, and more just sour. She doesn't like being predicted to THAT level of detail, that's for sure. "..." But Marrik's gone and ordered a pie for her. So now she's obligated to stay presentable. "...Really? It smells delish in here... well, now I'm looking forward to it, so you better be right." Relaxing some, she leans in and twitches a finger. "Well, you nailed it. Bam wham! Right on the nose... I've never heard of a... behaved necromancer? It's like coming across dry water."
Marrik	Marrik chuckled soft, "Sorry to take the wind out of your sails miss, but between Faruja, Maya, Union Recruitment." Helpless shrug from the necroguy. "I kinda have gone through this before." He paused as apparently fresh pumpkin pie was brought out and sat in front of Finna. Marrik smiled kindly to the lady then waited for her to leave again before continuing. "It's sorta the only magic I can do, manipulating Life that is. Can do basic force spells, empowering properly crafted objects, your usual apprentice level stuff." Then a chuckle as he poked at his pie with a ffork. "Got suckered into a cult when I moved. Managed to get out again. Mostly by murdering the local leaders. Anyway, sorry for the nonsurprise. Neat trick, but I'm beat to hell and back."
Finna	"Finna." The foxwoman announces gently. "That's my name." She takes the arrival of fresh pumpkin with delight, grabbing a piece and taking a good bite into it. "......mm...!!" And it keeps her preoccupied for a good half-minute. There are so many amazing foods out in the Multiverse. "...Hrmngh..." And it has indeed taken the wind out of her sails. A perfect counter, that explanation and the offerin of food. "... Ah... now that's the sort of story I never thought I'd hear. Someone who DITCHED a cult AND turned it right back on them... that takes guts. I spent about four years doing things like hunting down and wiping out demon cults... still do, sometimes." She's gone a bit wide-eyed at him. ".... Well, if Faruja's not tried to stab you yet, I guess I won't be. He's a bit hot-blooded, but his judgement's trustworthy!"
Marrik	Marrik nodded slowly, "Well I trust him enough to have shown him where I live, and look the other way when Sparks sneaks off to go make reports to his church." Then his tiredness seemed to grow more pronounced, like he wasn't all here and the parts of him elsewhere weren't having happy cheery times down memory lane. "There were three of us, possibly more, and someone that was near immortal. I was the only one to get out." He didn't seem inclined to elaborate. Then the dark cloud passed and he managed a genuinely warm smile, "I think what tipped their hand was I'd figured out how to use my magic to make plants grow. Druid territory that. Pissed them right off."
Finna	"...Ow... sorry... well, cults are serious business." Finna winces, looking away slightly. She has not good experiences with them, and doesn't like thinking about it all things considered! "Soooooo it's not just working with the dead... where do you get off telling me that's the only thing you're good at?"
Marrik	"It's what comes natural," Marrik's voice, in spite of weariness had a hint of steel in its depths. "Plants? Healing? That took most of my already sparse training time. Plant growth is magically expensive to me, and healing." His face scrunched as he tried putting it into words. "It's like when I go in I can knit you up, rebuild shattered bones, or even hold you in your body so you don't leave before it's healed, but imagine every single nerve in your body on fire. Now imagine that lasting the entire time a half trained guy is spending ten minutes fixing you. Now imagine once it's over there being some pretty bad scars."
Finna	"Ah..." Finna shudders. "Okay, I get the idea. You don't have talent in healing and fertility?" She takes another bite of pie, face turning blissful while she scarfs it down! This crazy girl might just devour the whole thing here without slowing down. And being what she is, that probably won't come back to bite her at all! So unfair! "Guess it's lead to an odd compromise..."
Marrik	Marrik handwobbled, "It's more lack of natural aptitude and me pushing through." Marrik looked at the disappearing pie and blinked. Blink blink. "High metabolism?" He sipped his tea while considering things, "Grew up on a farm, so figure since I got magic, find a way to make it work for me. Plus mulching weeds, parisites, fungus, and all then cycling that life into crops is inherently satisfying. Certainly makes weeding a simpler job." That caused a small laugh and a satisfied sigh, "I also help council the dead to see why they stay. Excorsisms, warding." Beat, then for a moment his face grew stern, "I do not do spirit medium work. Too many frauds, crooks, and I don't want someone's last memories being holding my hand while sitting in a dark room. It's disrespectful to both living and dead alike."
Finna	"...haaaaah. If my people knew how to do something like THAT..." Finna ponders on this. It's definitely a major game changer for the agriculture front, if they did. ".... And how hard is it to do something like that? Guard against weeds and pests and turn it to your advantage?"
Marrik	"Simply drawing life is easy." Tiredness seemed to leech out of Marrik as he started to enter into shop talk, "Hard part's fine control so you don't wither your crops, or the neighbor's dog that's sleeping in the fresh tilled ground." Marik gestured with his fork, "In theory if I can get good enough I could set it as a ward around a garden plot, but as is I'm afraid of how the spellwork would decay and don't want anything unpredictable hitting without supervision, y'know? Same scenario, except replace dog with neighbor's kid."
Finna	"... ohhh.... drat. Why is there never a simple answer to these things?" Fina's shoulders sag a bit, and her expression turns a bit sour, but she shakes her head to clear it. "You've got quite the mixed bag of tricks, though! Impressive. Not a bit of it matches. ... though I can say the same about other things. Green and blue eyes, and that fiery red hair!"
Marrik	Marrik smirked, "Nothing in life is easy. I expect the things you do took a long time to learn." Marrik hrmphed soft and started to count money out. "I also run a shop that sells your basic adventuring supplies and a lot of material on magic if you're interested." And with a small flourish he had a business card flick into his hand, which got lain on the table.
Finna	"Hmmm!" Finna palms the card... literally, it vanishes the moment she gets it out of sight, and there's no sign of where it went when she shifts posture a moment later. "Not long enough to bother me. But my people have been around way longer than I have! I'll stop by later. Gonna have to pay you ack for this marvelous food! Mmm...."
Marrik	Marrik chuckled, "Lotta diners like this," He gestured to the back kitchen as he got up. "This is not of my world, but I appreciate good things as I find them. Thank you for hearing me out miss Finna." Then he bowed slightly, "I am Marrik Broom by the by. Apologies for not introducing myself sooner." Then he walked outside, sat on his motorcycle, and then was gone. Not drove off. Gone. Poof.