Enter: One Rhyming Wizard [active/open]
Character(s): Epros, open
Content: Epros enters Paixao and I fail at summaries
Setting: Near Joutenheim
Time: Early evening
Warnings: None
Epros stared down at the device in his hand, the side of a finger barely touching his lips and his brows knit in confusion. It looked a little like a voice recorder, similar to the one Ari had used on the Hero Rosalyn and Evil King Stan before they all fought that man. But that was only with a lot of squinting, a loose association, and a quick glance over at the pamphlets-all of which were currently floating open nearby. A “journal,” they had called this? It looked less like a journal than a voice recorder.
“Curious… most curious indeed,” the wizard mused to himself. “I wonder if there is anything else to read.” With a small wave of the hand, the pamphlets closed themselves and gathered together, and Epros snatched them from the air and put them away for later.
The man at the gate hadn’t been much help, really. He seemed confused when Epros had tried to ask him questions, which was not a new occurrence by many means-many were those thrown off by his way of speech-but this seemed to go a little bit beyond that. The man had been very intent on knowing his name and getting out these devices and pamphlets. It was almost as though that were the only thing he could think of to do. Suspicious… and a little disturbing. “Could it be that in this deportation, I have stumbled across a similar situation?”
The wizard looked at the city ahead of him, its shining splendor taking on an entirely different light. A small frown on his face, Epros made for a nearby building, gently landing and proceeding to take a seat on the edge of its roof. Here would be a nice place to figure out this “journal,” he decided. If there were others in a similar situation to himself, it would be best to learn what they knew, after all.
Content: Epros enters Paixao and I fail at summaries
Setting: Near Joutenheim
Time: Early evening
Warnings: None
Epros stared down at the device in his hand, the side of a finger barely touching his lips and his brows knit in confusion. It looked a little like a voice recorder, similar to the one Ari had used on the Hero Rosalyn and Evil King Stan before they all fought that man. But that was only with a lot of squinting, a loose association, and a quick glance over at the pamphlets-all of which were currently floating open nearby. A “journal,” they had called this? It looked less like a journal than a voice recorder.
“Curious… most curious indeed,” the wizard mused to himself. “I wonder if there is anything else to read.” With a small wave of the hand, the pamphlets closed themselves and gathered together, and Epros snatched them from the air and put them away for later.
The man at the gate hadn’t been much help, really. He seemed confused when Epros had tried to ask him questions, which was not a new occurrence by many means-many were those thrown off by his way of speech-but this seemed to go a little bit beyond that. The man had been very intent on knowing his name and getting out these devices and pamphlets. It was almost as though that were the only thing he could think of to do. Suspicious… and a little disturbing. “Could it be that in this deportation, I have stumbled across a similar situation?”
The wizard looked at the city ahead of him, its shining splendor taking on an entirely different light. A small frown on his face, Epros made for a nearby building, gently landing and proceeding to take a seat on the edge of its roof. Here would be a nice place to figure out this “journal,” he decided. If there were others in a similar situation to himself, it would be best to learn what they knew, after all.