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Moonscratch Chronicle; Cycle One

I'll get a post in later, about 24 hours - 37 hours. Looking towards getting us all together.

I just played some Town of Salem before I go to tutorial, made me loose alot of faith in humanity and realize just how bad I am at lying/convincing others of something untrue.

Like Crumbs, I have no way of verbally communicating without alot of static either (my machine's fan is VERY noisy and I bet you'd hear it more than I do). I've heard of Discord too but I've never used it.

This post was made in a rush while I checked OOC before I went off, I'll read everything in detail when I get back! :D. Take care now you all.

@Komamisa@Crumbs@Vec

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@Vec Yeap, that's @Crumbs character! See how sneaky the Llangeli are? They've become so good at disguise, they even got you thinking like that through your very screen. Hiding in plain sight. Aliens. Everywhere. /paranoia

@Crumbs That post will do very nicely! I'll wait till a few others have posted before I kick in the reply. Really liking the character developement/revealing so far, of everyone's characters!

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@Crumbs Well, at least you didn't wake up in a sleazy motel on the coast of Novascotia. Someone was nice enough to send you home. :)! Still sounds like an excellent weekend, no worries - take your time and eat some lunch (with tomatoes, I hear they help hangovers) before you even think of posting.

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@Vec absolutely!

How was everyone's weekend?

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@Vec Well, you'll have to speak with the Madame herself about that. She iz ...a complicated creature. :P.

*goes to edit post, forgot something*

There we go. Accent!

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@Vec Meheheheh. Breathing life into the roleplay. That's all. :)!

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I can't believe I missed the talk of TES and Persona 3 here while I was away. D:. I'm an avid lore otaku when it comes to TES, playing TES 3 4 5, The Elder Scrolls online and now their card game: TESL - I've always took time to read every book on magic and alchemy I could find.

I had no idea there were popular forums dedicated to TES, I should have joined and roleplayed a Mage --- I could write a whole new thesis on magic, oblivion and aetherius if I wanted to! Did you know atronachs actually speak a very primal language that sounds like certain parts of the speech dragons use? They speak? Of course they do. In fact, you can hear a correlation between the elemental thuums and them on the rare occasions they speak. Coincidence? I think not! :P.

And of course, the ramblings of the mad daedra sheogorath is not unfarmiliar to my ears. His sense of humour though ...could be improved.

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Wodran hurried off in a calmly manner east of the townsquare, the long robes could barely impede his tall stature, he was afterall more used than most to such attire from the days of wearing them back in the elven enclave. Speaking of which, he was reminded how the city felt so artificial, blocky even - too much stone and dead wood, compared to the lushness of home, even if there were spots of greenery here and there for folks like him. He soon came to rest eyes upon his objective, another man in robes of a different kind without the mask, non-chalantly leaning back against the wall with thick folded arms - observing what few people were loitering right outside the Guild Hall.

Quickly walking up to him, Wodran placed a set of long slender fingers on those shoulders. Feeling the odd texture of wood ...or maybe leather, underneath the fabric. Though it seemed fitting that he would wear some armor, this 'K' seemed the type afterall. "Madame Lucia has requested your pressence." He said to the man, not that he was expecting a reply exactly.

"...found anything?" The man he spoke to shook his head, Wodran felt a pang of disappointment. "She said that you would be interested to hear her." K gave him an understanding nod before he pushed himself off the wall and started to take slow steps away from the scene. Then he looked at the doors of the establishment, pointing two fingers at his eyes then at the entrance before glancing towards Wodran.

"Very well, but don't dally. It zis ungentlemen to keep le madame waiting." Wodran chided, slightly uptight.

K rolled his eyes ever so slightly then gave a couple of quick, tiny nods to pacify him, it was no secret that the half-elf had a thing or two for the woman. Much as he tried to hide it under his constant prim and proper behaviour, but the way he always seemed so urgent whenever it came to anything pertaining to Lucia gave it away to everyone.

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Soon Lucia came to see a farmiliar face on a man pushing past the crowd, he stopped a few feet short of her and looked at the sign board she held. The quizzical expression upon him was soon replaced with a rare condescending smile for only the briefest of moments, ah how the mighty have fallen.

Phantasm

Pose-tad! Gwyn's kind of normal in his reaction to being asked to sit beside someone, but somehow when I read it, I still think he's kind of rude. Not too sure why. Weird.

I'm jealous.@Smystar99 Mutants get all the good stuff, damnit.

Phantasm

-Why don't you come here up front?-

Why don't you just turn 33 degrees to the right and tilt your head a little to the left? Was what he wanted to reply. Of course, there's also the fact that he's not going to go up and sit right next to a stranger just because they asked him to. Heck, moreso especially because they asked him to.

Then he remembered the words. "Hi, I'm Greg." ...oh sh--- it means that now he has to introduce himself? Social normalities be damned, this world is doomed anyway - breaking a few social norms can't make things worse.

"No." He simply said. To everything.

He tried not to be rude because maybe this guy was just trying to be friendly, but as life has shown him, no one's ever really friendly. They few good people left in this world are dead or dying, everything else is a scam.

"I'm good." He said, not wanting to hurt the guy's feelings or anything. "Cheers."Thinking that it would put an end to the awkward situation. Little did he know that however, life was a time-tested bitch and the girl he was trying to use Greg as cover against, was now right in front of them before he could even notice it.

"Sir with the black hair, you seemed to have lost your ability to sing on stage earlier. Any reason for that?"

He was too late to do anything, now stuck in a pose between looking elsewhere and covering one side of his face with a hand. "...because I'm a bad singer." He said as a matter of factly, after a moment's deliberation, putting his hand down. Was it not the truth? He did not truly believe in his song's words, didn't that make him a bad singer? "And a stand-in."

Looking at the bartendresss for a moment, he narrowed his brow.

"Have you been in..." He stopped abruptly, then slumped back against the chair. Taking an audible breath, giving it some thought, then slowly, letting it out once more. "...sleeping well? You look tired." He explained the reason for this question.

Phantasm

No worries. @auspiciousPetal

@Smystar99I'll try to get my post in by 24 hours. :).

@Fetzen Sounds like it's rusting. :P. But who am I to talk? Mine are already rusted.