[Caleb shivers in the wake of that gust of wind, but also peers at Juno curiously. His eye does look...different. Not exactly human. If Caleb didn't think he needed to conserve his stamina for casting - who knows what might happen today - he'd consider detecting magic (or trying to identify it)to see what was going on there.]
That's useful. It's a...construct, then?
[Eyes don't generally break. Not conventionally. Not like that.
...Oh, they should get moving, shouldn't they? Caleb starts to move off int the direction Juno indicated without saying anything else.]
[...Well. This conversation got weird. Caleb's nose wrinkles and he squints at his book. Still...he continues to contribute to it, with some trepidation.]
Who knows, with these people. They have been living out in isolation for a while, I think.
[Sometimes you do weird shit when you're separated from society.]
[He'd only been passing by Paws about Town and gotten vaguely distracted by the robocats.
Honestly it's a little surprising to him that Frederick seems to care so much about making sure he finds what he wants. They're perfect strangers. Maybe that's a little obvious in the way he's looking at the other man. Confused and a little hesitant.]
I think you are probably right. There must be some. [Caleb shrugs.] I don't have any gold anyway.
[Caleb's absolutely not the type to really press on anyone's backstory because...Caleb doesn't want anyone asking him any questions. It's just safer that way. He makes a sound of understanding at the explanation. Or maybe at Peter alerting him to that particularly untrustworthy-looking tile. One of the two.]
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intro log #6 - Juno
Ah.
[Caleb shivers in the wake of that gust of wind, but also peers at Juno curiously. His eye does look...different. Not exactly human. If Caleb didn't think he needed to conserve his stamina for casting - who knows what might happen today - he'd consider detecting magic (or trying to identify it)to see what was going on there.]
That's useful. It's a...construct, then?
[Eyes don't generally break. Not conventionally. Not like that.
...Oh, they should get moving, shouldn't they? Caleb starts to move off int the direction Juno indicated without saying anything else.]
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what's up i'm late as shit /winces
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intro log #6 - Ianto
Caleb Widogast.
[He grasps Ianto's hand, and for all that he doesn't seem completely sure of himself, the way that he shakes it is pretty firm.]
It's nice to meet you, Ianto.
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dw about it!!
ty ;3;
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intro log #6 - Molly/Nott
[...Well. This conversation got weird. Caleb's nose wrinkles and he squints at his book. Still...he continues to contribute to it, with some trepidation.]
Who knows, with these people. They have been living out in isolation for a while, I think.
[Sometimes you do weird shit when you're separated from society.]
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intro log #6 - Frederick
I...have not looked.
[He'd only been passing by Paws about Town and gotten vaguely distracted by the robocats.
Honestly it's a little surprising to him that Frederick seems to care so much about making sure he finds what he wants. They're perfect strangers. Maybe that's a little obvious in the way he's looking at the other man. Confused and a little hesitant.]
I think you are probably right. There must be some. [Caleb shrugs.] I don't have any gold anyway.
And it still wouldn't be my cat.
[Wait...that sounds a little rude. Okay.]
Thank you, though. Again.
[For...caring? Nailed it.]
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intro log #6 - Peter Q.
[Caleb's absolutely not the type to really press on anyone's backstory because...Caleb doesn't want anyone asking him any questions. It's just safer that way. He makes a sound of understanding at the explanation. Or maybe at Peter alerting him to that particularly untrustworthy-looking tile. One of the two.]
Ja, it's been a few days. Not many.
And you?
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