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i have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power.
8 yrs ago
Ocean Man, the crust of a tanned man imbibed by the sand. Soaking up the thirst of the land.
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Is my enemy's enemy my enemy, or my friend?

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You're really only here to stalk my shit, so just go ahead man. I can't really stop you.

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In the midst of him making the dense air thicker with catchy chords and almost incidental melodies that felt effortless in the atmosphere created by the hall, Byron managed to catch a few bits of information. Mostly from the people surrounding the buffoon-like self-appointed king of fairies. While not exactly familiar, he was a known figure. A pseudo king, to some. As a travelling helper of the highest regard, the call of potential wealth was too much for Byron to just ignore.

Approaching the group, Mamafang, Relka, Parks and those surrounding him, Byron didn't attempt any form of pleasantry, no false bows or overdone introductions. Still plucking away the same near comical song with his guitar in front of him, the dark skinned half-alv boy gestured to Parks with his head and spoke in a cold tone.

"I heard you require assistance? I offer myself with no resistance."

Realizing that he may have interrupted some conversation, Byron awkwardly stood before the others. His hands were still playing his instrument as if they were moving unconsciously as he filled the air with sweet, memorable notes.
Byron


"Bitter cold, bitter cold..."

The city didn't seem to offer much difference to Byron from being by himself as he effortlessly slid through crowds, as if in his own world separate from the others. Humming to himself as he trudged through the winter weather, Byron idly strummed on his guitar, his sandals and loose tunic not providing much actual resistance to the elements, causing him to shiver and shake uncontrollably. Still, despite his body positively chattering, he didn't seem much maligned to the bitter snap against his skin. In fact, he wore what could probably be a smile on any other person though on his face it looked like a twisted grimace. A few scratches, a new instrument, another quest conquered, it was time to head away and rest to the nearest area he could remember. A few days rest and some food couldn't kill, especially in an area that was so friendly.

The Fang Family. God, a month felt like forever when you moved around so much. The young bard remembered slightly faintly running with some of them for a little while when he was still uncomfortable and unlearned but it didn't take too long for his inner opportunist to spur him out of the protective hold of the warm guild. Still, he figured that no one would notice or hopefully care if he slipped back in and sort of blended in for a momentary respite from travelling. Maybe he could have some time to work on some new songs for once, playing the same ones for as long as he had wasn't conducive for a bard. Songs are like bread, the fresher the better and should only be saved if it'll be worth it. Or. Some stupid bullshit like that. Even Byron's internal monologue was becoming awkward and it was himself to himself, fucking magical.

"Mm. Yeah, that's it."

If sight wasn't to be an indicator, sound and smell definitely worked just as well. Now was the to enter discreet mode. Letting his guitar slide along his body to his side, he quietly entered the guild hall now free from the bustle surrounding the city.

Despite the larger density of people, it was somehow quieter in the hall. Sliding along as he had outside, he snagged some food randomly without looking at the place or people near it and slinked into a corner where he easily got cozy. Pressing his back to the wall, he gently slid himself down to the ground with his legs crossed, and stuffed the piece of food into his mouth where he messily chewed while slinging his guitar into his lap to gently pluck away a whimsical tune which befitted the almost comedic nature of most of the antics happening in the busy hall. While his shifting eyes definitely gathered what was happening, at least to a degree, none of it seemed especially pertinent to him. A few people squabbling and playing around, just merriment. Perhaps some could afford to look a bit less foolish, but who was he to judge? One of nipples was visible at almost all times.
Yo, I'm a friend of Ex's, I'll be here doing things probably. I'm a little rusty, please don't make fun of me.
Jeez, disappear for a day and look at ya'll. I'll need to get my ass to work, looks like.
@vancexentan Very sorry for suddenly going silent, I'm interested in going for Caster. Magic boyz incoming.
What's been claimed aside from Berserker(?) and Saber? I'd be interested to go for Caster or Archer, if possible. Rider being my follow up, if both of those are fail.
Someone order some interest?
Now we are become Jojoke, destroyer of worlds.
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