Farm Fresh

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All Work And No Play

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Peace and quiet. A calm serenity always covered this place to her. Like a haven from all the bills and distress the Inn brought to her from time to time. She could handle it but that didn’t mean she needed a break and some hard piece of relaxation to get her through those days where nothing would go right. Better taking a walk in the forest then breaking a vase. Again.

Kai sighed again, reopening her eyes to the world. That was enough of that. Now she had to head back home and work on her bills again. She couldn’t allow a mistake like that stand around for long. Assuming it was a mistake, that is. Well, all she could do was go back there and hope that that’s all it was.

She rose to her feet quickly, dusting off the dirt that may have stuck to the seat of her pants. No one liked an boss with dirty clothes. She was all ready and well to head back home until she heard the rustling of the forest. Ok, “of the forest” is a pretty bad word to describe what she heard. But at least she knew that she wasn’t alone here. Yes, she was aware that there were possibly a witch or something living here but she wasn’t afraid. She could put up a fight. Not.

“Anyone there?”

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So far it was just an ordinary forest. Nothing exciting had caught the males eyes. Tree as far as the eyes could see. Vine and brush covering most of the forest floor. Rocks giving out way points to destinations unknown to him. Sure every forest was different, hopefully something could give this one some flare. Hell even just meeting someone here would make that experience all the better.

It seemed as if the animals of the forest have scattered, only able to hear his own footsteps and progression though the Shamrock Forest. Leaves crushing underneath the boys sneakers with each step. Maybe it was him who was scaring off the wildlife. You could probably hear him from a mile away. "What the hell is with all these leaves?!" A ninja he was not, at least not in this forest.... take that back, ever. 

He didn't practice the arts of being a ninja, quietly stalking the target just before assassination. Taking his matter to the tree tops and jumping limb from limb swiftly in determination of the path ahead. Not much of his style. A run and gun kind of guy. There was no reason for him to use ninja tactic before, so why start now. This place had seemed nice enough to not have to be sneaky. He could get what he needed easily with no avail. Something had changed in the scenery. A blob of gray interrupted the green foliage in front of him. A rock? No, it was definitely hovering. Weird. Closer and closer he progressed until he could make out a figure, then a voice halted him.

"..."

"Oui?"

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All Work And No Play

The sounds of the calculator buttons being pushed slowly filled the room. Click, clack, click, clack. It wasn’t exactly music to her ears but if she didn’t do it then she wouldn’t exactly be working. Not like a Inn was free to run. Bills, repairs, ingredients, etc. It all had to be thought of carefully and planned out. One mistake could ruin them if it happened. Ok, maybe she was exaggerating just a bit but why risk it. She didn’t want to lose the place she basically started on her own, hiring all the workers and making sure everything was in order.

Kai’s eye twitched slightly as the numbers slowly formed on the small “machine”. She didn’t like those numbers one bit. The actually irritated her if anything. Maybe she miscalculated. It was a possibility. But she still didn’t like those odds. Those odds just ticked her off to much. The female pushed herself away from her desk, running her hands through her hair. She needed to get out of here for a while. It wasn’t like there were anyone to check in just yet. Besides, not like that she was the one who cooked for them anyway.

The minute Kai had stepped out of the Inn, she knew immediately where she was going. Shamrock Forest. The only place that could calm her down in this state. She didn’t know how she would be able to calm down if that place didn’t exist in Clover Town. And calm down she did. The coolness and shade of the place just filled her with a calm serene. This was just what she needed. Kai sat against a tree, sighing softly as she closed her eyes. Nothing wrong with resting for just a little while. Right?

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As Max continued to sit upon multiple names for new newly found farm, he found himself with the daily chores upon his farm done. Though there wasn't much to do anyhow, it was all a waiting game now. Plant and water. Its all he could do with the little money he had. So what was left to do? Explore, that's what! He's been itching to head into that forest since he's gotten here.

More or less he was just hoping to walk around in it, learn the surroundings and what nots of the forest. Maybe there's a quiet place to just relax after a day on his farm. Relaxing sounded good, perhaps some coffee too. He stared up at the farm's sign once again, it still blank. "Hmmmm..." He thought briefly about the names that could go on there. "It has to have meaning..." He talked softly to himself, on that note he proceeded down a trail leading him to the forest.

"Shamrock Forest eh?"

"Bien..." He said, noticing a sign pointing him in the right direction of this forest. It's possible he could perhaps find some editable berries and possible fungi in there too. Possibilities continued to grow. Trees engulfed the males line of sight, every which way ended up being trees with some man made dirt path. He pushed a bush aside and decided to take his own route, a man made route can only show him so much of this lust forest. 

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Naming The Farm

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Quinton winced as the farmer jumped. Clearly that wasn’t the right advance… He takes a minute to regain himself, reminding himself how to breathe.

“My apologies.” Inhale, exhale. “I seem to have— Ah— Lost myself for a moment.” 

A brief smile, then he firmly shakes the man’s hand. Make a good second impression!

“Welcome to Clover Town, Maximilien. My name is Quinton. I hope you find yourself well accommodated here.” 

