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[swordandaxe]

Who: Richter Abend and you!
Where: The plaza
When: Let's just go with today, around midday
Style: Prose or action, whatever the poster's preference is.
Status: Open!

Richter was pissed, to put it lightly. Bedraggled and confused by the sudden shift in his surroundings, Richter has yet to move to do anything. His left hand sat on the hilt of his sword, gripping it so tightly his hand was shaking. For the longest time he stood in the plaza, studying anyone who passed by to see if Ratatosk or Marta are anywhere nearby.

Approach if you dare, denizens of Vatheon. Richter was just going to stand there for now, dripping with water and scowling at everything.

Comments

[redcladidealist]

[A flash of a red jacket in the crowd might be Richter's first sign of Lloyd. The brunette is weaving his way through the plaza, his arms full of... towels? Yes, that certainly looks like towels, and it's making it hard for him to dodge everyone. He's trying, though, dodging to the right to avoid someone on the left. Still looking to the side, he doesn't see Richter.

Which could be a bad thing.

Because Richter is right in his path. If Richter doesn't see him and dodge, he's about to get a face full of towels.]

[radiantwingedone]

Don't mind Duke just staring at him then.

Well. Duke is definitely staring at the right direction to be staring at the redhead, the focus to his eyes isn't right to be actually watching the man. Through or just before, he's definitely studying something - both with sight and with a slow swirling of mana.

[flyingdreams]

[Oh, that doesn't look very good. Mrs. Brisby is tempted to leave him alone, to not get involved, as angry as he looks... but hospitality wins out.]

Um, pardon me, sir...?

[She's careful to stay out of his range, juuuust in case, but she does slowly move a little closer.]

[fistfullofmagic]

Of all the things Dhaos was expecting to encounter on a trip to get bread, a new arrival with a distinctly Aselian mana signature was rather low on the list¹. Definitely worth at least studying from a distance though, as the redhead is the first half-elf he's seen since his own arrival. Sandwiches can wait.




¹ Item number 673 to be precise.