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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 23:26:35 GMT
Talon thrived in Richu’s capital. They were right at home at places like these. Places with bright lights and never-ending background noise. It’s what Richu had a limitless supply of. Neon lights and constant sound. They’d done a lot of traveling, but mostly through outside means. Teleportation having a cap of five hundred feet wasn’t much. Talon had arrived at Richu by boat and had been living here for the last—however long they’d been here. Time was hard when you were an ageless nature spirit. Yes, a nature spirit that loved the big city. The universe was funny like that. The haltija balanced precariously on the curb of the sidewalk. It was night, but cars were still on the road and visibility was not problem with all of the lights. It looked almost like Talon might tip over at any minute and into the traffic, but they weren’t unconcerned. They’d just whisk themself a few feet away from any danger. The perks of magic in the capital, right?
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Post by 0 on Oct 9, 2017 5:16:15 GMT
A short man walked the streets of the neon city.
Donning a V-striped sweater vest and dark brown denim pants, he certainly didn't look like he belonged in this cyberpunk town. But Richu, even its capital, Serpentsmouth, was hardly the place to care much about yet one more illegal immigrant.
He walked along the sidewalk, ruddy brown hair mussed up aboard his flat dome, staring up at the highways that rose sky-high in twists and turns around buildings that seemed impossibly tall. When he eventually tore his gaze away, he noticed someone balancing on the street curb.
Even as the stranger rocked back-and-forth, there wasn't much in his way, and so he continued blithely on in his approach. He was ready to pass the person by, but, for some reason, found himself stopping, a hand pushing into one of his pants' pockets, where his fingers played with a fistful of coins that rested therein.
"Excuse my forwardness," he said after a moment's breath, turning his head only halfway to face the stranger, "but would you allow me to buy you a drink?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2017 14:51:37 GMT
Talon paused in their wobbly journey to turn towards the new person. They flashed a grin at him and said and replied, “No need to apologize, I’d allow it.” They hopped off the curb to stand besides the short man. “I’m Talon. What should I call you?” They didn’t comment on how he looked out of place in the city. There were stranger things to be found in Serpentsmouth than someone’s choice of clothing.
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Post by 0 on Oct 12, 2017 17:09:54 GMT
The man smiled, a meek grin that curled up the corners of his lips. He hadn't quite expected such a ready response, and in the affirmative, no less!
He lifted the hand in his pocket up to his messily-haired brow, as though to tip a hat that was not there. "'Poisson' is fine," he said.
As his hand fell from his brow, he made a small gesture with the other one, meant to urge the stranger to follow him, and began to continue on his path down the sidewalk. "What drinks do you prefer?" he asked. "Coffee, tea?"
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