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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 4, 2018 8:53:20 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| A disheartened sigh escaped from between Dieter’s parted lips, muted by the deafening roar of the Clocktower as it’d chimed Twelve ‘O’clock. His petite, alabaster fingers drummed absentmindedly against his right cheek, his smoky eyes studying the menu set before him with feigned interest. It took his waitress clearing her throat once or twice to snap him from his momentary daze. His head craned in her direction, blinking once or twice before he’d glanced down at the menu one final time. He’d gnawed on the right corner of his lower lip, his indecisiveness rearing its’ ugly head at an inopportune moment. After perhaps thirty seconds, Dieter finally decided to order a tropical fruit salad, some sort of sandwich which was paired with a piping hot glass of herbal tea. He’d placed his payment in the waitress’ outstretch hand, opting to tip her for her patience.
Once she’d left his presence, his brows furrowed in frustration. He’d spent the better half of his morning pestering the numerous shop keeps, inquiring about a rumor of someone claiming to be an Emperor. While the man they’d described sounded nothing like either Belias or Weigraff, Dieter was certain someone of high-ranking nobility would have connections – those connections might be able to provide him with a new lead to follow. Of course, Dieter had also inquired about Syel’s recent fascination with the Heartless. They’d mentioned something about a Mysterious Tower that was only accessible by a Magic Train. A handful of children had commented that the Woods and the Old Mansion on the outskirts of town. If nothing came up, he’d fully intended to investigate the latter – he’d sensed it was the more promising of the two leads.
His waitress returned with the food he’d ordered, which he’d proceeded to pick at. Half-heartedly stabbing at his food with his fork, chewing on it as he’d reached into the satchel at his side and retrieved an aged leather journal. He’d flipped through it’s pages, carefully tracing its’ content with the tips of his finger. He’d paused when he’d came upon a flower pressed between its’ pages, smiling fondly to himself before he’d turned the page once more – it was a Flowering Cactoids’ blossom, a memoir of his first hunt with Ysera.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2018 18:43:04 GMT -5
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Ainn was used to people that often took their time, her curiously looking over at the man as she mulled over whether he was bad at decision-making or just a bit picky, her faintly silver almost white hair being moved out of the way as she adjusts her hoodie down a bit. She herself ordered a smiple meal comprised of coffee and a sandwich, something she thought of as unassuming and non-disruptive to the world since it required no effort on a grand scale as what she'd seen some patrons order. She often watched people as the came and went, sometimes having to ignore people who'd try to either flirt with or talk to her, trying to come off as antisocial as being social in a world not her own regardless of it not existing as fas as she knows would very much disrupt the world in some way. Meddling in the affairs of other worlds was something she knew people did, but wasn't personally a fan of, her usually attempting to stop in some way shape or form.
She looked over to the man, his journal seemingly opened as she seemed entertained. She watched him as she ate, her order arriving soon after his, having nothing better to do really. Besides, if it came down to anything serious, she could easily fade into the crowd and once again become nothing but a rumor among the people.
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