Introductions, check! On to the monotonous farming tutorial!

“There are the basic necessities of farming supplied in the shed, if you’ve seen them. Though I don’t believe there were any seeds… However, standard seeds can be found in the local general store, only a short walk from your own home, really. Ah— According to your file I believe you’re familiar with farming?”

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Max nodded, "Please don't worry yourself." He smiled reassuring the Mayor. "It's nice to meet you Quinton." The Mayor here seemed nervous, was this is first time being a mayor of a town? He didn't think introducing yourself was that hard, perhaps he was a little intimidating? "Strange..." 

General store! That's what the male was looking for! That and any sort of direction to it, he didn't recall going past it, luckily the mayor showed up though. "Merci monsieur Quinton. I did find those tools, I appreciate it greatly." If he had to buy tools then there probably wouldn't be any food in his near future anyway.

Wait file? how did the Mayor get a file of him? "Ahh..." How was he to answer that, what did the Mayor know about him, did he have more files? "I grew up on a farm, yeah... What else does that file say?" He asked curiously.

 It better not have anything about Fall 17th...

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Naming The Farm [Open]

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Sorry, answering them would only make her feel more free to stay, bucko.

“Extravagant, tell me, how is it over there?” she asked curiously, “Are you all welcoming of tourists?” after all, she heard that they weren’t exactly the most nice folk, since, as story told, they took pride in their nationality and their country. And often times would take advantage of the fact that some may not be fluent in their language.

All the more reason for her to go.

“How is it like there?”

She had only been to a handful of places herself, so he definitely had her attention from that topic alone. But when asked about her origin, she laughed lightly before focusing on more arm movement than swaying.

“Chance.”

Was what she answered.

“I’m a traveler, a wanderer, at best, so I just go wherever the wind takes me.” an easy going girl, for one. If she were to land in the middle of a battle field you better believe she would prance until she reached another. “I just arrived here, within here. No reason, after all.”

“I don’t think I need much of a reason to breathe, or, perhaps, move my arms, either?”

She continued lazily, irises moving to her own arms as they continued their snake like motions, crossing each others paths before— “They just do.” a simple philosophy, and an easy one to live by, at that. 

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More questions? Fair enough. He trotted over to a nearby rock a few feet from the female, working over the name she had suggested as well as her various amount of questions. "France?" What was the supposed to say? Look at all the bright lights, the city of love and all that. He's lived in France his whole life, it was all just normal happenings.

"Well..." He continued a long pause, his hand meeting his chin in thought. "I suppose you do want me to say who extravagant France is... Oui, France is a great place I suppose, I've lived my life there so its all the norm to me madame. Of course a tourist aspect, its a great place to go, the food, atmosphere it is one like no other." He looked around. "At least that's Paris, my hometown is really much quite like this little ville here."

He chuckled, "Of course many do not take lightly of tourists, plenty of us override that. Its just like having someone in your country who doesn't know English... Ahh like in Les Etats Unis." Most of the things he's seen from America are weird rap and cat videos, but he's seen enough movies to get somewhat of a stereotype of them. "They tend to make fun of their tourists no?"

"A girl like you would do just fine in a place like Paris." He politely blurted out. "Though I would watch out." He nodded in agreement to himself. "Heures." he muttered. "Hours I could go on, talking about France, what I've done there, whom I've met."

He hues were lead right back up to the females as she told her story. A traveler? Interesting... A curiosity peaked his interests, knowing the female might too have some things to share along her journey. "Perhaps France should be on a list of places to travel, no?" He paused for a moment.

"Maximilien. A pleasure.."

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Naming The Farm [Open]

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“I saw nothing.”

She replied, snickering lightly before leaning against the fence bordering off his land casually. “Monsieur, then why don’t you tell me?” she mimicked his words, sporting a laid back smile as well an aura to match. 

“Not from around here, then, by the sound of it?” a rhetorical question at best, but it was still left in the air for him to answer either way. “And it looks like you’ll be staying for a while, with this farm.” she noted with a lilt turning around to see the rather beginner plot and field present. 

Not having the basic ability to understand every language, the sudden interruption of french caught her by surprise, letting her brows arch in interest before dismissing it soon after. Letting her hand wander up in a snake like motion, she began to stare at it with a bit of a smile piercing her lips.

She thought, not bothering to ask what she was trying to ‘better’, moving her hips a little to a nonexistent melody and tapping her feet.

” … .. Prosperity?”

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Nothing? Good. There was no eye patch, nothing at all on his face. Just some leftover french beauty... That was a little to far.

Max was only able to catch her snarky remarks and couldn't see passed them. No matter, it was a game for two or more. He had no problem keeping up with her it could be fun right? He turned back around, maybe answering her questions will get her to move away from the farm. She could be of use to him after all. Max was just going to rely on street signs and local folk.

"What tipped it off perhaps?" He remarked at her comment. "Je suis francais... I am french if you didn't guess, well done madame." He gave her a quick smirk. "I moved here from Paris." That may have sounded a little odd though, a city boy moving out into some farmland? "I come from a smaller ville just north of Paris." His leaned back to look at the land overseeing the both of them.

