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August 1st | Seifer Almasy
At the docks
[It was strange. He had just been beaten and gunned down in cold blood, now he was in a place called Pumpkin Hollow that seemed straight out of a Halloween movie. The atmosphere was good, it always felt mystic and now he was looking for work. He had hoped to find good work in the next few days. The stipulation that was handed out wasn't enough. He needed more.
He had managed to buy a fishing pole and sat down at the docks to catch a bite or two. It was troubling that he still wasn't very good at fishing but he was learning from the book he had acquired from the library. He had trouble using bait, but it was logical to get some on his hook.
He put a wiggling worm on his hook, it oozed secretions. He mused as he cast his hook and let his bare feet hang over the dock. He had off his leather jacket, it lay in a pile around his waist. Too hot to deal with it, but too cold to leave it at his new home.]
The Library
[He was returning the fishing book, when he decided to look up historical records and read books pertaining to the history of the island. He knew he would get better leverage in his surroundings if he figured out what kind of place he now lived in and rather or not he could leave.
It was general knowledge that leaving the island wasn't possible. At least every person he had come across had said the same thing: you don't leave the island, even in death. He almost missed Gaia but at the same time, he was happy to be away from the hell his life had become back there.
He took several books from the p section and sat down at one of the tables in the back. He opened a tome and started reading from the beginning. He knew it would be a lot of nitty gritty details to pour over but he was something of a history buff and liked learning these things.] Let's find out about... law enforcement history.
[It was strange. He had just been beaten and gunned down in cold blood, now he was in a place called Pumpkin Hollow that seemed straight out of a Halloween movie. The atmosphere was good, it always felt mystic and now he was looking for work. He had hoped to find good work in the next few days. The stipulation that was handed out wasn't enough. He needed more.
He had managed to buy a fishing pole and sat down at the docks to catch a bite or two. It was troubling that he still wasn't very good at fishing but he was learning from the book he had acquired from the library. He had trouble using bait, but it was logical to get some on his hook.
He put a wiggling worm on his hook, it oozed secretions. He mused as he cast his hook and let his bare feet hang over the dock. He had off his leather jacket, it lay in a pile around his waist. Too hot to deal with it, but too cold to leave it at his new home.]
The Library
[He was returning the fishing book, when he decided to look up historical records and read books pertaining to the history of the island. He knew he would get better leverage in his surroundings if he figured out what kind of place he now lived in and rather or not he could leave.
It was general knowledge that leaving the island wasn't possible. At least every person he had come across had said the same thing: you don't leave the island, even in death. He almost missed Gaia but at the same time, he was happy to be away from the hell his life had become back there.
He took several books from the p section and sat down at one of the tables in the back. He opened a tome and started reading from the beginning. He knew it would be a lot of nitty gritty details to pour over but he was something of a history buff and liked learning these things.] Let's find out about... law enforcement history.
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"Well, I've got some, I guess. We're on Marrow Isle, the water out there is called the Black Jade Sea. Apparently weird shit has always happened here but things got crazy almost six years ago when people found out they couldn't leave the isle and no one could sail to it. And most people around here are just trying to keep on like life is normal." Which is an understandable reaction, but after so many years how long can these people hold out?
"Oh! And I don't know if you got to talk to the white-haired lady before taking the ferry here but that's one of the Goddesses around here. Mortanne."
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He turned a page in his book and skimmed the next page while talking. "I was told no one could leave. I haven't tried leaving myself yet, but one day I'm going to try. Nothing normal about being stuck. Not everyone's a non-traveling hermit." He would get antsy eventually. He'd want to leave. He was used to traveling about but the Isle seemed big enough that he had some time to explore before the itch got too strong yet.
"Yeah, I did talk to her. Nice woman, but cryptic. Kinda drove me up a wall by the time I got here."
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"Well, that just means we gotta figure out what the curse is and how to break it pretty fast right? That way we can leave." He snort-laughs at Seifer's response to the question about Mortanne.
"At least she was nice about it." As nice as a goddess could be, he guesses.
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"She was, but still annoying," he said, snorting as he peered at the book, switching pages.
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Speaking from personal experience, it sucked. A lot!
"Most hated man in the world?" He asks belatedly.
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"Let's just say I was forced into helping a Sorceress and did some bad things in her name."
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“Okay, so you really aren’t a bad guy, then. You were forced, right?” He raises a brow, questioningly.