[Today there is a Liberator dragging his sorry self back into the village, and cursing the Malnosso for dumping him on the opposite end of the village from his destination. He doesn't look too bad for returning from a kidnapping, although he's bruised his lip somehow and his white shirt appears to be stuck to his chest by little spots of dried blood in a peculiar pattern. He's also missing a shoe.
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
It's a long trudge back to community building #6 with only one boot.
It's going to be a trudge that seems even longer when he gets there to find his apartment unoccupied. What. But wait, there's a note. ...He just passed house 32 to get here. Veros, why do you do these terrible things to him? ...Aside from the obvious. He looks at the note, and then in the direction of house 32. Note, house, note, house, note, house... journal.
They were the ones that decided to move residences without him.]
I have returned. Edward, bring my shoe.
((OOC: And, back. If I still have tags, I'm getting to them now. Figured you don't need an extra post clogging your flists.))
[Good day, Luceti.
Today, there is a man striding boldly into the village wearing nothing but the (previously) white New Feather pants. They are more muddy than anything else now, especially in the back and on the knees. He is also carrying a tree branch as though it was a weapon of great power, and has his journal tucked under one arm. Some of you might even recognize him.
He doesn't appear to be going anywhere in particular. Just looking around, somewhat consternated.
Also, it is cold. And raining. This is not ideal.]
... This is not Fayel.
Today, there is a man striding boldly into the village wearing nothing but the (previously) white New Feather pants. They are more muddy than anything else now, especially in the back and on the knees. He is also carrying a tree branch as though it was a weapon of great power, and has his journal tucked under one arm. Some of you might even recognize him.
He doesn't appear to be going anywhere in particular. Just looking around, somewhat consternated.
Also, it is cold. And raining. This is not ideal.]
... This is not Fayel.
Not Fayel
getting a bit concerned
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