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>>Vika, though text@PrinceAlexus Siobahn, and her cooking @Almalthia Joel, over a Guiness @Pilatus



During a moment of downtime, Ryan reached for his phone and sent out a text message.

-"Well. No. I've just had to rethink some things. Some...life things. And to be fair, I didn't get a close look of your scales, if you catch my drift. We'll talk later. Enjoy your day."-

Tucking his phone away, he paid some attention to the interaction between Joel and Siobahn. Of course, he doesn't know their backstory but does that really matter? They're clearly an item and for some reason, that makes him yearn for something similar. Ryan tried to offer to help but it seems like Siobahn has everything under control.

Again, this isn't his kitchen. He should definitely just back off for once and let the owners of the place to run it as they wished. Something he isn't really familiar with.

Taking a sip from his room temperature beer, Ryan leaned back on his chair, pondering the question Siobahn posed to him. "What is going on in my life. I don't really know I suppose." Pausing a moment to glance at the pair. "I mean. I feel like I'm hitting a block in regards to my restaurant. I'm finding myself losing inspiration. That is why my restaurant has been shuttered for a while now. I feel like I can't cook, or perform, to my usual standard and I refuse to serve substandard food." Pausing once again, Ryan drew in a deep breath. "Though, I suppose that wasn't what you were asking about. I think you're asking about the message exchange between us recently." He said, giving Joel a small head tilt to signify that he was talking about himself and Joel. "So. That. I don't know. I've known the woman for all of what? A few months? I was ready to take on the responsibility of helping her raise her unborn child. That isn't even mine to begin with. Call it lust, call it foolishness, call it whatever you'd like. I just.. I don't know. Why did you tell me to get the hell out of dodge, in the matter you did? Do you two have stories of Vika that you can share with me?" He said, taking a small sip from his bear.
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Music that is currently playing in his shop

There he is. His shop was closed, for now. He was alone. The furnaces lit with only their pilot flames and the refinery forge ran completely cold.

The man known as The Drifter stood alone in his shop, accompanied by only the soft hum of the music and the metallic klinking of coins into a bucket. He stood behind his counter, flipping coin after coin with his right thumb and index finger into a bucket approximately three feet away from him.

On his right hip, a well-worn leather holster carried his personal revolver. The grip looked weathered, but well cared for. The cylinder showed small nicks and scratches but is currently quite clean. Most of the barrel was tucked into the holster but the parts that can be see shone with a sort of dull, gunmetal, shine.

The news hummed softly on the radio as well. Reports are coming in about the going-ons in the city at current. "Bunch-o fuckin' ornery plants messin with people. I'm sure those heros are all running in there, guns blazin' and thinking that they're kickin ass. They're just same plants, guys. Relax..." He said, in a sort of short, rant-y, monologue type of way.

"Those plants are just like myself. Just tryin' to survive..." He said as he walked over to throw some fresh coal in his furnaces and his forge, starting the process to lighting them up and starting his day's work.








@Hitman

Haha. Literally just hit the send button.
I'm interested. Though I will be PM-ing you a question. @Hitman
Time: 5:20 pm Monday
Location: Campus Commons
Interaction: None directly

"Oh-I suppose-..." Roman was saying before the orange haired man stepped on stage to begin his welcome speech. Of course the person they chose to do this has bright orange hair. Basically looking like a traffic cone up there on stage. Student Council, Resident Assistant, lead musician. What else? Its a surprise he didn't say that he was some sort of royalty or high born heir to some fortune.

In any case, the beeping noise that occurred in the background broke Roman's train of thought. The speech was audibly paused, and Roman waited to see what is going to happen next. The beeping noise should be a good indicator that something was about to happen, good-natured or not.

>>Fashionably Late. Transitioning from The Silver Piglet to the Guild Hall @ShiningSector @Ypnosi <<

"Thank you for allowing a mere traveler to join your grand adventure." Avala said. As he moved, one would see that he moved with grace and power, if they cared to look. He was full of contradictions, upon closer examination. A large man that spoke with the gentleness of a monk, moved with the grace of a royal dancer, and smiled like the most welcoming of innkeepers.

As he walked with the group, his prayer beads jangled. As he waited outside with his group, he said "I wonder who this Grimar character is. We have a physical description of the person, but we do not truly know who they may be. Call me a pessimist, but I hope he would not be so bold as to attack us at the guild hall, to act as a test of our abilities. After all, this journey comes by the commission of a royal figure, former or not."

His walking stick thudded softly against the ground as he walked, sounding off in unison with the soft jangling of his prayer beads.
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