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*enters, perfectly normally -- no, really, there's nothing at all unusual about his entrance, he'll simply walk in, glancing about him like any normal boy would do* *he's about sixteen or seventeen, though he could be somewhat younger or eternally older -- he's of average height, with average features, and he's wearing a black robe studded with stars that seems to react to a nonexistant light wind*
*there may be something odd about him; he may seem to stand out more than the average person -- to be more striking, as a whole, and those more inclined towards the not-quite-average may pick up on it quicker, for the smile he gives after a moment really is quite ordinary*
I'm Lobsang -- Lobsang Ludd. At least, I think so. *and the smile will grow a little at that, though it may become faintly wry* I suppose there's no point asking where I am?
Typist: From Terry Pratchett's Thief of Time -- the end, which means he's sort of a spoiler by existing, but...it's Discworld, so be warned but not too disappointed. XD
*there may be something odd about him; he may seem to stand out more than the average person -- to be more striking, as a whole, and those more inclined towards the not-quite-average may pick up on it quicker, for the smile he gives after a moment really is quite ordinary*
I'm Lobsang -- Lobsang Ludd. At least, I think so. *and the smile will grow a little at that, though it may become faintly wry* I suppose there's no point asking where I am?
Typist: From Terry Pratchett's Thief of Time -- the end, which means he's sort of a spoiler by existing, but...it's Discworld, so be warned but not too disappointed. XD