[color=ec008c][h1]Dolce[/h1][/color]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 3:46 PM
West Commons[/i][/b][/indent]

Dolce listened to the man as he explained the state of the fallen golem. She took in every detail possible wit her glass eyes, noticing every slight bump or bruise in the fleshy substance that made up the giant overseer. She wished to touch it, to see how it worked, how it felt and how it might respond, though she felt as though that may be unwise. As she stopped searching the wounded sentinel, she changed her glance unto the man. As she did he seemed to return his to her. [color=goldenrod]“Who… I’m terribly sorry for asking but, who are you?”[/color]


She blinked at him, pondering his interest, and with what manner would be best to respond in. Her glass eyes artificial and yet holding so much thought. [color=ec008c]"...Dolce."[/color] She said simply. She had no last name, nor no middle to add, just the simple name given to her by her first owner. [color=ec008c]"May I ask the same?"[/color] she tilted her head slightly to look closer into the man. Scanning his eyes for something new. 
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[color=fff79a][h1]Lewis VonHauser[/h1][/color]
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[indent][b][i]November 18, 4:04 PM
West Commons-Market[/i][/b][/indent]

The young boy bobbed onward, skirting the edge of the market he eyed the colorful array of beings that strew past and around him. All shapes and sizes filled the streets, blurring together to make a delectable tapestry for the curious eye. Lewis had two curious eyes. He took in each new sound and sight with great interest, absorbing information by the second. What could they be doing? Why is she in a hurry? Who are they waiting for? Questions on each character flew into the boy mind. One struck him more then any other. Why is that man walking with a tiger? Not an unusual sight in Voldoa, perhaps, but the man carried a certain air about him. One that made Lewis a bit too curious for his own good. Without paying much mind, the glowing boy found himself in line with the striped beast. Throwing questions with his mind at the man ahead.
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[h1][color=6ecff6]Cotton Aries[/color][/h1]
[indent][b][i]November 18, 3:43 PM
West Commons[/i][/b][/indent]

The bullish man responded to Cotton with gentle aplomb, greeting in return, and offering a seat on the dirty ground. Cotton looked from him to the aforementioned children, and squinted in mild confusion. Sighing, he took an awkward seat, making sure as little of his body was touching the floor as he could. His hands still holding his cloth hovered stiffly over the ground. He would never usually lower himself to this, though he knew how Tauro worked, and he would have found himself sitting next to him one way or another. [color=6ecff6]"Well..."[/color] The horned man started, looking around coldly at possible flecks of dirt or bugs in the sky. [color=6ecff6]"Crisp is, a word for it yes."[/color] Cotton knew he wouldn't be able to control the flow of conversation here. The calm giant next time was far too wise for that.