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[aside from helping with whatever festival-related whims his brothers have had, Legato has managed to avoid most of the chaos so far. And now that the energy in town is finally beginning to die down as the sun's light whittles away, he leaves the shelter of his house to lounge out on the porch.
After he sits in the early-spring evening for a little bit, letting the cool air and the vaguely lingering activity of the town settle comfortably around him, he pulls out his journal.]
All of this effort toward the festival... and for what, exactly? I mean, precisely why are all of you doing this? Is it really for this Great One, does he actually care... or are you doing this for yourselves maybe? Perhaps it is habit, or 'tradition' as it is more popularly known. Tell me; I'm genuinely curious.
((ooc: open over the journals or in person for people to stop by and bother him. The oldest of the strange trio of brothers who were orphaned by the Third Party some years ago-- you know, that creepy one who lost his arm in the battle. The one who's kind of a prick. That's the guy, and he's hanging out on his porch in a thoughtful mood while the rest of you run around and have fun. --Dated to the evening before the festival))
After he sits in the early-spring evening for a little bit, letting the cool air and the vaguely lingering activity of the town settle comfortably around him, he pulls out his journal.]
All of this effort toward the festival... and for what, exactly? I mean, precisely why are all of you doing this? Is it really for this Great One, does he actually care... or are you doing this for yourselves maybe? Perhaps it is habit, or 'tradition' as it is more popularly known. Tell me; I'm genuinely curious.
((ooc: open over the journals or in person for people to stop by and bother him. The oldest of the strange trio of brothers who were orphaned by the Third Party some years ago-- you know, that creepy one who lost his arm in the battle. The one who's kind of a prick. That's the guy, and he's hanging out on his porch in a thoughtful mood while the rest of you run around and have fun. --Dated to the evening before the festival))