Keats (
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dear_mun2013-01-28 05:58 pm
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A bit of bad timing, don't you think? Haven't played the game in a while, never mind you don't feel confident in--what do you call it? Not my voice, of course not. We've been acquaintances for years. No, it's my accent.
Apparently, you think you do horribly with non-American accents.
Perhaps another game play will help? You have been debating on it for quite some time. Maybe this time, I'll finally believe in what supernatural things are truly happening around me.
Or not. [A slight chuckle before he pushes his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose.] The girl, she'd probably need some help. That was where we left off, I believe. Best get to it, then Mun!
Apparently, you think you do horribly with non-American accents.
Perhaps another game play will help? You have been debating on it for quite some time. Maybe this time, I'll finally believe in what supernatural things are truly happening around me.
Or not. [A slight chuckle before he pushes his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose.] The girl, she'd probably need some help. That was where we left off, I believe. Best get to it, then Mun!

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[Just who is thus mysterious girl? Does she have a name? Elfarian can sense that Keats isn't too thrilled about this girl stealing his thunder.]
As curious as I am about your past journeys, I know better than to ask. Certain things shouldn't be revealed too soon, especially since we all have our secrets.
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[ His lips curl. He chuckles. ]
But if that's what you'd like, I'll just leave it at that.
What about you? I'd ask if your hair was dyed but I have the weirdest notion that it might not be the case. [ So. What are you? Faery? Dwarf? Half-Life, though he doubts that. ]
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[Elfarian certainly heard about magics powerful enough to bound a living soul into an object. But never has he heard of a human having his soul bound to another. This is rather absurd, but most of all dangerous.
Only if Master Jirvash was here. Surely, the wise old sage could make sense of all this.]
That's...quite a tale. Though, I wonder what business mortals would have in the Netherworld.
[Be damned if Elfarian would go there willingly. The elves are blessed with immortality, but Death stalks all.]
Oh, my hair? [He looks a tad smug now.] Of course it's dyed! Not a single elf I know possesses natural blue locks. My hair matches that of mother's; a snowy white. Not many of us are blessed with a rich dark mane, sir.
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To apparently speak with the dead, according to local lore. Has something to do with the Girl's abilities or something like that. [ He... wasn't listening that hard. Didn't concern him that much. ] She's the Messenger. I? Just companion.
Well color me blind. My prescription must be getting old. [He smirks, holding back a laugh. ] For a second, I had thought myself right about something odd for once.
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Keep your the young Messenger safe in her endeavors, friend. If you're her companion, then it falls to you to protect her.
[He nods.]
Forgive me if I've disappointed you, but only the Elins could ever possess such wildly colored hair naturally.
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Can't let her go traversing off on her own. 'Lest she bring disaster' an old acquaintance once told me.
Hmph, the only disappointment is that I not once thought you were an elf. Faery, perhaps. Or someone like Livane but, I don't think you'd prefer to be called a dwarf.
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[Apparently in order to be an upstanding dwarf, you must be short and fat, and have a long bushy beard. Clearly the mage doesn't fit these descriptions.]
Although, I certainly don't take offense in being referred to as one of the fae-folks.
[He's damn sure pretty enough to be a faery.]