dodo_master | Creation 11

[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.]

[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"]

[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.]

[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?!

[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?

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

4 (Damn I'm late, sorry)