fifteen strings
[the sun was nearly set, just about that time when the city is first beginning to roll over into its nighttime schedule. That time of evening that things are starting to become entertaining. At the end of some second-floor hallway in the mansion, Legato is gazing out the window over the town...and taking a walk through the streets without setting foot there himself.]
[a brief smile, and he returns to himself for a moment, addressing the nearby journal]
So many interesting things occur in the city; the Castle sometimes seems like a sleepy vacation bungalow by comparison. It really is a pity that people don't take more notice of it.
[then his eyes unfocus, and he's in the street again]
((ooc: also an open post for the mansion and its ever-increasing inhabitants and visitors))
[a brief smile, and he returns to himself for a moment, addressing the nearby journal]
So many interesting things occur in the city; the Castle sometimes seems like a sleepy vacation bungalow by comparison. It really is a pity that people don't take more notice of it.
[then his eyes unfocus, and he's in the street again]
((ooc: also an open post for the mansion and its ever-increasing inhabitants and visitors))