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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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[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.]