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former Mayfield resident, currently homeless
former Mayfield resident, currently homeless
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Creation 16
[Cynric, thanks to the post office, is now completely up to his full magical potential! Sorry, Mayfield. So very sorry.
Today the residents and neighbors of 1669 Nelson will see an odd sight. The recently budding trees and plant life around the house are all dead and dried. One might even accidentally stumble across a bird or squirrel that looks like it fell off a tree or roof, dead as a doornail. The smudged remains of a magical circle are left in sidewalk chalk near the house.
Elsewhere in town, Cynric can be seen with Hephaestus the dodo and... some sort of horrible cat monstrosity. You see, Cynric is an immensely powerful mage. The most powerful in his world, though he's not aware of that fact. His specialties, as he's told many people, lie in the creation of golems, chimera, homunculi and other creations via alchemy, summoning and other spells. And of couse, the first thing he's done is whip him self up a new friend. Made of cats. Several cats. Maybe around 8 of them. They've been formed into one unhappy, pointy-toothed, mangy mass about 8 feet in length and with 6 legs. Tiny Cynric is sitting on top of it as they walk through town, looking quite pleased. Heph totters along side them cheerfully as always. Cynric will tip his hat to one and all!]
Ah, good morning!
[[OOC - Cynric's magic has a tragic flaw to it - it sucks out the energy/life out of things around him, instead of using his own (like Theo, since they come from the same world). He shouldn't be doing a lot of casting in this thread, but be warned if he does - if your character is nearby when he does, they will get light headed, pass out or in some instances, die. Though unless he casts something huge, that last one shouldn't happen.]]
Today the residents and neighbors of 1669 Nelson will see an odd sight. The recently budding trees and plant life around the house are all dead and dried. One might even accidentally stumble across a bird or squirrel that looks like it fell off a tree or roof, dead as a doornail. The smudged remains of a magical circle are left in sidewalk chalk near the house.
Elsewhere in town, Cynric can be seen with Hephaestus the dodo and... some sort of horrible cat monstrosity. You see, Cynric is an immensely powerful mage. The most powerful in his world, though he's not aware of that fact. His specialties, as he's told many people, lie in the creation of golems, chimera, homunculi and other creations via alchemy, summoning and other spells. And of couse, the first thing he's done is whip him self up a new friend. Made of cats. Several cats. Maybe around 8 of them. They've been formed into one unhappy, pointy-toothed, mangy mass about 8 feet in length and with 6 legs. Tiny Cynric is sitting on top of it as they walk through town, looking quite pleased. Heph totters along side them cheerfully as always. Cynric will tip his hat to one and all!]
Ah, good morning!
[[OOC - Cynric's magic has a tragic flaw to it - it sucks out the energy/life out of things around him, instead of using his own (like Theo, since they come from the same world). He shouldn't be doing a lot of casting in this thread, but be warned if he does - if your character is nearby when he does, they will get light headed, pass out or in some instances, die. Though unless he casts something huge, that last one shouldn't happen.]]
Creation 15
[Action A: Guess who is all up in your business today, Mayfield! Cynric hasn't gotten all of his magic back, just two spells so far. One allows him to speak to his creations, which is only his dodo Hephaestus at the moment. The other is a magic detection spell that lets him find sources of magic within about a 50 yard radius of himself. these were affects that he always had going and greatly missed. Now that he has the latter back, he's on a mission to find all the different kind of magic there is in town! Do you have a magical item or affect on you? Cynric will be following you, and he's hardly subtle. If he gets a ping from your house or garage, he'll be peeking in windows to see what he find. Whatever he might find, he's heading towards it.
Action B: Later, to any visitors at the bowling alley have to put up with him as an attendant. Except usually all he's doing is bowling too. He's terrible at it, but enjoys every minute of it. He's tickled when he manages to knock anything down, and like an excited child, will get the attention of someone nearby to show off.]
Oi! Did you see that? Got those two right on the end!
Action B: Later, to any visitors at the bowling alley have to put up with him as an attendant. Except usually all he's doing is bowling too. He's terrible at it, but enjoys every minute of it. He's tickled when he manages to knock anything down, and like an excited child, will get the attention of someone nearby to show off.]
