[Down the streets of Vandare lays a man standing firmly on the sidewalk, a pamphlet in his hand seemingly interrogating a young looking human girl with an armful of them, looking as though he must have been threatening her or something to that extent. She's standing with her back almost pressed against a building while the man holds a hand on his hip and the pamphlet out towards her, a stern look that a father would give to his teenage daughter after catching her past curfew set on his face and the front of the pamphlet can be read pretty clearly if you're close enough.
"Substitutes for human flesh!"]
Eating humans?! Now, what would give you such a ridiculous-- w-wait, wait!
[During his chaste yelling, he took a step forward and the girl had let out a small yell -- dropping all of her pamphlets as she tried to shield herself with her arms. Her sudden defensive stance has Garry moving back a step or two, looking incredulously at her before dropping his gaze back down to the pamphlet in his hand.
Eating human flesh...]
Now, now.. d-don't look so frightened. I wouldn't hurt a fly!
[It's hopeless Garry... she's running as quick as she can now that he's moved back and given her some room. Leaving a very confused and slightly perturbed man with a pile of pamphlets scattered at his feet.]
three.
[Before Garry knew it... he had somehow walked all the way to a quaint looking town in the middle of.. nowhere, probably. His feet hurt, his back hurt, his hips hurt.. man, he felt old. Only in his twenties and already worn out from a little bit-- well, alright. He'd been walking for hours, that's probably not anything to actually sneeze at.
Either way, he was here now wherever "here" was. And a nagging voice in the back of his mind that kept telling him to "Seek Me Out" was gone now that he was here, leaving the question of "who" was to be sought. He was going to ask a nearby villager but they looked.. busy. Dancing around a fire, singing praise of a "God" of some kind.. instead, he goes for someone who looks perhaps as lost as he did. Or anyone who wasn't dancing around a fire, at least.]
Excuse me. You haven't happened to have....
[Garry trails off for a moment, before giving his head a small shake and offering an apologetic smile.]
Ah, no. Never mind.
[Now that he thinks about it.. asking a stranger about a voice in his head sounds quite weird, doesn't it?]
Garry | Ib
[Down the streets of Vandare lays a man standing firmly on the sidewalk, a pamphlet in his hand seemingly interrogating a young looking human girl with an armful of them, looking as though he must have been threatening her or something to that extent. She's standing with her back almost pressed against a building while the man holds a hand on his hip and the pamphlet out towards her, a stern look that a father would give to his teenage daughter after catching her past curfew set on his face and the front of the pamphlet can be read pretty clearly if you're close enough.
"Substitutes for human flesh!"]
Eating humans?! Now, what would give you such a ridiculous-- w-wait, wait!
[During his chaste yelling, he took a step forward and the girl had let out a small yell -- dropping all of her pamphlets as she tried to shield herself with her arms. Her sudden defensive stance has Garry moving back a step or two, looking incredulously at her before dropping his gaze back down to the pamphlet in his hand.
Eating human flesh...]
Now, now.. d-don't look so frightened. I wouldn't hurt a fly!
[It's hopeless Garry... she's running as quick as she can now that he's moved back and given her some room. Leaving a very confused and slightly perturbed man with a pile of pamphlets scattered at his feet.]
three.
[Before Garry knew it... he had somehow walked all the way to a quaint looking town in the middle of.. nowhere, probably. His feet hurt, his back hurt, his hips hurt.. man, he felt old. Only in his twenties and already worn out from a little bit-- well, alright. He'd been walking for hours, that's probably not anything to actually sneeze at.
Either way, he was here now wherever "here" was. And a nagging voice in the back of his mind that kept telling him to "Seek Me Out" was gone now that he was here, leaving the question of "who" was to be sought. He was going to ask a nearby villager but they looked.. busy. Dancing around a fire, singing praise of a "God" of some kind.. instead, he goes for someone who looks perhaps as lost as he did. Or anyone who wasn't dancing around a fire, at least.]
Excuse me. You haven't happened to have....
[Garry trails off for a moment, before giving his head a small shake and offering an apologetic smile.]
Ah, no. Never mind.
[Now that he thinks about it.. asking a stranger about a voice in his head sounds quite weird, doesn't it?]
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