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[herald_eonwe]

*contemplative* *slight sneer*

*walks through town, smouldering*

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[irime]

*is walking along the street, nose buried in her sketchbook as she flips pages and compares various studies of the portrait for Turgon*

*walks into you*

Ouch.

[herald_eonwe]

*arches an eyebrow* Forgive me, I was in my own world.

[irime]

Yes, I know the-

*actually looks up*

Oh.

*walks around you in a circle*

[herald_eonwe]

*stays still, watching you out of the corner of his eye*

[vala_child]

*manages to get away to the park for a bit* :)

*sees you across the way*

*stops, unsure if she should turn around or not*

[herald_eonwe]

Hello, Ilaya.

[vala_child]

*takes in a short breath*

Eönwë?

[herald_eonwe]

Yes.

*takes a final drag of his cigarette*

I hope you're feeling better.

[_annatar]

I'm uncertain if I should feel heartened or apprehensive by that.

[herald_eonwe]

*picks you up and throws you through the wall of the nearest building*

[_annatar]

. . .

*loses consciousness*

[herald_eonwe]

*reaches in through the rubble and pins you to the wall*

*slaps you till you come round*

[might_arisen]

*glowers at you from the shadows*

[herald_eonwe]

Hiding, Melkor?

[might_arisen]

I prefer the phrase skulking. So much more dramatic.

[herald_eonwe]

Cowardly, I would say.