A Nostalgic punch to the face. Enjoy! Canon: Gargoyles

[techsavvy]

Whoa! Calm down there mun! I know you've been going through a nostalgic phase and all, but you need to take a breather. Not that I'm not grateful or anything! This place seems pretty awesome, but there's only so much you can handle.

Not to mention that you actually haven't really seen me and the others in how many years now? I guess that's ok though. You remember us, so that's what counts.

Hey, mun? Do you think any of the others are here? Elisa, Goliath? Fox even! That'd be awesome if they were. Find them for me, would ya?

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[techsavvy]

[He's learned to be gentle with his handshakes. Such frail human friends and all.]

Likewise! That's quite the name you have there.

[ecossaise]

[ HEY! Humans aren't that frail... ]

That it is. It would seem my father possessed a fondness for lengthy names. Although, I'm quite certain my mother played a role in this as well, but enough about me.

Tell me, where are you from?

[techsavvy]

[Frail enough!]

I'm originally from this place called Castle Wyvern that used to be in Scotland a long, long time ago. Now I live in New York City! Manhattan to be exact, in a clock tower sitting above a police station.

[ecossaise]

Scotland? I have traveled to Scotland briefly once before staying at Calder House near Edinburgh, but I never once heard of Castle Wyvern until now.

[techsavvy]

I wouldn't be surprised. The castle was there back in 994 A.D. It was moved to Manhattan, where it sits on the top of Xanatos' skyscraper, the Eyrie Building.

We were actually cursed by a magus, stating that for the spell to be broken, the castle had to raise above the clouds. He freed us, in a matter of speaking.