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voice/action; un: tacocat
WHO: Raha and you!
WHERE: Libra and also a bonus action option.
WHEN: In the latter half of the month.
WHAT: A catboy wakes up and is confused as hell.
WARNINGS: Possible talk of serious health diagnoses but it will be warned for in subthreads if it happens.
[voice;]
[This silver-tongued stranger speaks with a rich, warm tone—but he also sounds a bit dazed.]
Greetings! My name is Raha Baldesion, and I've only just been released from... ah, call it extended medical leave.
While I grow accustomed to moving around again, if someone could tell me how best to contact POKEGO, I would be grateful. I had been an apprentice before all of the unpleasantness and it might be best if I start there. I could have lingered a while longer in that underground compound—which seemed quite well-built and extensive, truly an impressive feat of engineering—but I thought it best to get some sun after so long.
I shall have to return after exploring the city proper.
[That includes the tower, which he doesn't necessarily want to reveal his connection to. He might not even have a connection. All his stupid blood has gotten him thus far is a bad allergy.]
Ah! Speaking of which, what sights do you all recommend? I will also accept suggestions of the gastronomic variety.
[He has no money, but he'll... figure something out. His body may be weird and creaky now but he has all the fire and entrepreneurial spirit one could ever need. Maybe too much of it, sometimes.]
[action; the crystal tower]
[He has more questions than that, so many more questions, but he prefers to learn some things on his own terms. So he decides to start his new exercise regimen by ascending all several thousand of the Crystal Tower's stairs. Dressed in plain street clothes and a black hoodie, he looks more like he's casing the place than exploring, except that he takes out an old journal every once in a while and scribbles down some notes. Also, hard to ignore the fluffy red cat tail, even if he keeps the hood up. He's very surprised to find that many of the floors have been converted into near-conventional living spaces, but it just makes him take more notes and sometimes he even draws the new additions.
One might also find him struggling against a loose monster, pinned down while a staff made of light remains the only thing keeping its blade from slicing into (mostly) tender catboy.]
I... shall not... yield!
[This sounds so dramatic and the enemy is just one armored beast with a giant sword. He feels so lame.]
WHERE: Libra and also a bonus action option.
WHEN: In the latter half of the month.
WHAT: A catboy wakes up and is confused as hell.
WARNINGS: Possible talk of serious health diagnoses but it will be warned for in subthreads if it happens.
[voice;]
[This silver-tongued stranger speaks with a rich, warm tone—but he also sounds a bit dazed.]
Greetings! My name is Raha Baldesion, and I've only just been released from... ah, call it extended medical leave.
While I grow accustomed to moving around again, if someone could tell me how best to contact POKEGO, I would be grateful. I had been an apprentice before all of the unpleasantness and it might be best if I start there. I could have lingered a while longer in that underground compound—which seemed quite well-built and extensive, truly an impressive feat of engineering—but I thought it best to get some sun after so long.
I shall have to return after exploring the city proper.
[That includes the tower, which he doesn't necessarily want to reveal his connection to. He might not even have a connection. All his stupid blood has gotten him thus far is a bad allergy.]
Ah! Speaking of which, what sights do you all recommend? I will also accept suggestions of the gastronomic variety.
[He has no money, but he'll... figure something out. His body may be weird and creaky now but he has all the fire and entrepreneurial spirit one could ever need. Maybe too much of it, sometimes.]
[action; the crystal tower]
[He has more questions than that, so many more questions, but he prefers to learn some things on his own terms. So he decides to start his new exercise regimen by ascending all several thousand of the Crystal Tower's stairs. Dressed in plain street clothes and a black hoodie, he looks more like he's casing the place than exploring, except that he takes out an old journal every once in a while and scribbles down some notes. Also, hard to ignore the fluffy red cat tail, even if he keeps the hood up. He's very surprised to find that many of the floors have been converted into near-conventional living spaces, but it just makes him take more notes and sometimes he even draws the new additions.
One might also find him struggling against a loose monster, pinned down while a staff made of light remains the only thing keeping its blade from slicing into (mostly) tender catboy.]
I... shall not... yield!
[This sounds so dramatic and the enemy is just one armored beast with a giant sword. He feels so lame.]