[OPEN] Answering a call.
Characters: Fugue (fugue_angel), OPEN to all
Date/Time: Today, after receiving a strange dream
Location: Park Island, The City Without Walls
Rating: TBD. May change depending on various interactions and/or possible introduction of meta info.
Summary: Fugue comes out of hiding after receiving a strange dream. What awaits him now?
Note: Each thread will be treated as a different meeting.
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White suit, all muddied from running into various evil twins and pranksters. Sunglasses broken. The raven-haired man was sitting on a swing in the midst of the park. He seemed large and awkward sitting on that swing; though young, he seemed worn, weathered, and tired. Fugue had been hiding for well over a week, but after seeing something like that... he couldn't sit still anymore.
He had to get rid of it. But the question was, How?
It didn't seem like the work of the exile. No, it was too... direct to be the work of that man. Surely it was the work of someone else, utilizing those means.
No.
Fugue didn't like this at all, but at this rate, who was going to believe him? Who would come with him to find and confront that person?
Did he really want to confront him? There was a part of Fugue that was screaming this was just another mini-event, that it would also disappear, and Fugue would not have to worry about it. Still, if that was the case, how much longer should he take it sitting down? How much damage would this new being do? So he sat, waiting and pondering the various courses of action he could take.
... he felt trapped.
Date/Time: Today, after receiving a strange dream
Location: Park Island, The City Without Walls
Rating: TBD. May change depending on various interactions and/or possible introduction of meta info.
Summary: Fugue comes out of hiding after receiving a strange dream. What awaits him now?
Note: Each thread will be treated as a different meeting.
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White suit, all muddied from running into various evil twins and pranksters. Sunglasses broken. The raven-haired man was sitting on a swing in the midst of the park. He seemed large and awkward sitting on that swing; though young, he seemed worn, weathered, and tired. Fugue had been hiding for well over a week, but after seeing something like that... he couldn't sit still anymore.
He had to get rid of it. But the question was, How?
It didn't seem like the work of the exile. No, it was too... direct to be the work of that man. Surely it was the work of someone else, utilizing those means.
No.
Fugue didn't like this at all, but at this rate, who was going to believe him? Who would come with him to find and confront that person?
Did he really want to confront him? There was a part of Fugue that was screaming this was just another mini-event, that it would also disappear, and Fugue would not have to worry about it. Still, if that was the case, how much longer should he take it sitting down? How much damage would this new being do? So he sat, waiting and pondering the various courses of action he could take.
... he felt trapped.