Oi! Did you see that? Got those two right on the end!
Creation 14
[Phone! For the first time, Mayfield, have an irritated-sounding Cynric.]
Mayfield, I know that you send people home all the time, but if I am to remain here, can the interesting ones at least stay with me? It's not often famous composers of opera roll into your life, and that you might be given the chance to be the lead of the opera he is composing.
[A pause.] But that's the way things go. Even outside of Mayfield. Being permanently droned is the closest we have to death, after all.
If anyone had been getting voice lessons from Mr. Salieri, I would be glad to offer in his place. I have centuries of practice and knowledge so I know you will find me to be a satisfactory instructor. My name is Cynric; feel free to contact me.
[With that, he hangs up. Not!family or visitors will find him sitting on the porch and pouting while stuffing his face with red licorice. Hephaestus, his dodo, is beside himself as he can tell there's something wrong with his master, but since they still can't communicate, he doesn't know what. He's flitting about trying to cheer Cynric up.]
Mayfield, I know that you send people home all the time, but if I am to remain here, can the interesting ones at least stay with me? It's not often famous composers of opera roll into your life, and that you might be given the chance to be the lead of the opera he is composing.
[A pause.] But that's the way things go. Even outside of Mayfield. Being permanently droned is the closest we have to death, after all.
If anyone had been getting voice lessons from Mr. Salieri, I would be glad to offer in his place. I have centuries of practice and knowledge so I know you will find me to be a satisfactory instructor. My name is Cynric; feel free to contact me.
[With that, he hangs up. Not!family or visitors will find him sitting on the porch and pouting while stuffing his face with red licorice. Hephaestus, his dodo, is beside himself as he can tell there's something wrong with his master, but since they still can't communicate, he doesn't know what. He's flitting about trying to cheer Cynric up.]
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Creation 13
Hmph. Well. I-If this is your idea of a joke, Mayfield, I don't like it! Christmas is no time for cruel pranks. And I don't believe this for a second, anyway. Of course my sons would want to see me. They would never say such things!
I'm sure of this.
[He doesn't sound so confident. But Cynric hangs up the phone, and sits down near the tree and the gift he was given. Inside was the severed heads of his sons. He can't stand to open it again. Even if he thinks this is a joke, it's still tough to deal with and he's not sure what to do. Family members will find him there, looking angry and unsure of what to do.]
[[OOC - Like a lot of you, I'll be busy IRL with holiday hijinks. I'll do my best to tag around and post with all my characters later tonight or tomorrow! Merry Christmas, all.]]
I'm sure of this.
[He doesn't sound so confident. But Cynric hangs up the phone, and sits down near the tree and the gift he was given. Inside was the severed heads of his sons. He can't stand to open it again. Even if he thinks this is a joke, it's still tough to deal with and he's not sure what to do. Family members will find him there, looking angry and unsure of what to do.]
[[OOC - Like a lot of you, I'll be busy IRL with holiday hijinks. I'll do my best to tag around and post with all my characters later tonight or tomorrow! Merry Christmas, all.]]
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Creation 12
[Beware, Mayfield! There's a dodo on the loose!
Okay, okay. He's hardly anything to be feared. Quite the opposite, really. Hephaestus might be big, but he's really just like an overly-affectionate, 3-foot-tall pigeon. He's trundling about the neighborhood getting into your business! It seems like his master forgot to lock the gate, and ol' Heph has escaped into town.
Heph, being magically created by Cynric, is smarter than the average dodo, but that's not saying too much. He's a lot like his master, what with his love of people and his curiosity. And you might just find him while you're out and about today!
Maybe he's gotten into your house through a door left ajar. Not to mention you left some delicious fruit out on the kitchen table... or maybe he's playing with the fallen leaves in your yard. He might be in the park too, taking a bath in the water fountain. He could be following you down the street because you *obviously* look like someone who is friendly and interesting! You also might have food. Naturally.
