Apr 15, 2017 18:51:58 GMT -5
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Apr 13, 2017 18:01:42 GMT -5
Post by mark on Apr 13, 2017 18:01:42 GMT -5
[attr="class","bw-r-img"] [attr="class","bw-r-name"]world's dawn grand festival [attr="class","bw-r-fade"] [attr="class","bw-r-border"] [attr="class","bw-r-bg"] [attr="class","bw-desc"]description
Welcome to the World's Dawn Grand Festival, a yearly event that takes place in the Town of Origins, and commemorates every player in the game for lasting this long. This year also celebrates as the beginning of it all and the first time any player has had chance to participate in the event. From rooftops to the walls, the entire city is decorated in banners and other flags honoring the entire playerbase. Non-player characters from all sides of Gargantua have come to sell exclusive foods and items that many players may have never even seen. Stick around long enough and pick up an exclusive crafting material given by the people from Town of Origins.
requirements
• post three times in this thread with at least two posts in between
• mention one other player and what they're doing
• first two players don't have to mention anyone in first post
• give a quick summary of your post within your post somewhere
• feel free to keep posting after three posts
• ends 04/22
rewards
• adventurer's cloth ( armor crafting item )
• ₡25 ( money )
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Apr 15, 2017 16:23:34 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 11:27:39 GMT -5
Post by wisteria on Apr 15, 2017 11:27:39 GMT -5
| I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight |
Wisteria had heard about the event that the game was hosting, and his interest had been peaked. After all the sound of a rare item was enough to draw anyone to a place like this where it had all began, yet so many had already lost their lives. The beast tamer let out a soft sigh as he moved his hands in his pants and stepped into the town square. Yellow orbs glanced around but it seemed not many had come to the town yet.
That was surprising considering the talk of a rare item that could be found here if you showed up, though the white haired user was sure there was something else you had to do. Still for now Wist would be content to move around the festival and talk to various npcs and find out about the food and things they were selling. It really was a wonderful festival if only their lives weren't on the line and any major mistake here would mean that they would die in the real world.
Still if he didn't think about it too much this world could be rather enjoyable, so for just today Wist would try to relax and enjoy the festival. Maybe join up with a party or two as well.
[SUMMARY]
Wist is currently just looking around the festival waiting for some others to show up or for something interesting to happen.
@tag |
KAI'K @ WICKED WONDERLAND [googlefont=PT Sans Narrow] [googlefont=Economica]
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Apr 15, 2017 17:06:01 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 15:22:40 GMT -5
Post by rook on Apr 15, 2017 15:22:40 GMT -5
[nospaces] [googlefont=Karla] [googlefont=Inconsolata] [attr="class","surffcursor"] [attr="class","surfftxt"] A rainbow of brightly colored flags danced in the breeze, backdropping the rise and fall of conversing voices, deals brokered and parties formed. Cheer and laughter filled the plaza, atmosphere light. It seemed that the festivities had managed to temporarily dispel the cloud of fear and loss that hung over their heads since the game's inception.[break][break] For most players, at least. Head hung and shoulders slouched, Rook himself moved through town square as if it were a hissing pit of vipers, flinching at sudden motions and doggedly avoiding eye contact. He fared badly in crowds and festivals by extension, anxiety bubbling in the pit of his stomach as the throng gradually thickened. [break][break]Go in, grab the item, get out. He repeated the words to himself like a mantra, and in his agitated state ran headlong into another player. Knocked off his feet, Rook landed on his rear, palms digging into the ground. [break][break] Unbidden tears prickled at the corners of his eyes.  [attr="class","surfffooter"]rook walks into someone, falls, and starts crying [newclass=.surfftxt]text-align:justify; font: 11px Inconsolata; color:#707070; line-height: 14px;padding:5px;background-color:#fcfcfc;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfftxt b]text-decoration: none; font: 11px Karla;font-weight: 700;color:#656565;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter]width:auto;font: 10px Inconsolata;color: #707070;border-top: 1px #e0e0e0 solid;background-color:#fcfcfc;margin-top:10px;padding-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter-row]display: table-row;width:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter-col]float:left;display: table-column;width:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.surffcursor]cursor:url("http://i.imgur.com/gZJIyOu.png"), auto;[/newclass]
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Apr 15, 2017 16:45:06 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 16:08:24 GMT -5
Post by farsider on Apr 15, 2017 16:08:24 GMT -5
 Amidst the hustle and bustle of the Grand Festival, if one were to listen rather closely nearby one of the innermost concession tents they would find their ears tickled by the faint sounds of snoring. Though with all the players gathered in this spot, it was definitely a most difficult task, what with all the loud talking, footsteps, clanking of armor and weaponry. Still, it was possible to hear it nonetheless. Arms behind his head, laid back atop the tent, one who now only referred to himself as Farsider was enjoying a nap despite all the excitement that attempted to impose itself upon him. The man wasn't keen on festivities, that much was certain, but if anything all this just bothered him enough to make him want to ignore it. No one here seemed to give the slightest thought to their current predicament. No one was concerned with beating this game. No one had time for a swordhand looking to be hired and ready to defend them should the need arise on a quest or in a dungeon. They were all too busy with this great distraction. And so Farsider slept. That is until he felt a soft something plop into his lap. Jarred awake by the sudden bit of force, the white-haired samurai instantly shot up into a seated position. His eyes narrowed and slowly peered downward, mouth pulling down into a frown as he discovered the source. He jumped up and raised a fist to the sky, cursing the birds overhead, only to lose his footing and tumble off of the tent. No one stopped to aide him in his most vulnerable time. No one even seemed to notice the poor swordsman that had fallen on his face upon the stone walkway.
