So. Our famed Harold. [Richie taps a smoke out of a cigarette carton, first offering to Viktor, whose real name he does not know, before helping himself.]
I don't know what I was expecting. This place is full of surprises, and the people more so. Are you feeling more solid, now that you're on our side of eternity?
Viktor is fine. I will still answer to Harold since I guess I brought that on myself. I let my chao sign my letters, and the "Herald," what I was called in Zaun, became... Harold.
[Hehe.]
I don't think I felt any less solid on that side actually.
[The way I forgot to acknowledge that part in my congested haze. It's hilarious he tried Lucien's cigarettes once in another timeline.
But he dismisses the offer with a polite handwave. No thank you.]
I was a healer. The sick came to me to be healed and become a part of my commune in the Undercity.
[Your silly modern lingo.]
In that case, there is still not much difference for me. I did not have a bad time there. But I do enjoy seeing this side of things and meeting the rest of you in person.
[it is, actually, what the hell. are you trying to make this a throuple?]
What? Naaah, that can't be right. You're just trying to butter me up. [But it does track Shadowheart would keep writing. She's an industrious woman, finger in every pot (benevolently) (usually).] Still, I'm flattered. I'll take it.
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He is without the chao and the staff, but doesn't seem concerned enough for them to be missing.]
I should have expected things would be different by the time we arrived.
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Did you know the entity would pitch a fit?
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I didn't. However, based on its rather immature actions so far, I figured it might be upset.
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So. Our famed Harold. [Richie taps a smoke out of a cigarette carton, first offering to Viktor, whose real name he does not know, before helping himself.]
I don't know what I was expecting. This place is full of surprises, and the people more so. Are you feeling more solid, now that you're on our side of eternity?
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Viktor is fine. I will still answer to Harold since I guess I brought that on myself. I let my chao sign my letters, and the "Herald," what I was called in Zaun, became... Harold.
[Hehe.]
I don't think I felt any less solid on that side actually.
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Richie gives a low whistle before lighting his own.]
Like a prophet? What were you heralding, exactly?
[He does strike as a bit Christlike with the robe and everything. The purple is odd but Richie has learned better than to point it out.]
Ah — I meant more at ease. [He smiles.] Seems I still can't shake my usual turns of phrase.
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But he dismisses the offer with a polite handwave. No thank you.]
I was a healer. The sick came to me to be healed and become a part of my commune in the Undercity.
[Your silly modern lingo.]
In that case, there is still not much difference for me. I did not have a bad time there. But I do enjoy seeing this side of things and meeting the rest of you in person.
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[Or not actually brooms away hivemind reveal for later]
That so? Quick, which one of our side's your favourite? Don't dodge — we can read minds this week.
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Hmmm. Thinking about the people who were left alive before their return.....]
You. [Is this a surprise for Richie? Oh well.] Or Shadowheart.
You are the ones who were left who spoke to me the most through letters. Both entertaining and annoying. But kind all the same afterward.
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What? Naaah, that can't be right. You're just trying to butter me up. [But it does track Shadowheart would keep writing. She's an industrious woman, finger in every pot (benevolently) (usually).] Still, I'm flattered. I'll take it.
Wanna grab a drink?
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I speak only truths.
[He motions.]
I have any need to eat or drink, but I will share it with you.