Cynric after awhile will be out looking for him, calling out his pet's name. He'll catch up with him sometime in the evening though.]
[[Just mention a scenario in the post, and if you're approaching Heph or Cynric! Thanks.]]
Okay, okay. He's hardly anything to be feared. Quite the opposite, really. Hephaestus might be big, but he's really just like an overly-affectionate, 3-foot-tall pigeon. He's trundling about the neighborhood getting into your business! It seems like his master forgot to lock the gate, and ol' Heph has escaped into town.
Heph, being magically created by Cynric, is smarter than the average dodo, but that's not saying too much. He's a lot like his master, what with his love of people and his curiosity. And you might just find him while you're out and about today!
Maybe he's gotten into your house through a door left ajar. Not to mention you left some delicious fruit out on the kitchen table... or maybe he's playing with the fallen leaves in your yard. He might be in the park too, taking a bath in the water fountain. He could be following you down the street because you *obviously* look like someone who is friendly and interesting! You also might have food. Naturally.
Cynric after awhile will be out looking for him, calling out his pet's name. He'll catch up with him sometime in the evening though.]
[[Just mention a scenario in the post, and if you're approaching Heph or Cynric! Thanks.]]
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.]
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.]
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Creation 10
Are there any tailors in town? The post office returned my clothes to me but took two of my fingers! Not to mention they got all bloody after that...
I was thinking maybe I could have someone help recreate them, then I can return these to the post office and get my fingers back! Brilliant, eh? I don't have a lot to give you in return since the town won't give me a job but... I don't know, I'll figure something out! I'm confident I can be of help somehow. Errands and such? I even have a bike now to do it with! I've even figured out how to ride it now.
I was thinking maybe I could have someone help recreate them, then I can return these to the post office and get my fingers back! Brilliant, eh? I don't have a lot to give you in return since the town won't give me a job but... I don't know, I'll figure something out! I'm confident I can be of help somehow. Errands and such? I even have a bike now to do it with! I've even figured out how to ride it now.
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Creation 9
[Cynric had been woken abruptly by the drones in this house this morning. According to them it was his birthday! He attempted to protest, saying that it wasn't, at least he didn't *think* so, he couldn't quite remember, but they laughed it off as usual. Oh Cynric, always such a joker!
Giving up arguing, Cynric decided to follow the drone mother down stairs to be treated to a bountiful birthday breakfast... and a present. Once he finished the food he was led outside to see one super bitchin' bicycle. OK, well, time to stop arguing! He was thrilled by this. It even has a light on it and everything!
A quick phone call will be made to everyone before he tries it out:]
Does this town normally arbitrarily assign birthdays? Or does it really know that today is it? Because I certainly didn't remember! They also seem to think I'm 15 now. [He scoffs at that, laughing.] They never get it right!
Oh! Riding a bicycle is as easy as everyone claims it to be, correct?
[After that, he can be seen out on Nelson Street, with his dodo watching him curiously, attempting to ride the bike. He's never tried it before, and his legs are a bit short, so he falls over a lot. But he's undaunted, and keeps trying, determined to get it right!]
It can't really be that hard, can it, Heph? It's all about balance! Right?
Giving up arguing, Cynric decided to follow the drone mother down stairs to be treated to a bountiful birthday breakfast... and a present. Once he finished the food he was led outside to see one super bitchin' bicycle. OK, well, time to stop arguing! He was thrilled by this. It even has a light on it and everything!
A quick phone call will be made to everyone before he tries it out:]
Does this town normally arbitrarily assign birthdays? Or does it really know that today is it? Because I certainly didn't remember! They also seem to think I'm 15 now. [He scoffs at that, laughing.] They never get it right!
Oh! Riding a bicycle is as easy as everyone claims it to be, correct?
[After that, he can be seen out on Nelson Street, with his dodo watching him curiously, attempting to ride the bike. He's never tried it before, and his legs are a bit short, so he falls over a lot. But he's undaunted, and keeps trying, determined to get it right!]
It can't really be that hard, can it, Heph? It's all about balance! Right?
