Yours Truly

To be honest saying that you're nothing special is self deprecation, and not everyone can appreciate self deprecation, and that makes you a little bit special don't you think? Insane troll logic aside it doesn't really matter what you think will happen; I mean you should have lived long enough to know that sometimes random things happen; who knows, maybe in a couple of weeks you might have written a compelling fanfic, or joined an RP and became competent at it, or maybe, just maybe you find a bug and help squash it; we all get our moments in the limelight my dear.

Solomon caught the ring, and slipped it onto his right ring finger, and he flexed his muscles... so to speak as the book Edmond had been carrying floated to the air and turned into a stack of much slimmer volumes, which flew through the air and made a half circle as they seemed to be tossed back into the sky by an invisible juggler, after a few moments of this, the books flew back towards Edmond, landing softly on his right hand; before turning back into a single Latin translated copy of the Margites. the grey cloaked man smiled "You know I usually don't go around giving those away for free, but to be honest; you look like the sort of man to appreciate it's worth; that and today has been really weird; a good book can help make things feel more normal; I'll see you later". The grey cloaked man walked slowly outside, and he turned to Theodore "Let's go, I've got what I needed from this place". He noticed the.... death mage conversing with the vid actor, and he wondered what they were talking about; but he simply went past them; they didn't have anything he wanted, and he could never really get along with those Scythe and black robe carrying, bind spirits to the bodies of the dead and let's destroy the world types. and besides; it's not like they had any Vodka on their person, but this Cid character; he seems... promising.

"But do you really know that? Do you really know what Cid is like? you are basing all of this on a single remark; perhaps the man has all of the town's fine liquors because his way of relaxing was to curl up on his bed with a good book in one hand, and a small shot glass of scotch in the other, or perhaps his passion lies with engineering; and he spends his time in the garage trying to figure out new and interesting ways to use the materials provided to him, and he would appreciate some new research material; or perhaps I could grant him a book with a metal cover, precious or otherwise; the possibilities are infinite young man, and to be honest I'm feeling a insulted that you would think so lowly of the not so humble concept of a book."

Fallen into the cockpit too many times.

Banned because no Admin, you are the anons.

"To trade with my good man, to put it simply; I have no form of legal tender on my person, and unless this Cid character is willing to receive chocolate coins as payment for a bottle of his fine liquors; then I would be forced to leave empty handed, because you see I really don't like the whole 'hero discount' thing, it's unnatural, and so I'll just say thank you in advance and hope that in twenty minutes or so, I'll be back with something dirty in a clean bottle".

The grey cloaked man sighed; if he was back in his home the two of them would be having a calm discussion over whether or not the Latin translation of The Margites is superior over the English translation, over several cups of warm tea, as Solomon would finally get a chance to wear his monocle, not like he could see out of one of those of course, but it helped paint a comforting mental image. The grey cloaked man walked about a bit, he couldn't tell whether the engineer was scared, or simply about to laugh; he was always rubbish with that sort of thing; people are a lot harder to read than books; easier to manipulate though, but still. He finally stopped walking and turned to face the engineer again "Look, I'm going to be brutally honest right now; yes I taught that uppity kid with the pointy stick a lesson, yes I have just survived a blow to the back of the head, an impromptu ECT session, and yet another blow to the back of the head, and yes that was a helicopter composed entirely out of books, and yes you are holding a copy of a book that should technically not exist, and on my way here I had an experience that could only really be described as a particularly interesting acid trip, so in all seriousness, can I have my ring back? I really just want to go and talk to Cid now, and being able to summon any book imaginable is something that I can take advantage of".

The grey cloaked man slowly walked towards the engineer, he tried his best to remember the man's name... was it Edmond? or Edmund? it was a trifle, but it might make a difference. he retained his 'Serious' expression as he walked towards the young man who had been inspecting his.... plasma gun from earlier; it was a very interesting weapon, and Solomon wondered how it cooled itself, and where it stored, or perhaps generated it's lethal payload. The grey cloaked man turned to face Edmond, and despite himself; he smiled as he said "Hello Edmond, I am here to converse with you about returning my ring to me; before you ask, I need it to perform a trifle; that and I hate walking and I can use my ring to fly".

She can't receive any buffs due to a flaw she has, your perk is technically a buff since it prevents status effects from actually activating, so she can't hear the music.

Also fair warning, to everyone who has a char in the meeting hall, Moon River as sung by Frank Sinatra is currently playing in their heads due to a team effort, don't ask why that particular song was chosen, but it is perfectly legitimate, I asked Theo to use his non once per plot perk to broadcast sound directly into your minds.

