Who: The Medicine Seller and whoever.
What: The creeper's first appearance in the city.
Where: Gardens > City
When: Day
Warnings: He's a creep. Also if you're some supernatural being he probably knows it, and if you don't want him to just tell me. He skirts around subjects a lot anyway. Also you can switch to action brackets if so inclined.
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She gained more and more confidence with each step, until she was peering around as curiously as ever. It helped, she supposed, that there wasn't any major damage from the Vengeance Children debacle left anymore.
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He passed by the blonde girl with mute interest, the jingling of the box on his back likely to catch her attention and the slight flutter of his robes when he strolled on past. He only cast her a brief glance, but it was entirely up to her if she was so inclined to investigate.
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There was something...unsettling about the man(?), but Yako was well inoculated against the strange and unnatural by this point. Whatever her time with Neuro hadn't forced her to grow accustomed to, Promenade had.
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"Good afternoon," he greeted quietly, accenting every syllable more than he rightfully should have, taking his time even saying something so simple. He nodded his head to bow properly in return, "Are you ... ...a resident or a visitor?"
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She brushed her bangs out of her eyes, more of a cross between a nervous twitch and the need to do something than her vision being obscured. "I take it you just..." She paused for a moment, before finding an appropriate word. "Woke up?"
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Woke up. What a hilarious choice of words, "Perhaps."
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She wondered if he was always this painstakingly vague and quiet, or if he was still digesting whatever twist of fate had brought him to Promenade.
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"I have..." there was a ten second lapse this time, "Read it all..."
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After all, there was nothing really threatening about the man. He was just...different, on some level she couldn't quite describe. Not like a god, not like a demon, not like a murderer...different.
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"What of you? Exploring? or perhaps... lost?"
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"A way back home. Can you not dream of it?" he thought back to the mirror in his room momentarily, "Or perhaps...you can only see it...and cannot quite reach."
"Oh~...?"
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She didn't like thinking about what it might mean if those people hadn't wound up back home.
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"Have you?" returned, that is.
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