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isleofavalon2021-04-09 10:40 pm
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WHO: Chris Lightfellow, Geddoe
⚔️️ WHAT: Two immortals walk into a bar...
🕒 WHEN: A rainy evening in early to mid April
🗺️ WHERE: A bar in New Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Family- and immortality-related angst, probably a lot of "............"
Another day of rain. It seemed endless at this point, and wasn't helping Chris' mood any. Ever since the Equinox ball and the unmitigated disaster that was THE EMERALD DOVE she had been doing her level to just pretend the whole thing had never happened and move on. She was just glad none of the other knights had seen her make a complete fool of herself with that persona.
But the rain wasn't helping her mood any; more and more Chris' thoughts turned to that dreamscape she'd shared with Yuber, the roiling sea of chaos beyond time and how her feelings about her father (not her "dear father", not anymore) had finally exploded and she'd confronted herself with the knowledge that not only did she not truly know her father, she also...didn't care for what she did know. The image of the man Wyatt Lightfellow had been well and truly shattered by the revelations he had shared with her before he finally passed on, leaving Chris to follow the same long and lonely road that he'd walked for so long. She was finding it difficult to sleep at night, her thoughts a tumult, and that was a state of affairs that could not be permitted to last before it took a physical toll on her.
So braving the rains she'd found her way one lonely evening to a local drinking establishment. After taking her drink (she rarely imbibed, being such a public and well-respected figure in Zexen, but tonight felt like a night for it), she pulled out her smartphone (increasingly less arcane and strange to her by the day), and sent out a message.
un; lightfellowc
If you're free this evening and willing to brave the weather, I'm in the Boar's Head Tavern up the road from the inn and wouldn't mind the company. Your first round is on me, if you like.
After all, there was someone here who did know her father and had promised to tell her of him, his "best friend". She wasn't sure if she'd get a reply, or her companion would just show up. Geddoe could be unpredictable like that.
⚔️️ WHAT: Two immortals walk into a bar...
🕒 WHEN: A rainy evening in early to mid April
🗺️ WHERE: A bar in New Camelot
⚠️ WARNINGS: Family- and immortality-related angst, probably a lot of "............"
Another day of rain. It seemed endless at this point, and wasn't helping Chris' mood any. Ever since the Equinox ball and the unmitigated disaster that was THE EMERALD DOVE she had been doing her level to just pretend the whole thing had never happened and move on. She was just glad none of the other knights had seen her make a complete fool of herself with that persona.
But the rain wasn't helping her mood any; more and more Chris' thoughts turned to that dreamscape she'd shared with Yuber, the roiling sea of chaos beyond time and how her feelings about her father (not her "dear father", not anymore) had finally exploded and she'd confronted herself with the knowledge that not only did she not truly know her father, she also...didn't care for what she did know. The image of the man Wyatt Lightfellow had been well and truly shattered by the revelations he had shared with her before he finally passed on, leaving Chris to follow the same long and lonely road that he'd walked for so long. She was finding it difficult to sleep at night, her thoughts a tumult, and that was a state of affairs that could not be permitted to last before it took a physical toll on her.
So braving the rains she'd found her way one lonely evening to a local drinking establishment. After taking her drink (she rarely imbibed, being such a public and well-respected figure in Zexen, but tonight felt like a night for it), she pulled out her smartphone (increasingly less arcane and strange to her by the day), and sent out a message.
un; lightfellowc
If you're free this evening and willing to brave the weather, I'm in the Boar's Head Tavern up the road from the inn and wouldn't mind the company. Your first round is on me, if you like.
After all, there was someone here who did know her father and had promised to tell her of him, his "best friend". She wasn't sure if she'd get a reply, or her companion would just show up. Geddoe could be unpredictable like that.
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"...no, I don't," he admits, straightforward, no hesitation. "I left before either of them completed their rituals. Unfortunately, the secret of how to fully remove it is probably lost forever - I don't know where he finally found that information, and..." Well, he's dead. Geddoe nods toward Chris's hand where her Rune hides. "Of all the memories you might eventually see through True Fire, whether you want them or not, I doubt it would let you see into his past to learn that ritual. Anything to prevent itself from being sealed away again."