Creation 11

[dodo_master]

[Cynric's out and about on the town as usual! Today you'll find him in a few places, we're you're free to harass/gawk at/possibly talk to?:

1!) Squinting at various store fronts in downtown Mayfield, frowning and wrinkling his nose in frustration. This town has a distinct lack of tea trays. What a bother.

2!) At the grocery store! His basket has things in it like tea, sugar, cream, bread, cheese, some meats... and candy. And cookies. Oh, those apples look good! And how about some this breakfast cereal? He'll probably ask your advice on what would be better for a party: black or red licorice? Or maybe you'll spot the shorty trying to reach a taller shelf, knocking over everything in creation in the process.

3!) In your garage. Yep, yours. He's rooting through your stuff, looking for tea trays mostly, but he gets distracted by pretty much anything. Especially mechanical bits, large and small. Or anything else fin that might catch his eye. He sees nothing wrong with taking anything - after all, is it really YOUR stuff, Mayfield? It was here when you got here, right? Unless whatever he's taking is regain-related. Oops.

4!) Practicing his singing in his backyard, with his dodo for an audience. After all, he's made friends with some of music's finest, and he wants to impress. The scary part? The boy is actually good. REALLY good. He's got a lovely tenor voice. After all, he's had several hundred years to get it right. You'll hear him doing scales and singing snippets from his favorite opera, Don Giovanni.]

Comments

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[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[Oh hello there theif. Care to explain why you are rooting through her tools?]

Please put those back.

Now.

[And if he's ever spoken to her before, her tone is less "cheery/fake happy" and going more towards the area of "I'm going to kill you"]

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Of course he has! And found her to be a lovely lady. So when he hears you, he turns to you and smiles.]

Ah! Miss GLaDOS! Mind if I borrow this? [He hefts up a large wrench.]

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes. Him. Someone she tries to be "nice" to. Her voice is now less threatening.]

It would have been easier to ask before breaking into someones home. Or at least more polite.

Why do you want that?

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want to bother anyone! Most people don't seem to lock their garages anyway.

[He looks at the wrench again.]

I don't know. Yet. But I'm sure it'll come in handy for something!

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

I'd rather you wouldn't. They won't let me buy tools here so I had to get my husband to get me some while he was droned.

It's a hassle I'd really rather not go through again.

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

Ah, they won't let me either! They keep telling me to send my father. I guess that would be Zevran. I wonder if he would?

[He unceremoniously drops the wrench, and continues to poke around in your stuff.]

[getsciencedone.livejournal.com]

[Is watching you carefully.]

Apparently only adult males can buy tools here. It seems to be a rather silly rule.

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[laughedatbygod.livejournal.com]

[Salieri's walking on by when he hears a hauntingly familiar song drifting on the air. He stops in place for a moment, his eye twitching as he resolves to find the source of that wretchedly beautiful music. Eventually he'll end up at Cynric's backyard, staring over the fence.]

i should have known!

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Sorry Salieri! But he's singing it, and doing it damned well. He doesn't see you, but after a minute or two the dodo will spot you and squawk, alerting Cynric to your presence.]

Oh! Mr. Salieri! I had no idea you were there.

[laughedatbygod.livejournal.com]

...So, you are a fan of Mozart's, I see.

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

Naturally! Ah, it's been so long since I've done any singing! I only have myself to blame if I sounded out of practice.

[laughedatbygod.livejournal.com]

Tell me, Cynric... do you happen to know any pieces from Armida?

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[He thinks for a moment... this old man has a bad memory. But then he gives a bit of a start as it comes back to him.]

I think I remember that one! Goodness, so difficult, that bel canto style! So dramatic, but very nice.

3 placeholder - I gots to get to school. |D

[ladysawsaw.livejournal.com]

[Unlike most garages in Mayfield, the Loew-house is quite different. It lacks a car, and most normal tools. What does it have, instead?

A tank and a collection of golem constructs. Is Cynric trying to take one of the helpful little guys? The tank? IDK man, you tell me.

In any case, have an angry chainsaw man-woman.]

The fuck do you think you're doing?!

Until later then! *salute*

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Well clearly this is the greatest garage in town! Someone made GOLEMS! And he remembers this tank now, and it's driver, oh yes. He hasn't gotten around to taking anything yet, too distracted by this stuff. He looks positively gleeful.

It's also a good (bad?) thing he pretty much has no fear of anything.]

Ah! I should have known this was your house, wha with this thing parked in here. And these golems! Are they yours?

Re: Until later then! *salute*

[ladysawsaw.livejournal.com]

Of course it's my house, you dumbshit! If the woman sees--

[Oh, hello, ego. What's that? Someone noticing Giriko's obvious talents? How novel!]

--eh. Heh. Well, shit. Yeah, I guess they are. I'm a Master Enchanter, you know!

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Cynric is great for stroking egos because EVERYTHING IS AWESOME.

And at the mention of "Master Enchanter", he grins even wider.]

You are? Really! An Enchanter, I should have known! And the town's given you your abilities back? You're very lucky! I still don't have mine.

man one day I will have a better schedule

[ladysawsaw.livejournal.com]

[Heh. Of course he's awesome. Yes.

Wait, why was this douchebag in here, again? Oh well, probably doesn't matter.]

Shit yeah they have. I got a whole legion of the little bastards, you know? Right? Tch-- but...

Ain't doing all that good of a job.

They're supposed to, you know, I mean. Keep people out.

i always have to go to bed early cuz i'm old & have work 8|

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

Oh. Well I suppose not then. Might need some retooling. Stronger command portions of your spells, perhaps?

[He goes to poke one. He could improve them. He could do so much, if only this town would give his magic back to him.]

No matter! They're still quite great. Haven't seen any others since I got to town. And I'm always glad to meet other spellcasters!

4 (Damn I'm late, sorry)

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, alright, even Pokey has to stop and take a peak at that. And needless to say? Not who he was expecting to see at all, Cynric.]

...Seriously?

no worries~

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[He stops when he hears your voice and blinks at you. Hephaestus is happy to see a familiar face, and squawks cheerfully at you.]


...hmm? Oh, Pokey! Yes?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[As awesome as it is, he's never going to get used to seeing the dodo, which immediately draws his attention first. Just staring at it.]

..Oh, uh...that singing...that was you?

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Heph is.... kinda derpy. But he loooooooves you. And everyone else.]

Oh! Yes, I was practicing. Haven't done much lately, been feeling rusty. So you heard it? Did I sound alright?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

You sounded...

[Fantastic. Really, what the fuck? That was you?]

Yeah, you were alright. I've heard better, y'know?

[dodo-master.livejournal.com]

[He pouts a bit, then shrugs.] Ah, I should have known. I only have myself to blame for slacking off! Well, it's not like I don't have all the time in the world here to practice.