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A Man Called Gar Fuck, it's you I hate the most~ "Nope," he said. Maybe there's no guarantee~ "Maybe this conversation should be taken inside." It doesn't matter~

A Man Called Gar (Wow!) This time I might just disappear~ "You can call me Gar," he answered. Ah yeah~

A Man Called Gar Tired of giving up the ghost~ "Either whoever wore this wouldn't win a tall man competition or some of if didn't get exploded," said Gar. Maybe there's no guarantee~ "Heh, maybe some landed on the roof or something." He shrugged and took a drink from his waterskin. It doesn't matter~ (Uuh)~

A Man Called Gar It doesn't matter~ "I'll be looking forward to it," said Gar. (Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm)~

A Man Called Gar (Mo mo mo mo moah)~ "Yeah, hand-crafted by yours truly," said Gar. (Uh)~ Or knife crafted really. Try and hear me, then I'm done~ "Thought after the flowers something more... personal, was a good idea. And it looks like it was, glad you like it." 'Cause I might just say this once~ "Carved it when I was in the city. Why I took a bit to come 'round this time." Seen this play out in my dream~

A Man Called Gar (Uh)~ "Yeah. I think, I sort of dumped him in the middle of the military's lines with instructions before heading off after Lamael," said Gar. (Woah oooh oh oh)~ "I mean, the fort commander didn't try and kill me for coming in late so I figure that was worth a gift." This time I might just dis-~ "Speaking of those..." Gar stopped what he was doing (nothing) and pulled a small brown satchel out of one of his pouches. (Mo mo mo mo moah, mo mo mo mo moah)~ "Catch~" He lightly tossed the pouch to Suzzy Q when she was finished with her latest recovery. AH YEAH~

A Man Called Gar (Uh)~ "Yeah, Invictus, that sounds defeatable," Gar replied. (Woah Oooh oh oh)~ "I mean, we might have dealt with them faster if it was more than myself and two others walking around after that sneak attack on the Fort." This time I might just dis-~ Gar started scooping up pieces between his fingers. Mo mo mo mo moah, mo mo mo mo moah)~ "I could have taken the rest of those assailants myself if I hadn't been stuck babysitting a prisoner I took in the middle of it all." AH YEAH~ Gar flicked all eight pieces towards the pile. (Mo mo mo mo moah, oooh)~ "But the military got itself sorted out and ruined my fun so I had to go into the city to pursue it." This time I might just disappear~

A Man Called Gar It doesn't matter~ "Hmmm, well..." (Ooh ooh ooh)~ Something flying~ Had me feeling like a ghost~ "Let's see, what were they called? Inlictus? Anyway, one of those anti-crown rebel groups that are a copper a dozen sprang up and made a play." And that's what I hate the most~ Gar picked up two pieces of scrap and hurled one into the air. Guess I'm giving up again~ "Damn effective one, for once. Managed to cause some real carnage before they got put down like those types do." This time~ Gar flicked the piece he held into the other sending them both towards the pile. (This time)~ "We got involved in the initial attack and Raquel nearly died." (This time)~ "Again." This time I might just disappear~ "So then I spent the night hunting them down 'til they all fled, then in the day we went and wiped out their leadership. Or recruited them. I'm not sure which I slept most of the way here." Ah yeah~

A Man Called Gar 'Cause the world might do me in~ "So, anything else exciting happening?" he asked as he began trawling through the blades of grass. It's alright 'cause I'm with friends~ Funnily enough, ever time he actually bent over to sift he found fragments. Guess I'm giving up again~

A Man Called Gar "And we've got the perfect mundane task to practice with," he said. Might as well do a bit of singing himself...

A Man Called Gar "I went for song because that's my default," Gar answered. "It took a while, yeah, but I found it has the best balance between keeping your mind busy and maintaining clarity of thought. Though..." She might not have the time to learn that in-depth. He looked over Suzzy Q. NICE! "Don't know how magic's gonna run interference on that. It might be worth it, to say, flip your 'mental words' between different languages instead."

A Man Called Gar Gar snapped his finger. "Sing a song~" he tapped the side of his head. "Keeps the mind-sneaks from peeping in. They rely on it more than they realize." Xenia "Strap fake wings on?" Xenia shrugged since the good idea was already taken.

A Man Called Gar "Ouch... yeah... that's gonna be bad..." But... He bent down and picked up some sliver of metal. "Five gold this is somehow relevant to taking down those things." He tossed the scrap unto the pile. "I'm not much for peppy speeches, but at least that siege here was fended off." Xenia "What," said Xenia, "you gonna go around with a banner declaring you're Horizon? Don't say anything, keep your head down and let the 'Skotian speakers speak. And if that fails make sure you have a big fat bribe waiting."

