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[Legato hadn't exactly been hiding since his arrival. He'd been...waiting.
Waiting for this delusional dream to end, waiting for someone to try and remove him from the apartment he'd claimed as 'his', waiting for something--anything--to make sense. ...Waiting for instruction, perhaps.
When he finally realizes that waiting is turning out to be entirely fruitless, there really is no end to this absurdity in sight, he finally pulls himself to his feet and sets out into town. He is done waiting. It is now time to begin watching.
So, he finds himself in the center of town, just as evening is settling. The perfect time to observe how the town begins to wrap itself up for the night. Where do all the little people go? How many linger in the streets as the sun disappears? Is it all really real? Sitting on a bench, somewhere off to the side, he hangs his head wearily and observes-- with his ears, his eyes, his mind. ...Though, that last sense, the one he relies so strongly on, still feels dulled and blinded. It's worrying. The radius that he feels the pings of active minds is so limited, and some of what he is picking up just doesn't seem right at all. And so, he feels this needs to be tested...]
((ooc: Dated to evening. Legato is watching you in town! See this post and his permission post first, please))
Waiting for this delusional dream to end, waiting for someone to try and remove him from the apartment he'd claimed as 'his', waiting for something--anything--to make sense. ...Waiting for instruction, perhaps.
When he finally realizes that waiting is turning out to be entirely fruitless, there really is no end to this absurdity in sight, he finally pulls himself to his feet and sets out into town. He is done waiting. It is now time to begin watching.
So, he finds himself in the center of town, just as evening is settling. The perfect time to observe how the town begins to wrap itself up for the night. Where do all the little people go? How many linger in the streets as the sun disappears? Is it all really real? Sitting on a bench, somewhere off to the side, he hangs his head wearily and observes-- with his ears, his eyes, his mind. ...Though, that last sense, the one he relies so strongly on, still feels dulled and blinded. It's worrying. The radius that he feels the pings of active minds is so limited, and some of what he is picking up just doesn't seem right at all. And so, he feels this needs to be tested...]
((ooc: Dated to evening. Legato is watching you in town! See this post and his permission post first, please))