"Grr..." His arms thrusted outward, palms slamming to the ground and lifting the man up to his feet. Pain seethed into anger once more, embarrassment a thing of the past, "CAN'T YOU PEOPLE JUST TAKE THIS WHOLE THING A LITTLE SERIOUSLY, I MEAN COME ON-"Oh great. Everyone still ignored him and continued about with their FUN AND GAMES. With a sigh, Farsider rolled his shoulder and turned toward the eastern trail only to find himself stopped by a head of bushy, white hair, not dissimilar to his own. Looking down at its owner, he chuckled. "Sorry, didn't mean to get in your way, man. I mean... excuse me or whatever."
Summary: Farsider's nap is interrupted by a bird shitting on him and he nearly walks into Wisteria or some such. notes: #firstpost, #ohgodwhatamidoing
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Apr 15, 2017 16:55:17 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 16:25:03 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Apr 15, 2017 16:25:03 GMT -5
 [attr="class","scare"]EAT SHIT AND DIE! [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"] The festival was the kind of pussy boring shit that Rex really hated, but there wasn't much else to do for the day besides enjoy it and hope that someone decided to take a bag full of thick dookie and hurl it through a fan. Well there was good food and pretty bitches from time to time that could be moderately enjoyed... The long haired blonde had reached a hand to lazily cover his mouth as he yawned, sharp eyes squinting shut during the action. When he'd focus back on the crowded street before him, he'd catch rook and farsider having an awkward bro moment. One he felt entirely compelled to comment on whether they wanted it or not.
“...That's really gay.” He said in a disgusted raspy and youthful tone. With that he'd merely hiss under a breath and stalk past the two, narrowed gaze settled forward as he looked for something that wasn't going to end up giving him a stomach ache.... [attr="class","s arenotes"]- NSFW!!!!- NOTES: Rex ruined a perfectly fine Bromance between farsider and...someone. [googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Abel][newclass=.scare]font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:#7f3e96;font-family:oswald;letter-spacing:1px;padding:4px[/newclass][newclass=.scare1]font-size:15px;text-align:center;color:#B03131;font-family:abel;margin-top:-2px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare2]font-size:15px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#55ce30;margin-top:3px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare3]font-size:20px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#bdbdbd;border-bottom:2px solid #eaeaea;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.scarewords]font-size:11px;text-align:justify;padding:20px;color:#bdbdbd;[/newclass][newclass=.scarenotes]font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#a3a3a3;border-bottom:solid 2px #eaeaea;padding:10px;[/newclass]
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Apr 15, 2017 16:44:35 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 16:43:40 GMT -5
Post by wisteria on Apr 15, 2017 16:43:40 GMT -5
| I press the button and[break]it bursts into life[break]This time nothing will escape my sight |
The white haired male had only been there a moment or two before other cursors seemed to be heading into the festival grounds. It was thankfully easier to tell them apart from the npcs that littered the area, still Wist guessed it was pretty early into the festival for a lot of people and to have appeared just yet. Even so the beast tamer was sure someone would be interesting after all. It was only a moment before it seemed two players collided, and another white haired player seemed to come within his line of vision.
Wit gave the other a small smile and shook his head making his white locks move slightly. "You weren't bothering me at all, though you seem like you just came from a mission. " he said to the man. He was of course referring to the other's obvious ruffled looking clothing from falling only a moment or two ago. "So are you here because of the rare item or what?" he asked genuinely curious. Still it was nice to see some other people out and about - at least until he saw another person he did know that he wasn't one hundred percent sure he wanted to see again.