Though he didn't ignore many of her motions, her hand moving swiftly as if that of a serpent. A light sway of her hips, he only assumed she was trying to make a statement against him. "By the looks of it, you're quite right." He nodded in agreement. That farm isn't as promising as he had expected it though he was spoiled by his fathers when he was younger, this much have been what it looked like first for him too.

"Et tu?"

"And you?" If shes here she probably doesn't have anything better to do... "Coming to disrupt that of a farmers thoughts, what brings you to this quaint town?"

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Naming The Farm [Open]

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“Yet you have nothing in mind? ~”

She sauntered around him, moving from the back of the farmer to the very front. Twitching her nose, she commented about that eyepatch of his. “I almost mistook you for the priest, you know. His is on the left, not the right.” she added, flimsily writing nothing atop the empty sign with her finger.

“Perhaps you should go talk to him?”

“Though he is quite the religious freak.”

Emeth said in an upbeat tone, her eyes tracing back to the sole one the other possessed. She had heard rumors, most definitely, about the second coming of the “Pirate Brother” next in hand to the fidgety priest. The resemblance was uncanny, for one, save for the fact one was scrawny and the other was miraculously muscular.

That, and the patches.

“Any good idea, little farmer?”

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His head turned immediately, hues entranced by the opposing female as she walked forward. Who was this broad? What business does she have coming up and annihilating his thoughts, he had the perfect name. Perfect! "What was it." His hues gradually lead into a soft glare as she proceeded.

"Eye patch?" He blinked, realizing that he could only see with one eye, both widened finally knowing the fact. His hand clutched into a fist, slightly embarrassed and quickly removed the patch and cleared his throat, keeping whatever composure that still remained within the male. "I don't know what your talking about madame." He shoved the broken eye patch into his pocket.

"That won't be necessary either." He stated rejecting the invite to see this so called priest. Religion never lead him in the best path anyway.

"Why of course I have something in mind." His eyes grazed back up to the sign, and back down at her. "I have plenty." Max smirked, turning around in the opposite direction. "But..." Maximilien leaned his head to the left and looked back at the female. "Perhaps a woman with such a beau geste can provide that of better?" He held in a snicker and slowly paced forward.

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Naming The Farm

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‘Greet the new farmer.’

Quinton peered at the sheet of paper in front of him, eyes narrowing into thin slits as a wave of sheer panic came over him. Did he have to greet them himself? Surely he could get an assistant to do it for him—

“No! You’re the mayor, do it yourself!” Apparently self-assurance works all the time, because he tucked the paper away into his book bag and prepared to introduce himself, muttering introductions down the road.

Hello, I’m the mayor of Clover Town…

…You’re the new farmer, right?…

…We should give your farm a name.

He paused his thoughts to look up, and it was a rather rude awakening to find that he was only ten feet from the farm’s entrance— and to his further dismay, the farmer himself. Without a second thought, he upped the volume of his voice and yelled,

“HELLO! I’M THE MAYOR OF CLOVER TOWN! YOU’RE THE NEW FARMER RIGHT?”

Well, that went well. 

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Something simple and quaint would do just nice there didn't have to be any big fancy title to it a word or two. Even a simple name could give this place at least a little life. There was still plenty for Max himself to do within the farm let alone give it a name. He gave some thought about what seeds to buy and what he knew about what was in season while he stared at the blank sign. He was almost positive that a carpenter might be in the town as well, and thought about going to take the sign down.

Of course casually...

“HELLO! I’M THE MAYOR OF CLOVER TOWN! YOU’RE THE NEW FARMER RIGHT?”

Jumping forward he caught him balance, his head turned slowly. Normally that isn't the best approach to greeting someone, if he was in the city that may have turned out badly for this male, mayor as he stated.

"Ahh... Bonjour monsieur." He held out his hand to the male in front of him.

"I am the new farmer."

"Maximilien."

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Naming The Farm [Open]

Maximilien threw his bags on the ground within his new farm house. Of course, a sudden change of pace would take some time to get used to, but he'd get used to it. After all, he was back to his roots, back on a piece of farmland. He unzipped a bag and shuffled through it, pulling out the note from his mère he re-read it, taking note of the flier for clover town along with it. The flier described some local hotspots. Rosemary café, the parsley inn and a plethora of other places. One thing on that flier was starred however, the goddess pond.

Max was intrigued about this pond. Limited description was given but no one names a pond goddess pond for any ordinary reason. He took note to check it out in the future. Currently there were other matter at hand. Max took a step outside, eager to begin some type of farming to get started. Tired, but eager. The shed easily accessible and just a hop, skip and jump from his house only supplied him with meek tools. Enough to get by for now. As he rummaged through there was no sign of seeds.

"Hell." He sighed, pulling out a small pouch to examine his coin. There was enough to get start and last him until he got some real harvest going on within the farm. Shoving the pouch back into his pocket he proceeded to walk into town, but he stopped at the entrance to the farm and turned around. Looking up he noticed a blank sign and paused momentarily.

"It needs a name..." 

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

The male coughed. "France." He nodded, smiling softly.