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xx𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘
┃xx001 Entrance, 002 Tense, 003 Facilier,
004 𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 Mystery man fails at
conversation, which really isn't
great when your life's at stake.
004 𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑 Mystery man fails at
conversation, which really isn't
great when your life's at stake.
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- The great man looked down at Facilier. Dark curls framed his face, and under furrowed brow were glistening blue eyes that pierced in their intensity. Under a white shirt - half unbuttoned and with the looseness of silk - there was a clear burl to him, a strength as much in physicality as there was in the sharpness of his expression. A tan coat was slipping from his shoulders. His face, in it's biting anguish, gave the impression of the old heroes, in a time before heroism was a madness of zeal and not valiance. It was in a face like his that gave way to a look of an impassioned man. But there was tension. And lurking close behind, a slim wound of fear lie ope.
"...Good morning. I'm sorry for my suddenness, but..." He looked behind him for a long moment, breath hitched. The exhale drew from him a cloud of smoke, similar to the unearthly swirls of before, as if the earth was plagued with a frigid cold. "I am brought here by desperation. This land will not be so kind to me for as long as I would favor. I am only a stranger to these lands, you see. A stowaway. I'm looking to speak with the head-staff, if not a member of the family. My plight is a tiredly complicated one, you see, but I offer a great deal of services in return." Though quieter than anticipated due to his knocking(which, again, sounded more like a minor tremor), his deep brogue rumbled rich with a quality not unlike the roar and churn of waves in a seabound storm. They were of a tone that reverberated in your chest as he spoke. His words were thick with less-than-modern phrases, sure, but it was clear the man was being pursued.
He ran a gloved hand through his hair, slipping a strap and a violin down to the crook of his forearm. Upon further note of his face, too, there were silver piercings all about him, down his neck and across his hand as well. The stranger's harsh expression softened, a little flustered. It was as if he hadn't spoken to someone in a while. "If that's not too much to ask, of course. I can't wait long, though, so I can leave if it is too poor a time to ask." The cat had since disappeared - it's place filled by a black eagle - and the great bird flew to stand alight on one of the man's gloved hands. The man moved to provide a more even perch for it. "And...apologies for the bird."