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klaus hargreeves (n̶u̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ ̶f̶o̶u̶r̶). ([personal profile] seance) wrote in [community profile] soulforge2013-02-02 10:32 am

EY LYN EY insert deep song lyrics here ok

[ It's not the first time he's ended up in a place without knowing how he got there, and the worst part of it is he's genuinely used to it. But it still takes Fox a moment to regain his focus and take stock of his surroundings, try to figure out exactly where here is. Definitely a pub, and certainly not one his father would approve of. As far as these situations go, it's not a bad one; he's got a table to himself in the corner and half a pint sitting in front of him.

And a journal - no, scraps of paper; records? Begged off the bartender, apparently, and he's been writing on the back. After a quick glance around to make sure he's not likely to be mugged in the near future, he takes a drink and turns his attention to his handiwork - though it doesn't take long for his curious expression to drop.

It's poetry, and it's awful. ]


This is terrible.
earthblood: (be the lightning in me)

[personal profile] earthblood 2013-02-02 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
[Mordecai's sitting just one table over, smiling like a puppy in a field of flowers. Pubs, inns, taverns--any place where humanity congregates together is his favorite place. He likes listening to conversations, tasting the drinks and the food, watching a fight break out, all of it. The vitality feeds him, energizes him in turn.

His keen hearing picks up on the stranger muttering to himself, and Mordecai leans over, interjecting with great interest:]


Is it, really? Let me see.