He gave a slight wave to Rex, even if he didn't want to be nice to him. "It's lovely to see you again." he managed to get out about the blonde, even if it was farther from the truth. "Still using your guns?" he asked giving a smile regardless. Yet with his luck maybe the blonde would go somewhere else and he would be able to instead spend time with the other white hair man.
[SUMMARY]
Wist talked to Farsider and acknowledged that Rex was there. I did not know who Rook bumped into so Wist didn't mention Rook directly, but he will once Rook tells someone.
farsider , kingrex , not sure who rook hit so leaving that out till the player decides. |
KAI'K @ WICKED WONDERLAND [googlefont=PT Sans Narrow][googlefont=Economica]
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Apr 15, 2017 18:24:12 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 18:00:50 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2017 18:00:50 GMT -5
Festivals breathed life into him. When he heard of what was happening in game, he cleaned himself up in a nearby inn and immediately headed to the very place he had avoided since things began. Perhaps it was silly of him to be uncomfortable in a town, or brash of him to immediately leave it and start camping in the nearby forest whenever he wasn't farming for ingredients, but it didn't change the fact that as soon as he stepped in, he felt like the walls were closing in on him. How important could the festival really be if it triggered his retreat response? Uh, very. 'cause festivals. Swinging his basket gently at his side while he walked, the catboy took in the sights, sounds, and smells. A broad smile quickly etched itself on his features and he resisted the urge to start humming some sort of nonsensical melody to himself. A few others already appeared to be gathering together, and not wanting to waste any time, he skipped merrily over to join them. Except one of them appeared to be crying, one bumped into someone else and made a terrible half-apology, and two were starting a conversation. What a dreary bunch they were! Taking a deep breath, he raised one hand in the air and waved it widely. "Excuse me! Would anyone be willing to go on an eating binge with me? Some of this stuff looks absolutely terrifying to eat. Isn't that exciting~?!" His eyes briefly fell on Rook. It nothing else, hopefully it'd give the guy an out if he needed it. ✉ tag -- ( festival thread ) ※ zephy wanders in, sees the awkward beginning, and invites peeps to try weird food with him ;D MADE BY ★MEULK
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Apr 16, 2017 1:30:58 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 18:03:16 GMT -5
Post by blank on Apr 15, 2017 18:03:16 GMT -5
The sky really does look beautiful.The World's Dawn Grand Festival was an ostentatious name when said in conversation but defined the festival perfectly. He couldn't remember the last time that he witnessed so many people gathering in one area. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time that he witnessed people at all. While he was lost in the sea of persons selling their wares or enjoying themselves, he found himself also adrift in his own mind. He blinked owlishly as he examined his clothing. It was poorly made and there were quite a few holes which allowed the occasional breeze to chill his skin but aside from that, it covered all that needed to be. Everything felt so far away even though it was very close. He could feel other people knocking into him, grumbling or giving their condolences before continuing on their way. He could smell food being prepared and the animals being cajoled into their cages. But it felt so bizarre to feel. He took a step forward as he felt someone knock into him and it came to mind that there were other people talking very close to him. Maybe they knew what was going on? He turned around to address the person who knocked into him only to be quieted as he noticed tears in their eyes. "I'm sorry, are you alright?"There were three other persons standing nearby and he opened his mouth to address them only to fall short as he noticed words floating above their heads. A person with cat ears atop of their head even came by to ask about trying food. It would've all been nice and even interesting to try if he just knew what was going on or who he was at that. "Excuse me," he called. wisteria rook farsider kingrex @zephyrus
He's woken up in a world that he isn't exactly sure of. But the biggest issue of it all is that he doesn't know who he is or where he's been come from. Asking a group of people for help seemed to be the best option but it isn't panning out well.
