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8/7/2020 12:24:16 PM
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Titan steps through the door, looking around the inn to decide where to sit
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A smile grows on Cara’s face, and she straightens to wipe her hands off on her apron. She steps forward and gestures to a small table with two seats, a comfortable place to sit for someone traveling on their own. “Heavens, I’m seein’ a good number o’ familiar faces today,” she says in her familiar Irish accent. “Been a good while since I last saw ye! How are ye? Can I get ye anythin’?”
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"I'm doing alright. A glass of water would be nice." He sits down in one of the seats
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Cara leaves to pour some cool water into a wooden cup. She quickly returns, though she seems a little distracted, and a sudden move causes a small amount if the water to spill. She mumbles in frustration to herself and dries off the cup’s side. “So wha’ brings ye back ta Kleinton, if I may ask?” She asks as she sets the drink before the visitor.
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Titan shrugs. "Just got control of my body back, figured I'd head someplace quiet. You good?"
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She crosses her arms casually, though gives Titan an odd look. “Ta tell the truth, I could be better. Concerned fer a friend is all. Wha’ ye mean by ye ‘got control o’ yer body back’?”
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Titan chuckles as he rubs the back of his helmet. "I've kind of ended up with a split personality, but he didn't really show up until after I got taken over by an eldritch horror. After I finally got rid of it with some help from some others, I was exhausted, and the other guy kinda snuck out. But now I'm back."
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Cara’s brow furrows. “Good heavens, I’m glad yer back. Tha’ does not sound like a pleasant situation ta be in.”
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"Yep. My alter self isn't too happy I came back, so he's making a bit of noise. But all's well that ends well. What's going on with your friend? I might be able to help out."
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A concerned expression falls over her face, and she gives a light sigh. “She’s... preparin’ ta chase after someone with bad intentions. But the last time she faced ‘im, it didn’t end well. I don’ tink it’s me place ta say much more. Ye May have ta ask her yerself.”
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Titan nods sympathetically. "It's always hard when friends go through tough times. I'll talk to her, see if I can help her out."
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Cara smiles slightly at his understanding, and tilts her head towards a set of stairs ascending to the balcony overlooking the first floor of the inn. “I can take ye ta her whenever ye are ready.”
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Titan nods. "Let's not keep her waiting then."
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She makes her way up the stairs to the balcony, and pauses at one of a few hallways. She turned to Titan. “Fourth door on the left. This is... a more delicate matter ta Skye. Ye may want ta tell her tha’ ye are a friend o’ mine so tha’ she will be quicker ta trust.”
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"Will do." He turns and walks down the hall, then knocks on the fourth door on the left
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In response is a loud [i]snap[/i], followed by a [i]thud[/i] against the door, then a startled yelp from someone inside. There is some scuttling that can be heard, then the door opens to reveal a tall woman of about twenty years of age. She wears a blue hoodie and jeans, and her hair is pulled back into a braid. Her green eyes look at Titan curiously, though she seems to have had a bit of a scare. “Oh, um... good evening,” she says in a mild Scottish accent. “Can I help you with something?”
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"I'm actually here to see if I can help you. Cara mentioned that you were going through some trouble."
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She takes a second to reply, in thought of what Titan had said. She bites her lip. “Cara told you? Well... um... in what way were you thinking of helping?” She is obviously a little cautious.
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Titan shrugs. "She only told me that you were in a spot of trouble, very vague. But she was pretty worried about it, so I decided that I should look into it."
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Skye steps to the side to allow room for Titan to enter. “Honestly... I-I wouldn’t mind the help, but I won’t make anyone jump into this without first letting them know what’s going on. You can come in, if you want... I’ll answer the whatever questions I can.”
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Titan nods and walks in.
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She gestures towards a chair beside a table covered in various tools and metal parts surrounding what appears to be some kind of longbow. She sits herself down on a chest at the foot of a bed on the opposite side. “So... um... should I just start out with a backstory?”
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He sits down on the chair. "Sure, may as well."
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“So... um... long story short, I’m going after my brother. He is after revenge for our father, who was murdered about five years ago. But he also wants to ‘get rid of the corruption’ he believes is in our homeland, and his views have become twisted, and he will hurt innocent people. He created thousands of little beads he calls ‘Atoms’, which he controls through a special pair of gloves. I have to keep him from continuing this.” She speaks as though she had told the story many times before, but it is clear to see in her posture and facial expression as she sets the stack of paper back on the bed that she is sorrowful at the subject. “His Atoms could be hard to fight, especially since he will have improved them. If you don’t want to risk it, I understand.”
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Titan nods. "That sounds like you'll need a lot of help. I'm in."
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[spoiler]You’re in![/spoiler] Skye smiles gratefully, fumbling with words. “Th-thank you, I really appreciate—it’s really—“ She shakes her head to refocus herself. “I will need the help. I don’t think it will be easy, but with the small team I have put together, hopefully we can bring him back.” She hastily grabs a piece of paper and a pencil. “Oh, um, what’s your name?”
