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boxofthemuses2023-04-09 12:17 am
dragonofthelake) wrote in boxofthemuses2023-04-09 12:17 am
for geumsun; swords and goblins
[ The town near the lake is beautiful, bustling, and full of energy. The trade is good, the food is often delicious, and the inhabitants welcome even strangers. Some will say it's a city full of hard workers, but even more claim they do so well thanks to their guardian: a blue dragon that occupies the nearby waters. Has anyone seen him? Some will offer rumors of large wings sometimes being seen over the city while others pretend to occasionally hear a roar. The tales flow easily to anyone who asks and even some who don't.
All of them are lies. Sherry isn't so active near the city, but it's true enough that someone did see him once upon a time in the town's history. In fact, when Sherry isn't visiting Cliff, he spends a lot of time in his laboratory. Very little draws him out.
The activation of his circle is one of them, all the moreso when the teleportation ring happens to be both familiar and unknown. He hadn't placed it, but ... no, he must have. It's his. That much is certain. Confused, he removes his glasses and teleports the surface. How could a circle have his signature but there be no memory of its creation? That's not how the rings work, they're not accidental.
Ah, so there is a man there. Sherry approaches him, arms crossed, unhappy and confused all at once. His longer hair manages to hide the points of his ears if one doesn't look closely enough, but nothing hides the slitted pupil that stares down at someone who had to have figured out a way to copy his circle. ]
Who are you?
[ The displeasure in his voice does well to hide the softer side he shows to his friends. This man is not his friend. He's an intruder. ]
All of them are lies. Sherry isn't so active near the city, but it's true enough that someone did see him once upon a time in the town's history. In fact, when Sherry isn't visiting Cliff, he spends a lot of time in his laboratory. Very little draws him out.
The activation of his circle is one of them, all the moreso when the teleportation ring happens to be both familiar and unknown. He hadn't placed it, but ... no, he must have. It's his. That much is certain. Confused, he removes his glasses and teleports the surface. How could a circle have his signature but there be no memory of its creation? That's not how the rings work, they're not accidental.
Ah, so there is a man there. Sherry approaches him, arms crossed, unhappy and confused all at once. His longer hair manages to hide the points of his ears if one doesn't look closely enough, but nothing hides the slitted pupil that stares down at someone who had to have figured out a way to copy his circle. ]
Who are you?
[ The displeasure in his voice does well to hide the softer side he shows to his friends. This man is not his friend. He's an intruder. ]