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[bravelad]

[ There comes a point in every young man's life where he must venture into a panfandom scientific enclosure to retrieve his Navy uniform, in spite of his misgivings in regard to giant robots. Much like a new Pokemon trainer must set out on his own, but with marginally fewer chances of being struck by lightning.

Really, this is your run of the mill exploration of Luceti's village proper, complete with walking into buildings while staring at the ceiling, obtaining +1 midshipman's uniform and unintentional (somewhat intentional) people watching.

Barring whenever it is that Mister Wellard walks into somebody for being preoccupied, that is. And the point in the day where he somehow accumulates a small following of ducks.

He's... he's not really sure what that's about. They're just sort of there when he's walking, hanging out when he sits down, occasionally demanding bread, which he obviously can't not get for them. They're talking ducks. He can only hold out hope that ducks don't have the ability to group into attack formations. ]

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[relictusdeus]

...Oh, you have gone quiet again. [He is disturbingly calm after his outburst as if he had forgotten all about it, and were now chatting lightly about the weather. He tosses aside the core of his apple with a careless flick of his wrist, searching eyes locked on Wellard as he swipes at his chin with the back of his hand.] Whatever shall I do with you... hm~? [He waits, as if expecting the poor fellow to offer a suggestion. Indeed, Isaac much enjoys the reactions of others - it's what he is very much used to receiving back home, and it helps to briefly relieve some of the terrible boredom he's feeling in this place.]

[bravelad]

[ His back straightens almost imperceptibly. ]

I wouldn't say there's anything for doing.

[relictusdeus]

Impudent, aren't you? [With a swift, beckoning motion of his fingers, he commands the dragon to return to him. It raises its head sharply - still licking scraps of meat off its face - and lifts off the ground with powerful flaps of its wings, settling carefully over Isaac's left shoulder. A few bloodied bones and feathers remain on the ground.]

I... would be more mindful of the words I utter, if I were you. [An indulgent laugh escapes him, but the amusement doesn't reach his eyes. He half-absently scratches the creature under its chin.] ...Rarely do I... dispense advice. [And by 'advice', of course, he means, 'threatening someone a little more subtly. Although this he has done recently - so, as on might expect, Isaac's tongue is as trustworthy as that of the serpent in Eden.]

But when I do, it is in one's best interests... to take note, lest one wishes to... tempt fate. Mm-hm.

[bravelad]

[ He watches him very quietly during his speech and promptly diverts his eyes when it ends. ]

I'll note the advisement.

[relictusdeus]

[A slow, approving nod in response.] Very good. And what, may I ask, is your name, hm?

[bravelad]

[ Hesitates. ]

Wellard.

[relictusdeus]

[He takes a breath, seeming rather disinterested all at once. His chin sinks back into his palm, a finger tapping idly against his cheek.] Well~. [A thoughtful pause. Tap tap tap.] I have no further business with you. Stay out of my way, and perhaps... I shall let you live.

[bravelad]

[ ohgodthisplacewhy

Step. Backwards. ]

... Understood.

WAT, I never got a notification for this. >:/

[relictusdeus]

[With a flippant wave of his hand, he "dismisses" Wellard as if he were some sort of slave, his smile lingering.]