A Man Called Gar "Me? Well, I deflected an arrow, but that's about it," he answered. "It was Raquel who got another round of the near-death special and with it there's this whole other plate of nonsense involving her and my contract's perimeters have just been put into such a weird jeopardy that will need clarification and so on and so forth. Don't wanna bog you two down with those details, aye?" He glanced over at the scrap pile before looking back at Suzzy Q. "So, how have you been when not on scrap duty?"

A Man Called Gar Could be anything too bad if they aren't containing the area but... "Well, if it's just slivers I should be fine," he answered. He'd just switch out his gloves. "I'm sure there's some crazy magic out there that could have done this." Not that he was an expert. Well, an up-close view might help. "Yeah, I prefer my hair more... there, but I might have to start putting real effort into this contract so that means short-hair."

A Man Called Gar "Scrap metal?" Gar asked looking at the pile. "I mean, I don't mind—I won't be of much help with bigger pieces—but I don't mind. But don't they have cleaning staff for that kinda thing? What even happened? Something explode without me around?"

A Man Called Gar "Hm? Oh, ohhhhhh," he said as it dawned on him. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. That's... touching. Really." That sounded sarcastic even though he meant otherwise. Ehhh... "Little tip: Distraction, then 'surprise'."

A Man Called Gar Gar was kind of expecting a wave back. But hey, maybe she didn't want to overplay herself... or something? Still she walked up, all cute and smiling and saying "hi" and then came the lightning. Gar was always on guard. Sometimes he played out that he wasn't. Sometimes he did get caught flat-footed regardless. A long and fun series of break-ups meant he always had an eye out in case someone wanted to poke his eye out. Gods know he didn't want to deal with a catapult again... Normally those had build-up to their inevitable disaster. He barely avoided a blunder here just on sheer reflex. When he saw Suzzy Q leading up to a spell and he damn well knew he was the only target in sight his knees tensed. When the spell went off in his direction he flipped himself backwards—seeing the spell strike the ground as his sight aligned—and landed with practiced ease. Lot easier than landing on that boat, at least. "Huh," he said. "I didn't mistake you for one of those, uhhh"—crap he'd forgotten the term—"copy... people runnin' around? Cause normally it takes a bit longer before I start getting attacked outta nowhere like that." Granted targeting his feet with such a puny bolt wasn't really an attack... kinda why he was baffled, really.

A Man Once Called Gar There was a certain someone who wasn't quite at Weyland's Estate. Yet. He'd hopped out early, made his way into the city for his own reasons. Get the lay of the land. The common man's word. The common man's food. Little bit of something else too, had to be taken care of before he started walkin' back. Gar ran his fingers through his recently sheared hair. Not even long enough to grasp between fingers anymore, even. Annoying, but way better than having that smell hovering about his head for who knows how long. Even after washing it a half-dozen times it still lingered so the only option was just lobbing as much of it off as he could. Fat bastard's blood stank like shit. Still, he needed a trim, in light of the continued escalations of absurdity that were Raquel's life. He might actually have to start taking this seriously. Eating an apple, as he was wont to do, Gar made his way over. Lucky, lucky him. Now if he were a betting man—actually he was a betting man! So that would mean the person he wanted to see would be... Somewhere. Well, he'd wander over eventually. And eventually, he did. It looked like a training field, in-use by a couple people but only one really drew his eye. He gave a wave to Suzume when she could see him. "Hey-a." Xenia Xenia shivered for reasons she couldn't quite explain.

Xenia Xenia gave a nod at the names and nursed her drink for a bit. When the subject of food came up though... "Well, I'm no expert on the diets of wyverns or dragons or anything, but make sure whatever food you carry for that little'un's cleared for both species. Doubt they have much different palates but don't wanna go assumin' on life er death here."

Xenia "Thank ya kindly," Xenia said and took a glass. "So, Horizon?" Xenia mused as she took a sip. "That mean you remember things she's forgot, then?" Xenia looked over at Raquel attempting to... pet, a dragon. "Hm, speaking of names, I'm Xenia Xanthe."

Xenia Another short and absurd explanation later. She needed a drink and luckily someone else was pouring! "Gimme a glass of the good stuff," said Xenia towards the guy. Looking back at the... Raquels, she said, "So, was your life ever normal or did the Gods have it out for you from day one?" She ignored the other intrusion for the moment.

Xenia Right back to Europa. Right back where this unending misery started. Should have said no. Should have done a lot of things. She made sure XANTHIPPE was nice and comfortable before dealing with herself. And, eventually, looking for some food in the dining hall. Walking right in she noticed Raquel. And a white-haired Raquel. She had to rub her eyes and shift her sight a few times before realizing this was real. "Normally it takes about a keg before I start seeing double," said Xenia. "And usually they're both pink, so, uh, what's going on with this?"

Xenia "Should we be worried if they know where your house is?" Xenia asked.

It's not really needed live but I did have some funny stuff for Gar's return.