Eighty-First
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[Click. A harsh burst of laughter that dissolves into equally sharp words.]
Another way out? You'd think the City didn't want me here, wouldn't you?
...Let's hope it sticks this time.
[A pause, in which the only sound is the tapping of a boot. When he speaks again, his tone is airier.]
...There are a few last gifts for some of you. The rest of my things, I expect left alone.
[The fluttering and flapping of feathers and wings, and then silence until the time runs out. Click.]
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((OOC: Bid a fond farewell? He won't be replying to anything, as he's stepped out, but for the record, he'll miss this place more than he'd have you all think. ^_- And he's conjured up trinkets of sorts for River, Belial, and Faye. Bit too temperamental to bother with anyone else, I'm afraid. >.>))
[Click. A harsh burst of laughter that dissolves into equally sharp words.]
Another way out? You'd think the City didn't want me here, wouldn't you?
...Let's hope it sticks this time.
[A pause, in which the only sound is the tapping of a boot. When he speaks again, his tone is airier.]
...There are a few last gifts for some of you. The rest of my things, I expect left alone.
[The fluttering and flapping of feathers and wings, and then silence until the time runs out. Click.]
[End Voice Post]
((OOC: Bid a fond farewell? He won't be replying to anything, as he's stepped out, but for the record, he'll miss this place more than he'd have you all think. ^_- And he's conjured up trinkets of sorts for River, Belial, and Faye. Bit too temperamental to bother with anyone else, I'm afraid. >.>))