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Apr 18, 2017 18:26:54 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 18:56:37 GMT -5
Post by rook on Apr 15, 2017 18:56:37 GMT -5
[nospaces] [googlefont=Karla] [googlefont=Inconsolata] [attr="class","surffcursor"] [attr="class","surfftxt"] The earnest apology only made his tears well quicker from guilt, droplets slipping down his cheeks. He should've been the one to apologize — the collision had been his fault, after all. If only his body hadn't betrayed him like this, voice stuck in the back of his throat. Scrambling to his feet, Rook wiped harshly at his eyes with the back of his hand, obscuring his face. [break][break] After steadying himself with a few ragged breaths, he nodded at the other. "I—I'm fine, sorry," Rook mumbled, words barely audible over the background commotion. "Sorry for running into you—sorry."[break][break]He glanced around, scanning for an escape route. There was a huddle of players talking near them. His gaze glossed over the three figures, registering their presence without much attention to their names or appearances. At the arrival of another player, voice exuberant and suddenly loud enough to make Rook jump out of reflex, the space grew even more cramped. [break][break] The catperson caught his gaze. Rook immediately averted his eyes and shirked back. "Um, yeah. Exciting. I guess I'll...be going now..." he trailed off. [attr="class","surfffooter"]rook just wants to leave help [newclass=.surfftxt]text-align:justify; font: 11px Inconsolata; color:#707070; line-height: 14px;padding:5px;background-color:#fcfcfc;margin-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfftxt b]text-decoration: none; font: 11px Karla;font-weight: 700;color:#656565;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter]width:auto;font: 10px Inconsolata;color: #707070;border-top: 1px #e0e0e0 solid;background-color:#fcfcfc;margin-top:10px;padding-top:10px;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter-row]display: table-row;width:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.surfffooter-col]float:left;display: table-column;width:auto;[/newclass] [newclass=.surffcursor]cursor:url("http://i.imgur.com/gZJIyOu.png"), auto;[/newclass]
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Apr 15, 2017 19:27:25 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 19:26:15 GMT -5
Post by kingrex on Apr 15, 2017 19:26:15 GMT -5
[attr="class","scare"]EAT SHIT AND DIE! [attr="class","scare1"] [attr="class","scare2"] [attr="class","scare3"] [attr="class","scarewords"]If there was any flack to be had over his comment, he'd ignore it entirely, unless someone was dumb enough to take it to a physical level. Rex's leave was interrupted when a familiar figure approached. His sharp gaze shifting to wisteria as he was called out by the Tamer, “Hey there Snowflake....” Rex didn't sound to happy about the reunion either, teeth snarled at his annoying small talk, “Yeah...found any pets for that fuck-barn of yours?” He teased before reaching to rub the back of his neck. His attention was quick to snap to @zephyrus when there was talk about food, “Fuck yeah! You pay'n? I'll eat whatever the hell you want if it's free.” He declared, licking at a corner of his lips with a shark like grin. The femboy probably wasn't even talking to him, but he didn't give a shit..The world was his whether people knew it or not! [attr="class","s arenotes"]- NSFW!!!!- NOTES:Rex talks with wisteria and asks @zephyrus for free food. [googlefont=Oswald][googlefont=Abel][newclass=.scare]font-size:20px;text-align:center;color:#7f3e96;font-family:oswald;letter-spacing:1px;padding:4px[/newclass][newclass=.scare1]font-size:15px;text-align:center;color:#B03131;font-family:abel;margin-top:-2px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare2]font-size:15px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#55ce30;margin-top:3px;[/newclass][newclass=.scare3]font-size:20px;text-align:center;font-family:oswald;color:#bdbdbd;border-bottom:2px solid #eaeaea;padding:5px;[/newclass][newclass=.scarewords]font-size:11px;text-align:justify;padding:20px;color:#bdbdbd;[/newclass][newclass=.scarenotes]font-size:10px;text-align:center;color:#a3a3a3;border-bottom:solid 2px #eaeaea;padding:10px;[/newclass]
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Apr 16, 2017 1:33:23 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 19:40:18 GMT -5
Post by blank on Apr 15, 2017 19:40:18 GMT -5
"Is something scaring you?"He wasn't sure where he was or why he bothered to ask but the idea of leaving someone so close to tears to their own devices didn't sit well. The person who knocked into him seemed skittish with the activity around them which seemed justified. A man near them seemed hellbent on expressing his opinions and there were quite a few extroverted individuals. Even he was having a hard time keeping up with all of them as it was. "I'm lost," he said. "Do you know where we are or what is going on?"Too many questions could frighten the stranger, he reminded himself. But as the time ticked on and the more aware of his surroundings he became, he found that he didn't even know himself. It was irritating and a bit disheartening to have so many blanks with nothing to fill in the spaces but he'd have to make due. "I'm not going to hurt you and I'm not angry, I promise."
He managed to muster a tiny smile despite the empty feeling in his chest. It wouldn't do to show fear or uncertainty, he wasn't a fan of guilt especially when it came to making another person cry. kingrex wisteria rook farsider @zephyrus
Meeting someone and finding that they're a little scared of you isn't fun in teh slightest. However, he's controlling his anger as best as he possibly can while navigating through unknown waters. Hopefully he doesn't make this stranger cry.