The grey cloaked man noted the presence of some new arrivals, the well dressed man carrying the ridiculously shiny shotgun looked as if he had just walked off the set of an old school mafia vid, the grey cloaked man chuckled a bit as he heard the man ask if this was a space port, Mafiaso's in space eh? And what was with that ridiculously ancient little PDA he was carrying?. But then he noticed the Orc; now the grey cloaked man had no problem with him being an orc; heck, some of his best friends are orcs, but did he really have to go around wearing all leather like that? he sighed as he realized yet again that he was nowhere near his beloved home, but he did mutter approval over the Orken man's wariness, it is always prudent to speak softly and carry the biggest stick isn't it? "Well, I for one miss the seemingly ever present rain, it is very calming.... Say, you wouldn't be at all interested in accompanying me, and Theo....pillus over there to find a man named Cid? I feel like a bottle of Vodka would be very important in the coming trials"

The gray cloaked man pushed the door of the meeting hall open, and he smiled as he heard the song that the DJ, no... the music master? decided to play; he wondered who the singer was as he looked around the room, he noted the presence of Edmond inside of the room, and the android calling itself Alexandria reading the book with him; heh, "The Primus Councillor", who would ever want to elect an Android as a council.... woman? it seems like quite an odd thing to do, but he wasn't looking for them, nor was he looking for the grouchy angel lurking in the corner, he was simply looking for the one person that might make sense out all of this, the street samurai, a candidate for the shrinkwrapped dame, a woman who's expression could be best described as simply being not drunk enough to be able to deal with this situation properly, but thankfully; the grey cloaked man had an answer to that question. And he walked over to her, his eyes widened, his mouth switched to a more neutral position, and he noted how he had never quite bothered to remember her name, but he wouldn't let that stop him, would he? "Hello, the weather here is.... quite a tease isn't she?"

The grey cloaked gentleman continued marching towards the fabled meeting hall, and he pondered the meaning of the tweed gentlemen's words; it still made absolutely no sense to him; a shrinkwrapped dame? he knew that the outfits of some the group could be quite.... eccentric to say the least, but... the tweed gentlemen were very specific about something so ridiculous, perhaps they meant the swimsuit wearing woman from earlier, although it does seem unlikely; the word dame usually implies some sort of... elegance, which was something the swimsuited woman did not have in abundance; perhaps they meant the woman from earlier, the street samurai holding a shotgun in her arms, her clothes were... impractical to say the least. After a bit of walking the grey cloaked gentleman arrived at the meeting hall, and he had a rather brilliant idea if he did say so himself; he turned to face the bard, the knave, master of music he had recruited for his glorious cause, and he said "can you play me something that a classy gentleman would play upon meeting a respectable woman?"

The grey cloaked man smiled even wider as he heard the garish gentleman's reply "Here's a hint, it comes inside of a bottle", The grey cloaked man started walking towards where he thought the meeting hall would be "But for now, we have to find the Shrinkwrapped woman the tweed gentlemen mentioned earlier".

Ah yes, that was the young man's name wasn't it? the grey cloaked man had forgotten it amidst all of today's chaos, and all of the blows to the head that he had received today hadn't helped, but the grey cloaked man was.... adept at turning a situation around, and so the grey cloaked man simply smiled, and said "Oh not much really; just a mysterious vision from a supernormal creature concerning a beautiful dame and shrinkwrap, and now I am on a holy quest for a potent source of cause of, and the solution to, most of life's problems." "It's just standard wizard stuff, but I am looking for allies, and it just so happens that you are on a very short list for a position". The grey cloaked man chuckled, the average shopkeeper had told him where Cid was located, but he was still curious about the shrinkwrapped dame that Charles had mentioned earlier.

The grey cloaked man had been walking towards the general direction of the meeting hall, but he ran into a problem; he didn't actually know where the meeting hall was located, and after his recent adventures; he felt as if he was simply walking further away from it with every single step, but thankfully the grey cloaked man noticed a familiar face in the crowd, a young man wearing a garish green and yellow outfit; with a startlingly bright pair of cherry red headphones on top of his head, the grey cloaked man knew that he was rambling, but he simply wanted to waste some time as doing so would allow him to remember what the young man's name was; his hair was light brown, and his name was.... T something.... have we mentioned his shoes yet? they were also green and yellow, and all of this granted T something a rather unique appearance. The grey cloaked man finally decided to walk towards the green and yellow abomination, and he tried desperately to remember the young man's name, and upon reaching the young man; he gave up and said "Terry! how are you doing?".

"Moon River" as performed by Frank Sinatra, because yes I am older than my stated age.

Heh, Hello Lugruf

That was your creepy intro? If I wasn't afraid of being banned for it, oh boy oh boy do I have some stories for you, but anyway roll a 1d6 and compare it to your WILL score to determine SANity loss, not like you had that much of it anyway; I mean you did register here in the first place, so try and have some fun mate; read the community rules, figure out which bar is the search bar, pick up a lasrifle and start hunting some heretics... you know the drill; come and bother me if you don't like the idea of having two arms.

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