The Savant

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Banned because winter isn't coming. It has came. There is snow on the ground now.

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Banned for not being gaslighted into believing that they are a Pokémon by a Pokémon addict.

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banned for not being on RPG for at least half of a decade.

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banned for being so new to the site.

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Banned for no signature

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Banned for not making it right and double teaming someone else.

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Banned for having too good of a profile picture.

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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Moxi, the enigmatic Russian with a hint of danger in his demeanor, had sensed Ana’s curiosity and fascination from the moment they crossed paths. Her coy smile and the way she followed him hinted at a mutual intrigue, a curious dance between two souls with curiosity for one another. She was new in town and neither of them grew up in Sanctuary from his understanding and short talks with her during their cornhole tournament.

As Ana’s soft voice reached him, a hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of Moxi’s lips. “You arrre velkome, my dearrrr,” he replied in his thick Russian accent, his icy blue eyes locking onto hers with a flirtatious glint and a hidden annoyance. He hated being asked to do things especially for strangers, but he would try to play nice for the moment.

Before he could make a move toward the nearest alcohol vendor, Ana was interrupted by Lily’s sudden intervention. He observed the exchange, the concerned friend attempting to steer Ana away from him, casting aspersions upon his character. Moxi knew well enough that his reputation in the small town was far from pristine. However, he couldn’t deny the allure of Ana’s presence, her defiance of conventional wisdom, and her desire for something different.

Ana’s reassurance and her decision to continue on their path sent a wave of satisfaction through Moxi. He appreciated her independence, the smark in her eye that matched his own adventurous spirit. Moments passed in between that observation and his kind gesture of getting the woman an alcoholic drink. As she took Lily’s hand and they approached him once more, he couldn’t help but flash a charming smile.

“My dearrrr Ana, a rrrum and koke forrr you, as you vish,” Moxi purred, his eyes never leaving hers as he spoke. He then turned to Lily with a polite nod, “Forrr you, Lily, vhat vould you like? Perrrphaps a Moskov Mule to match my orrrigins?” Knowing that she didn’t like him. He wanted to play a game.

Moxi knew the game they were playing, the unspoken connection that had sparked between them. He was more than willing to indulge in a little flirtation and excitement, knowing that Ana was a woman who could handle herself. In this small town, they were two souls out of the ordinary amongst the townsfolk.

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Location Festival
Interaction(s) @The Muse Ana @Viciousmarrow Lily

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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As Peyton approached Doctor Fitkau, he could not help but notice the other man’s attire and the subtle signs of weariness in his demeanor. His casual, rugged appearance contrasted with the festive atmosphere of the fair. The doctor remembered how Peyton approached him in times of personal difficulty and the doctor appreciated that the man stepped forward to confide in him. The man sitting alone, currently, always welcomed the opportunities to chat with anyone even outside of formal discussions.

“Good evening, Peyton,” he replied with a warm smile as he offered a kind gesture of greeting and put his attention to the younger man. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll stick to the ‘leaf water’ for now.” Doctor Fitkau gestured towards his cup of tea and the plate of chips that were left on each and every table.

When he asked if he could sit down, he nodded and motioned to the empty chair across from him. “Of course, please, have a seat.”

As he reminisced about the festival and how it had changed over the years, he listened attentively. Peyton struck him as a person who appreciated the simple joys of life, and his description of watching the festival in a small bar years ago seemed to reflect that sentiment.

“It’s amazing how things evolve,” He remarked, glancing over at the band. “They’ve certainly come a long way. But sometimes, the charm of those small, intimate gatherings can be just as special.”

Doctor Fitkau watched as Peyton relaxed, and he couldn't help but sense that he was using this conversation as a way to momentarily escape the solitude of his empty home. The doctor made a mental note to inquire about how he was coping with the loneliness when the moment felt right, all while maintaining the role of a friendly ear and a source of support in his life.

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Interaction(s) Peyton @PrinceAlexus

~ Welcome to Sanctuary ~

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The festival happening in Sanctuary was still in full swing, the air thick with the sweet scent of cotton candy and the lively chatter of the townsfolk. Thomas Fischer, the sheriff of Sanctuary, had just stepped off the stage after a somewhat anxiety-ridden and bothersome moment. As he made his way through the crowded square, he tried to make himself look as small as possible, shoulders hunched, and his Stetson hat pulled low over his brow to shield his eyes from the curious glances of the townsfolk.

He had never been much of a social butterfly —- even if he was a friendly and talkative individual — always feeling out of place in large gatherings like these. His heart still raced from the awkward exchange on the stage. The date auction. Never again, he thought to himself. He would never allow his policemen to talk him into doing something like that again.

Thomas finally found a vacant table on the outskirts of the center of the festival, hidden away from the main hustle and bustle. He slid into the wooden chair, sighing as he leaned back and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to regain his composure. The warm glow of the festival flights overheard bathed the area in soft, comforting ambiance.

He adjusted his hat again, making sure it shaded his eyes completely, effectively shielding him from the prying eyes of the festival-goers. He didn’t want to face the inevitable questions about the date auction or his personal life in general.

With his hat as his fortress, Thomas tried to lose himself in the sights and sounds of the fair. He could hear the joyful laughter of children, the cheerful melodies of a nearby band beginning to start, and the clinking of bottles at the lemonade stand. He took a deep breath, savoring the scent of roasted corn drifting from a food stand nearby.

As he opened his eyes and gazed out at the colorful booths and lovely crowds, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him. The festival had a way of bringing the community together, even if he always felt like the odd one out. For a moment, he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the simple pleasures of the Sanctuary festival, the worries and awkward moments from the stage fading into the background.

Thomas Jay Fischer, a working man, may not have been the life of the party, but on this warm summer evening, hidden behind his hat and away from prying eyes, he found solace in the camaraderie of his fellow townsfolk and the vibrant spirit of the festival.

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Location Somewhere at the festival
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