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11/23/2020 2:57:38 PM
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A young woman enters the bar. She wears plain and casual clothing, and a white scarf rests on her shoulders. Her medium-length red hair is pulled back behind her. She takes a seat at a booth a bit of a distance away, admiring the horn of plenty before her.
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*Silas waves to you and smiles.*
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A glowing orb appears. "Hello, there!"
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Red sets down her cup to look at the orb. She squints at it, then she looks around for someone who might be controlling it.
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There is no one visibly doing so. It appears to control itself.
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Edited by Warlock Holmes: 11/24/2020 5:29:00 AMA strange looking wood elf enters the bar and approaches. This eccentric elf is dressed in fine entertainers garbs that are adorned with a small traveling cloak. Upon his back rests a large backpack that looks almost filled to the brim with who knows what. He wears a fine golden brooch which show the letters A.M. engraved onto it but strangely enough from other angles it appears to instead read M.A. The elf appears to be some sort of bard and carries a lute. Upon his waist a longsword is sheathed but the bard carries it uncomfortably. He seems not to really be proficient in the blade and is only carrying it for some sort of protection if necessary. Upon closer inspection it is quite noticeable that all the fancy garbs are fake. Instead of being inlayed with gold and sown by the finest cloth makers it instead appears to be had crafted by a novice. Even the golden brooch is really just painted cardboard. The elf has a strange aloof look upon his face. Almost as if he was not looking at the same bar as you but instead to a much farther away place. Eventually he approaches the seat next to you and begins speaking. “Greetings. I do sense a dialogue scene coming up. Very good. All acts need good dialogue and it has been a while since I have conversed. Perhaps it bores the audience and therefor I am destined to be here. May I sit?”
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Red looks up at the elf, holding the last half of her burger in mid-bite. She rushes to finish her mouthful, particularly cautious not to get ketchup on her white scarf. She glances over him up and down questioningly. “Uh... if it pleases the audience,” she tries to play along, some food still in her mouth.
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For a brief second the elf quizzically looks at the burger. Almost with a strange look of fear. Although he quickly snaps back to his normal eccentric look. “Very good. Thank you. The name is Antail Maeron, playwrite and minstrel extraordinaire. Although you’d could just call me Antail. Or Maeron. Or Maeron Antail. Never did decide the order.”
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“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Antail.” She offers her hand after wiping it with a napkin and swallowing her food. She notices the elf’s short-lived fear of the burger in front of her, and she gives him a faint strange look. “You all right?”
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Edited by Warlock Holmes: 11/24/2020 3:10:53 PM“For a second I detected a cosmic enemy. A great power that I do not understand. One only known to take form in a being such as that.” He says ominously and cryptically while pointing at the burger. “But I mean not to scare you. I can be a little....what’s the word....strange at times to those who do not know me. It is a pleasure to meet you....who are you again? He quickly says afterwards in a much more normal tone of voice. He also shakes her hand.
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Her eyes switch between Antail and the burger, that questioning expression still on her face until the newcomer takes her hand. “My name is Amber, but people at home normally called me Red.”
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“Well I have meet many interesting people in this place but never one with so long of a name. Nice to meet you Amber, but people at home normally call me red.” Maeron says jokingly.
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Red’s brows pinch together, though she quickly laughs. “That does seem difficult to say all at once. Either Red or Amber would work.”
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“Well you said people at home call you red, and I assume this isn’t your home, so I shall have to call you amber. Unless this is your home. Well Amber, have you seen anything strange it unter recently?”
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[spoiler]Strange [i]until[/i] recently?[/spoiler] “Fair enough!” The corner of Red’s mouth in a smile at Antail’s question as she subtly glances once more over his strange apparel. “A few things. Although, the most exciting was that apocalypse a few days ago. Unfortunately, it ended before I could be much help.
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“Strange until recently or after recently. Either one works!” Maeron suddenly blurts out. It takes him a minute to realize Amber did not ask the question but something much more powerful. Then he completely pretends to not have said anything at all and continues the conversation. “The apocalypse tends to be exiting but have grown rather frequent. Don’t worth about missing this one you shall have your chance at another probably. I am not to much of a fighter myself. Nay I just record the deeds of mighty fighters who hire me. I am currently in the service of a great and goodly ranger.”
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Edited by Gingiebread: 11/24/2020 7:08:55 PMAs strange as Maeron is acting, Red tries not to focus on it. “A ranger? You mean like those guys with a tan suits and hats that make sure no one messes with the forest animals? I guess they might have some interesting stories.” [spoiler]Family will be coming over, so my replies might be slow![/spoiler]
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“No. Not that type of ranger. The ones in green cloaks that wield swords and hide in the corners of taverns. Protectors of nature and all. I am employed by a great ringleader of these rangers and a great man. Former president of offtopic to.” Maeron tries his best to act and look normal but he truly isn’t. The elf is strange. The whole purpose of the character is because of a strange character quirk I thought of. He seems to be gazing around looking for something that only he can hear. [spoiler]Thats perfectly fine. Have fun.[/spoiler]
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“Really? He sounds like a neat person... I don’t think I’ve ever met that kind of ranger before.” She realizes Maeron’s searching as they converse. “Hey, you okay?”
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“You really should meet one some day. They are quite cool. Am I okay? Well it certainly depends on your perspective and definition of the word okay. In my own perspective I am as fine as always. From others? Probably not as much. What some may call a six sense possessed by me or even insanity I call a average Tuesday.” The elf says quite cryptically.
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Red grins. As different as the elf is, she finds his unique personality interesting. “I see. Well, all the best people are a little insane! That’s what I think, anyway.”
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“Well that is a very good thought. What if everyone was insane and all is insane people where actually sane? What a world that would be. Although it is quite possible. It depends on the definition of insane. Is it truly a definition of the mind or is insanity just a social definition?”
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She shrugs. “It could go both ways, I guess. I’ve yet to personally meet someone insane in the mind, though. What do you think?” She turns her head again to the side, curious of what Maeron’s response would be.
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“Well, again depending on your definition, you might just have. Me. Although I wouldn’t say I am crazy at all. Like I said insanity is just a normal Tuesday....wait is Friday. My perspective on the world is different and it has been all my life. I may see and hear things others do not but in this land full of power and insanity how could one define that as insane?”
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Red opens her mouth to speak, then she stops. “That’s a good point. That’s a bit like the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?”
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“Perhaps it is. Although that’s enough about me. My job is to spread stories of others and not my own. Anything interesting about you to tell about?”