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Apr 15, 2017 19:47:30 GMT -5
Post by farsider on Apr 15, 2017 19:47:30 GMT -5
Farsider yawned and patted down his yukata, making sure to keep from having to fully garb himself with it. He was never quite sure why, but it was so much more comfortable to wear with one sleeve off. He gave a mock gasp as the boy in front of him continued to talk, rubbing the terrible stain from his lap hastily. Afterward he chuckled, nodding as if he were listening the entire time, which he was... half-listening anyway.
"Mission, right. Uh huh." He tapped at the sword on his side lightly, "You could say that. I'm known to dabble in the jobbery which being a swordhand entails. For the unsavvy, a sellsword. Formally, you may call me a Samurai. My friends call me Farsider though." He then grimaced and turned his head slowly at the stray comment from a certain blonde haired ruffian. "Gay, huh? WELL IF I WERE GAY, WOULD I DO," Farsider looked around quickly before finally spotting a standard female NPC making her fifth passing through this area since the festival had began, "THIS?!" Grabbing her breast he gave an idiotic grin as she made the standard smack action which most villagers were programmed to perform if assaulted in such a way. It stung, but here... Well, he definitely wasn't Ferris anymore.
Summary: Farsider grabs boob. He proves just how gay he isn't. notes: #whodoesn'tloveboobies
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Apr 18, 2017 8:31:36 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 19:57:34 GMT -5
Post by elise on Apr 15, 2017 19:57:34 GMT -5
[attr="class","bluevelvet"] eli opts out of the ferocity of the crowd, hiding in some back ally. he picks at his mask to reveal his mouth, dry lips, then pathetically almost nibbles at his soft serve ice-cream. as expected, it pretends to be rich, creamy, but is just some poor man's imitation. he holds it at arms length, disappointed. before he realises, it's already a gloopy mess. strawberry isn't even his favourite - but he knows if he asks for his real favourite, he'll get all angsty again. with a sigh, he gets up from his spot and drops his ice-cream on the floor. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pulls back his mask. he spots the familiar white mop of a head not too far from the main festivities. mixed up in some complication, looks like. eli pays it no mind. he walks over and clamps his palm over his wrist instead, attempting to wordlessly drag him off. - eli's being rude and drags rook outta there rook |
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Apr 16, 2017 10:47:24 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 20:08:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2017 20:08:51 GMT -5
The fallen player was tended to by another, one who seemed more comforting than the others in the area. The exit plan he offered to try to save him face appeared unnecessary. It didn't go ignored, however, being responded to by a needlessly vulgar individual. "I--" Before Zephyrus could say that he felt fine with buying some of the food in reply to kingrex's statement, farsider went and did something that left him momentarily speechless. He groped an NPC.It might have been for the best that elise appeared and grasped hold of rook. Would blank follow or stay put? What would wisteria think about all of these sudden shenanigans? With the whispering starting among the crowd, things were certainly about to get a little bit interesting. How wonderful! "An acquaintance of yours?" Zephyrus asked idly, shooting a look over at kingrex. "I'll gladly buy the food, nyao, but you owe him a drink."✉ tag -- ( festival ) ※ *grabs popcorn* zephy watched shit happen and commented on it. lame post is lame, sorry! MADE BY ★MEULK
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Apr 16, 2017 1:34:43 GMT -5
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Apr 15, 2017 20:27:30 GMT -5
Post by blank on Apr 15, 2017 20:27:30 GMT -5
He wasn't sure if the people around him were to be relied on at all. The one that he asked for answers was approached by another who seemed to be dead set on pulling him away. With that in mind, it may have been best for the two of them to go in peace. A resounding slap which soon became background noise among the commotion in the crowd caught his attention and he winced. A woman in the crowd was groped by one of the people closest to him and she was not happy in the slightest. The person with animal-like ears seemed astonished enough for Blank to deduce that they hadn't known it was going to occur. The others reacted in their own ways but he was more inclined to figure out where and when he was. He stepped away from the person in front of him and glanced up at the words floating above their head. "I apologize for the inconvenience.. Rook." Rook, as he presumed the stranger's name to be, and the person by his side — Elise as they may have been named. "You as well, Elise." He offered a small smile before turning his attention to the person with cat-ears, their name being.. Zephyrus? He wondered if there was a name floating above his own head or if it would give him some type of direction to turn to. Approaching though keeping a wide berth just in case, he nodded his head in their direction. "Zephyrus..?" @zephyrus rook farsider elise
The one person that he thought could explain to him who he was or what he would be doing isn't to be found. But now, all he can do is ask around with someone else. Thankfully there's someone closeby to talk to, notably a young lady.. gent.. with animal-like ears. Interesting.
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