[center][b] The Imagineer
Aeternus || Nexus
Sleepy Leaf Bridge
Affected Players: Moon-Moon(Moon234), Wandering Fool, Bruce Lee (Xenoko)[/b][/center]
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..It was as if she wasn't even there. A spectre annoying the human, a voice trying so desperately to be heard, if only for a moment, only for the conclusion to come that her attempt at being friendly was worth absolutely [i]nothing.[/i] Like a full-swing, the pep in her attempted thankfulness was rendered null, slipping from her face in a matter of moments as the voices in her head rose for a mere second in order to enamor her in the never-ending realization that she truly did not belong with othe people, and never would. Yes, just like that...She was nothing that could befriend anything normal. Why had she tried?...It was obvious that she had become a frightening inconvenience at this point. But the quicker this quest was finished, the quicker she could slip off without a trace. Perhaps delete the contact option. Consequences would leave her fending for herself again, but it'd be fine. Live or die, but without the option of scaring more people. ...That was alright, she supposed. She'd been lingering around long enough, as it was. The defeatist attitude only made it easier to accept the isolation she was beginning to seek with this painful revelation.

And thus she climbed aboard the wagon, plopping down in a corner by her lonesome and bringing her knees up to rest her chin upon. ...Ah, right. There was the Lantern Festival starting soon...She'd wanted one of the goldfish pets...A soft sigh came as she buried her face into her arms once they rest atop her legs, and the mumbled mess of her voice came out to the NPC driver.
[i]"Hurry up the drive. The quicker this is over, the quicker people can go about their ways."[/i]
The utter [i]sink[/i] of her disposition probably spoke for any conversations people might want to have with her as she let her eyes remain staring at the pale skin of her body, tire taking hold for the moment as she began to rest for the ride. At the least, the ride had hastened up, so there was at least that fact to comfort the upsetting day that she'd had so far. A Monk, a Moon Waltzer, a Knife Thrower...All so different, yet so close together as to be able to talk and smile at each other with ease, where she was left trying her best to even be near another virtually-living person. Thanks to Moon, Imagine would have quite the question to contemplate an answer for now.

[i]What was wrong with her?[/i]
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[u]Status[/u]
Hit Points: 100%/100%
Sanity: 150/150
Level: 3
Status: N/A

[u]Inventory[/u]
Health Potion x2
Sanity Potion x2
Gold x175

[u]Black Thought Result[/u]
[hider=Possible Status Ailments]
1 : Blind 
2 : Silence
3 : Terrify
4 : Curse
5 : Sleep
6 : Sickness
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