[center][color=mediumpurple][h1]Lial[/h1][/color][/center]
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It had been seven o’clock in the evening. The shutting of neighborhood doors and low roar of nearby crowds of people broke the silence as Lial made his exit from the local comic shop. The temperature outside was chilly, a breeze, overcast all throughout the day, jacket weather. Which is technically what he was wearing, though the stylized design of his attire catching the interest of social folk as he lightly began to stomp home. 

He had little resistance usually. Maybe avoiding the traffic of people, perhaps an accident along the way. But this time it seemed fate had other plans for the melodramatic boy. A blockade of annoying, gossiping, gawkers whom seemed to be staring at something? His sights glanced sidelong to the location of interest. Street formers, magicians to be in fact. A man in an all black suit, and another clad in white, they had style and showmanship that even Lial had to raise a lip to. But this interest would be short-lived, as our character tucked his hands into each according pocket and went on about his way. With some struggle, people don’t like being polite when they’re watching some form of entertainment.

Just a few blocks left. “[color=mediumpurple][b]Wishin’ they’d move their shop closer, s’probably falling on deaf ears.[/b][/color]” He asked himself, the slowing pace of his steps as he finally reached the red light where he typically crossed the street. He'd let out a deep breath, a light mist exhuming as he plucked his hands from the pockets and hurry onto the black pavement. However, that same fate from earlier decided that there were new plans for Lial. Before he could blink, a speeding corvette with blaring lights sped right through the red light and-

"[color=tan]Welcome to Arcadia.[/color]" The feminine voice chimed into his ears, the song humming and soothing the boy as his racing heart slowed. He was nearly killed after all. And now the bright light panned into the rickety riding of a ewe-drawn wagon, and surrounded by strangers. They were all relatively normal looking, he was the one who stood out- actually looked the part in the foreign environment. Soon the small bearded man was jumping off into battle versus your entry level fantasy mob "The Goblin". And then a few other members of the part followed after, one of them even started ranting off about religious nonsense. He wasn't so quick to act, hell, everyone else was jumping into action so watching from the backlines seemed like an effective method. Lial even sifted a hand into his pocket to remove a stick of gum, unwrapping the foil from the mint-green sum to plop it into his mouth. 

"[color=mediumpurple][b]Goblins are weak t' fire usually, 'least that's usually how it works. Maybe not, I'm not of much use.[/b][/color]" He doted, his legs crossing and resting interlocked hands on his lap. Lial chomped happily, the green gum visibly bouncing around his pearly whites as he sidelong gleamed down towards the combat. There were so many questions though, where they were, why they were there, how they got there- they'd have to wait though, he was too bust giving moral support to the team. Raising his fists and cheering half-heartedly Lial would punctuate, loudly, carelessly. "[b][color=mediumpurple]Hold up, I'll play th' bard.. Let  m' songs of support uplift ye' or some shit.[/color][/b]"