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[#102] On the Top of the Cliff (Cozy Grove)
Theme Prompt: Mirror Universe
Title: On the Top of the Cliff
Fandom: Cozy Grove
Rating/Warnings: G; spoilers for some mid-game NPCs.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 695
Summary: Aeron is finding it harder to exploit the inhabitants of Cozy Grove than he thought it would be.
"Aeron! Great to see ya!" Clyde called as Aeron walked into his area. Aeron reluctantly admitted that he was actually pleased to see Clyde; Clyde was the only ghost who was friendly to Aeron. The kindly banker was easy to fool into thinking that Aeron was there to help, and easy to exploit. "Pull up a rock. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, thanks. You?" He gave Clyde his biggest smile. Clyde had no idea what Spirit Scouts did, how they used spirits and their possessions for their own schemes. It was wny Aeron had come to Cozy Grove. It was a place that somehow nobody had ever tried to exploit! Aeron would meet the spirits, exploit them, take their energy and come back home. He'd rise to power, maybe even become one of the Council!
Assuming he got the rest of the Cozy Grove spirits to cooperate.
He'd woken up that morning to find that Lee's imps - no doubt on Lee's behest - had stolen his birds again, just like they stole anything else that wasn't nailed down. He'd had to get them back, of course. No spirit was going to take what was his.
Octavia had been doing wheelies around the beach below as Aeron hauled his birds back to his camp. Aeron didn't dare to go down there as Octavia would surely try to run him over with her chair like she had before. Down the way, Billweather was surely drinking himself into a drunken stupor as usual. He never talked to Aeron unless it was to demand grog that Aeron didn't have and could never find.
Aeron could smell the noxious fumes from Allison's area nearby. He was sure she'd poisoned her customers on purpose in life, and seemed to want to poison him in death. She seemed sugary sweet, but Aeron wasn't stupid and wasn't planning to die.
Down the way, he could hear someone mutter loudly. He couldn't tell if it was Arjun or Braun; Arjun was a cranky old man who treated Aeron like he was a disobedient toddler, and while Tram had trusted Aeron at first, he'd soon become suspicious and paranoid.
Maybe Charlotte had somehow found Tram and told him not to trust Aeron. She'd been a Spirit Scout herself in life, and of course that meant that she threw every roadblock she could at Aeron. He was sure she was why Francesca had not let him get out more than a sentence before she'd thrown him out of her forest and blocked him with a thorny wall. It wasn't a great loss.
"Doing good, kid! Are you on your daily rounds?" Clyde took a sip of coffee that was about as real as he was.
"Yeah, I decided to come see you." Clyde wasn't Patrice, the postman that seemed to resent the job he was stuck with for the rest of eternity, or Jeremy, who tended to swear every few minutes at whatever he was working on. Aeron had added a few new words to his vocabulary thanks to Jeremy, but his neighbor seemed much more interested in trying to craft items for himself than talk to Aeron. "I'm close to finding a new spirit to help."
He'd become so much more efficient at finding and stealing the Spirit Wood that Flamey needed. There had to be someone out there as gullible as Clyde. Not all of them could be either paranoid or suspicious of him.
"Nice, kid. I'm glad you're out here," Clyde said, gazing out at the water. "I'm going to miss you when you leave, though." There wouldn't be enough left of Clyde to miss him when he left, Aeron knew. But he let Clyde have his delusions.
"I'll miss you too." He gave Clyde a hug. That was what a nice person did, after all. Maybe he also liked it, but he'd never admit it. "Gotta go. See you later."
"See you later!" Clyde waved back, and Aeron moved on with only a little regret.
Title: On the Top of the Cliff
Fandom: Cozy Grove
Rating/Warnings: G; spoilers for some mid-game NPCs.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 695
Summary: Aeron is finding it harder to exploit the inhabitants of Cozy Grove than he thought it would be.
"Aeron! Great to see ya!" Clyde called as Aeron walked into his area. Aeron reluctantly admitted that he was actually pleased to see Clyde; Clyde was the only ghost who was friendly to Aeron. The kindly banker was easy to fool into thinking that Aeron was there to help, and easy to exploit. "Pull up a rock. How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, thanks. You?" He gave Clyde his biggest smile. Clyde had no idea what Spirit Scouts did, how they used spirits and their possessions for their own schemes. It was wny Aeron had come to Cozy Grove. It was a place that somehow nobody had ever tried to exploit! Aeron would meet the spirits, exploit them, take their energy and come back home. He'd rise to power, maybe even become one of the Council!
Assuming he got the rest of the Cozy Grove spirits to cooperate.
He'd woken up that morning to find that Lee's imps - no doubt on Lee's behest - had stolen his birds again, just like they stole anything else that wasn't nailed down. He'd had to get them back, of course. No spirit was going to take what was his.
Octavia had been doing wheelies around the beach below as Aeron hauled his birds back to his camp. Aeron didn't dare to go down there as Octavia would surely try to run him over with her chair like she had before. Down the way, Billweather was surely drinking himself into a drunken stupor as usual. He never talked to Aeron unless it was to demand grog that Aeron didn't have and could never find.
Aeron could smell the noxious fumes from Allison's area nearby. He was sure she'd poisoned her customers on purpose in life, and seemed to want to poison him in death. She seemed sugary sweet, but Aeron wasn't stupid and wasn't planning to die.
Down the way, he could hear someone mutter loudly. He couldn't tell if it was Arjun or Braun; Arjun was a cranky old man who treated Aeron like he was a disobedient toddler, and while Tram had trusted Aeron at first, he'd soon become suspicious and paranoid.
Maybe Charlotte had somehow found Tram and told him not to trust Aeron. She'd been a Spirit Scout herself in life, and of course that meant that she threw every roadblock she could at Aeron. He was sure she was why Francesca had not let him get out more than a sentence before she'd thrown him out of her forest and blocked him with a thorny wall. It wasn't a great loss.
"Doing good, kid! Are you on your daily rounds?" Clyde took a sip of coffee that was about as real as he was.
"Yeah, I decided to come see you." Clyde wasn't Patrice, the postman that seemed to resent the job he was stuck with for the rest of eternity, or Jeremy, who tended to swear every few minutes at whatever he was working on. Aeron had added a few new words to his vocabulary thanks to Jeremy, but his neighbor seemed much more interested in trying to craft items for himself than talk to Aeron. "I'm close to finding a new spirit to help."
He'd become so much more efficient at finding and stealing the Spirit Wood that Flamey needed. There had to be someone out there as gullible as Clyde. Not all of them could be either paranoid or suspicious of him.
"Nice, kid. I'm glad you're out here," Clyde said, gazing out at the water. "I'm going to miss you when you leave, though." There wouldn't be enough left of Clyde to miss him when he left, Aeron knew. But he let Clyde have his delusions.
"I'll miss you too." He gave Clyde a hug. That was what a nice person did, after all. Maybe he also liked it, but he'd never admit it. "Gotta go. See you later."
"See you later!" Clyde waved back, and Aeron moved on with only a little regret.
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