“Is that a ghost.” He stared up at it, frowning. It was strangely shadowy for a ghost. #MVRParty

#MVRParty ”How unfortunate.“ Thistle’s ear twitched as he heard whispers, turning towards the noise.

“Perhaps a monster has destroyed it. You should be wary.” He paused, ”…Nevermind. You are a ghost, are you not? It probably cannot kill you.”

#MVRParty “…It feels strangely ominous. Why is it so red.” it hurt his eyes, but he didn’t mind. Thistle weakly kicked a crumbling stone before tapping on random objects to see if they were hollow.

//stolen. he’s dying :( oh no :(

#MVRParty Thistle had lagged behind a little when Mike sped up, but was just about able to keep up because he’d remembered his crutches for once. “They did not do a good job of hiding it. It resembles the place Yaad used to use to pray to that creature.”

#MVRParty Thistle trailed after Mike. “Why are you going into the forest.“

“Oh.” his hand was a little bruised—perhaps someone already had stepped on him. He blinked up at Mike, “Hello, Mike.”

“It seems idiotic to try to make peace where murderers and thieves lurk.”

“The undergound?As in the criminal world?”

“Yes.” He nodded, “Mana courses through all of our bodies and we can channel it with skill…Are you implying worlds exist without magic…?How odd…”

Thistle was at the party, just kind of lying there on the floor with his limbs spread out like a starfish while people awkwardly stepped around him. He was wearing a Luigi costume to match Mike, minus the moustache this time. #mvrparty

luigi but he takes the moustache off. too itchy

“…It’s not a fantasy world. It is real.”

“8 million? That is an absurd amount of money. You must think yourself quite important.”

// “I’m already only 130cm…”

The wargs released Thistle’s arms, turning back to attack the strangely bitey man. He had told him to run, but he did not feel much desire to. Delgal would not want him mauled to death. He should at least try to run. After an unusually long moment of deliberation, the elf tried to stand, only

“Hm. Yes, of course, because they would all want to kill you.”

Thistle turned his face away again, “No. I just don’t need it.” “Thistle, just because you don’t feel like you need it doesn’t mean you don’t. You still need to eat.” ‘Delgal’ sighed.

//awww yesss //for a second I thought you said tined instead of tired and I was like. yes. tined. tiny-ed

//im just gonna //put this here, hopefully come back in the morning to see who comes

“…I did not understand half of what you just said.”

‘Delgal’ smiled warmly, “It is alright if you do not know yet. You can sit with us, if you’d like. I am trying to feed Thistle some stew.” He tried to spoon some stew into Thistle’s mouth, but the elf just turned his head away.

“Hm. Alright. Do you need anything?“ he asked, feeling that she was person enough for him to be polite to.

“Hm. Okay. People used to hunt me, but none of them succeeded. I no longer hold such value now, I imagine.”

“No. He wasn’t royalty at all. He is only King because of the ‘prophecy’ .”

//makes thisrle into a cube

//wrong, I said it silly!

Name: Alistair Blackwood (John Davis) Age: 240 (24) Occupation: Landlord Basics: Young vampire who's very insecure about being young and feeling average so tells people he's much older. Yes, he's very opened to his tenants that he's a vampire.

“Oh, like how I tried to kill the new king before he was king a lot of times but now I don’t hate him.”

“You’re strange.Why do you want a rat to trust you and befriend you.”

“Oh. Okay. So is she going to kill you?”

“Ah, tallmen, then. How strange. I haven’t heard of tall-men having such advanced technology.” “We have lived underground for a thousand years.“ Thistle pointed out. “That is true, but I have a lot of diplomatic connections now. Hm…”

“Oh.” he blinked, “Then why are you calling her an angel?

“That is not answering my question.”

Thistle did not care about being quiet, but he fortunately wasn’t being particularly loud, anyway. “What is an ‘angel’?”

“What are you hiding from.”

Thistle had no idea how he had ended up in a dungeon. Ever since his own dungeon was deactivated, the demon was defeated, and that strange monster-loving tallman became King, there hadn’t been any dungeons or even any monsters discovered at all in the entirety of the Kingdom.

“Hm. Why are you a bounty hunter. Do you just like killing people.”

“Oh. So which type of humans were they?” asked ‘Delgal’, “Tallmen like myself? Elves like Thistle?”

“Interesting. I imagine these ‘bombs’ can kill a lot of people at once.”

“What? They are humans, they are just a different race of humans.” “Mhm.” Thistle agreed.

“…I do not know what a rocket is, but I can imagine a beautiful explosion, I suppose. It sounds irritating.”

“Hm. What are fire works?”

“Oh! I have heard the dwarves use that these days. Were dwarves the ones that created you?”

“Hm. Okay.” he shrugged, closing his eyes and leaning on ‘Delgal’ again. “Ah, I suppose that makes sense.” ‘Delgal’ smiled, “What does a mechanical person like you eat? Do you need to consume some kind of specific substance?”

“Hm…Perhaps they ran out of resources for such an ambitious project.” Thistle considered, “or perhaps it was just because they could.”

// I’m the only dungeon meshi writer i’ve seen here haha. interacting with a laios and/or marcille would be super cool but I live crossovers too! also my other accs are @hiddenmelodies.bsky.social (mad mage thistle) and @littleprotector.bsky.social (little thistle)

“Oh. Gunpowder. I believe I have heard of that. Dwarves use them in the mines. I think it was a recent discovery…Hm. Typical for it to be turned into part of a weapon.”

“You do seem quite like a person. Shutting you down seems cruel.” he shook his head sadly. “Are you broken?” Thistle asked, “Perhaps that is why they wanted to shut you down.”