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A Springtime walk and seeing new friends are almost the same thing [Active]
Character(s): Saburo, open to all
Content: Saburo is selling (more like giving out) Illustrated Poems!
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Evening time
Warnings: None--!
It seemed a bit egotistical of whoever this guy was, but who was he to question the mayor of this new place and how he shows himself around. Ah, and a fantastic place it was, very rustic feeling. Definitely something out of a fantasy novel or video game. And with a new and interesting place, there was a chance to set up an old shop he hasn't used in a long time.
Pulling out some paper and his pen, Saburo drew up a place mat for him to set down on the grass near the gate he came from. And then, he just sat there, observing people and drawing things every so often. Sometimes it was just portraits of people, other times it was interesting observations of people interacting. And every so often, he would wave at people and interrupt them with a simple question.
"Want to have an illustrated poem?"
Content: Saburo is selling (more like giving out) Illustrated Poems!
Setting: Joutenheim Gate
Time: Evening time
Warnings: None--!
It seemed a bit egotistical of whoever this guy was, but who was he to question the mayor of this new place and how he shows himself around. Ah, and a fantastic place it was, very rustic feeling. Definitely something out of a fantasy novel or video game. And with a new and interesting place, there was a chance to set up an old shop he hasn't used in a long time.
Pulling out some paper and his pen, Saburo drew up a place mat for him to set down on the grass near the gate he came from. And then, he just sat there, observing people and drawing things every so often. Sometimes it was just portraits of people, other times it was interesting observations of people interacting. And every so often, he would wave at people and interrupt them with a simple question.
"Want to have an illustrated poem?"
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During his walk, he overheard a small voice offering one of the strangest things he had ever heard. However, he was used to speaking with dragons, so his idea of strange was likely different to someone else.
"An illustrated poem, did you say?" he asked, peeking around a street sign, reading the same lawful decree as everything other shop window in sight.
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And so, stop he did. After all, there was little enough to mark him as belonging to the Organization, with his coat gone. True, his hair and scar had a tendency to stand out, but they were no more than one might find on anyone. Certainly nothing that he would consider to be enough to put a hold to anything.
"For what purpose?"