> Yeah of course I want that.
>"Well then!" says Keine. "You might want to close your eyes for this part."
>Keine closes her eyes and concentrates for a moment. You feel as though a wave of force is passing through you, vibrating your organs and faking you feel a tad nauseous. Then the world goes white, with a noise that sounds distinctly like a feminine voice saying, "NOM!"
>You remember the mean streets of Republic of Poland. You recall the pierogis and pork chops. You remember the stores, the festivals, and the gingrbread. And most of all, you remember that ice cream. Oh how delicious it was! For the rest of that day, it was as though you were walking upon the clouds. You felt so good that you even gifted a grizzled old beggar with a dozen złoty.
>You remember that beggar well, for he stood up then, and regarded with his cold eyes. "You've bought me supper and a liquid blanket t'night," he said to you, "You know that, right? Boy, I got something for you in exchange for that kind of generosity." He then produced a small coin, a nickel, and handed it to you. One side had been defaced; the usual relief had been carved into a circus tent. As well, he gave you a pair of old, fingerless gloves. "They'll keep yer palms safe an' warm as you like. Go on, they're my spare set." And then he gave you an old, tin kazoo.
>You remember this all well. As the light clears and you find yourself back in the active center of town as though nothing had happened, you are aware that those items had been with you the whole time.
>You gain Hobo Nickel
>You gain Old Tin Kazoo
>You Gain Fingerless Hobo Gloves
>_
> "Can you please make it so that my great grandfather went to Japan and became a great writer in Lucario Hearn's place, so that he would eventually fall in love with Yukari Yakumo, which would make me Maribel Hearn's elder brother? Cause I want Maribel for a little sister!"
"Who are you talking to?" asks Remilia. "Don't go crazy til we get things sorted out."
>_
