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auroraexpress2019-05-20 02:26 am
luckyheart) wrote in auroraexpress2019-05-20 02:26 am
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a bond. definitely.
Who: you (?)
When: day 23, noonish
Where: out...side...?
[So while you were all at the meeting or avoiding it, a new guy woke up in Licorice, took a few minutes to get dressed and orient himself, and climbed out the window. While dodging his fellow heroes he explored a bit, then spent some time poking around his Chain and grilling the Construct until he figured he had a decent idea of what was going on. After that, he sat and thought.
And then he came back to the train. Now, as the meeting lets out and lunchtime is upon us all, there's a strange and unfamiliar red-haired man in his late 20s in the middle of the clearing, throwing himself on the ground and wailing as loudly as possible.
Fortunately since he's in licorice uniform, it's immediately clear you'll get paid to deal with this! Oooor you could choose not to and just listen to it while you try to mind your own business.]
When: day 23, noonish
Where: out...side...?
[So while you were all at the meeting or avoiding it, a new guy woke up in Licorice, took a few minutes to get dressed and orient himself, and climbed out the window. While dodging his fellow heroes he explored a bit, then spent some time poking around his Chain and grilling the Construct until he figured he had a decent idea of what was going on. After that, he sat and thought.
And then he came back to the train. Now, as the meeting lets out and lunchtime is upon us all, there's a strange and unfamiliar red-haired man in his late 20s in the middle of the clearing, throwing himself on the ground and wailing as loudly as possible.
Fortunately since he's in licorice uniform, it's immediately clear you'll get paid to deal with this! Oooor you could choose not to and just listen to it while you try to mind your own business.]
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[Let her live.]
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[His tantrum is 100% gone now. It was never real to begin with and now he's distracted, rolling over and sitting up to get a better look.]
Are you a spirit?
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[She stares down at him. Her eyes are faintly glowing since she's tired and a little wound up, but...well, godlike? Maybe a god of smol dumbass.]
I'm Nightkin.
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[What's this conversation going.]
I'm not technically truly immortal, nor is my form and power determined by what people believe about me, thank gods, so I cannot be a spirit.