IC Inbox - Isle of Avalon [dropped]

[trueltning_fury]

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This is Geddoe.

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[he has no idea how this works but you do!]

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[eightfoldfiend]

Tsk.

Fine.

[trueltning_fury]

Good.

Do you need to accompany me in order to give your approval, or will you be content waiting until I've told you I've found it?

[eightfoldfiend]

Go without me.

But if you think to seal me away somewhere I will find you and kill you.

[trueltning_fury]

Perish the thought. But if you have any criteria, tell me now. I won't be responsible for it not being to your liking.

[eightfoldfiend]

[Silence, but he doesn't hang up.

This silence is the sound of a man slowly realizing he's not sure what his now mortal body needs to survive anymore.

At the Inn if he felt a sudden need in his bones he was able to satisfy it.]

...Come to me.

[trueltning_fury]

[wow buy me dinner first]

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...I will stop by your room later when I leave to take care of some things.

[just to keep Yuber from being able to make demands and expect obedience in the future. It's like trying to train a cat.]

[eightfoldfiend]

No.

I am leaving the inn...

You will meet me at nightfall at the Loch Manor.

Don't worry, the dead there will not harm you.

[trueltning_fury]

[wait dead what...oh, that place. Well, color him intrigued]

If that's what you want. I'm sure you'll have so much to tell me then.

[eightfoldfiend]

I do.

We must discuss my home.

And it is time we compared our notes about the Calamity.

[trueltning_fury]

Yes, there is that. Fine. I'll be there.