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Creation 8
[Whatever just happened, Cynric's not sure. He woke back up in the *better* town, and he's glad for that.
The other thing he knows is that people were very, very mad at him, as they often are. Being a social pariah was pretty much all he's ever known, and he's used to that. He supposed it was time for him to move again, but it seems like Mayfield still won't let him go.
There is, however, a very large delivery for Cynric in the morning. A 4-foot tall wooden crate, with a pair of scared eyes peering out through the slots. Cyn peeked in.] AH! Hephestus! You're here! Don't worry dear boy, I'll get you out!
[He runs off to the garage, and finds a hammer to pry open the crate. When he does, out jumps a large gray dodo bird! It's flapping wildly and... somehow looks happy? Cynric is thrilled too to see that Mayfield has brought to him one of his favorite creations and pets! But without his magic ability back, he can't speak with his feathery friend. No matter, he'll get it back soon enough and he'll be able to speak with him once again!
Cynric will be spending the rest of the day in the yard, trying to build a home for Heph. There's a pile of 2-by-4s and nails, and he's certainly building.... something, while the dodo happily pecks about the yard.]
Don't worry Hephestus, you'll like it here! Sometimes some odd things happen, and while I'd much rather be at home with the boys, there are certainly worse places to be!
The other thing he knows is that people were very, very mad at him, as they often are. Being a social pariah was pretty much all he's ever known, and he's used to that. He supposed it was time for him to move again, but it seems like Mayfield still won't let him go.
There is, however, a very large delivery for Cynric in the morning. A 4-foot tall wooden crate, with a pair of scared eyes peering out through the slots. Cyn peeked in.] AH! Hephestus! You're here! Don't worry dear boy, I'll get you out!
[He runs off to the garage, and finds a hammer to pry open the crate. When he does, out jumps a large gray dodo bird! It's flapping wildly and... somehow looks happy? Cynric is thrilled too to see that Mayfield has brought to him one of his favorite creations and pets! But without his magic ability back, he can't speak with his feathery friend. No matter, he'll get it back soon enough and he'll be able to speak with him once again!
Cynric will be spending the rest of the day in the yard, trying to build a home for Heph. There's a pile of 2-by-4s and nails, and he's certainly building.... something, while the dodo happily pecks about the yard.]
Don't worry Hephestus, you'll like it here! Sometimes some odd things happen, and while I'd much rather be at home with the boys, there are certainly worse places to be!
Creation 7
[Well Cynric finished his job! Aren't you all so glad you helped him? He's a bit upset that he didn't get any money for it, or even any food at this point, but a job well done is a job well done, at least.
After school that day (of which he may have accidentally wandered away from), he can be seen sitting on his porch, squinting at a piece of paper, trying to decifer its meaning.]
Wonder what this is supposed to be! Second Great War? I don't recall a first one of those... what the in world is a "missile"?
After school that day (of which he may have accidentally wandered away from), he can be seen sitting on his porch, squinting at a piece of paper, trying to decifer its meaning.]
Wonder what this is supposed to be! Second Great War? I don't recall a first one of those... what the in world is a "missile"?
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Creation 6
[Little Comrade Cynric will be stopping people on the street as they pass by. He's holding a clipboard and a pen. On the piece of paper is only 1 name so far.]
Ah, good day to you! Would you perhaps be an enemy of the state?
...No? Drat! Are you sure? But I only have until tomorrow to find 19 more! I finally managed to get a job after asking for awhile now. I'd rather not lose it!
Ah, good day to you! Would you perhaps be an enemy of the state?
...No? Drat! Are you sure? But I only have until tomorrow to find 19 more! I finally managed to get a job after asking for awhile now. I'd rather not lose it!
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Creation 5
[Phonecall to one and all! The voice coming over the line is hushed and irritated.]
...good people of Mayfield. I require assistance. Something strange has happened to my housemate. Zevran. Tall blonde fellow? Yes. He uh...
[there's a pause, and the sound of things being moved about]
Well I can't go into detail here. Not very safe, you see. All I know is this: he woke me up this morning about doing something to the Milkman who, as I have also recently found out is suspicious indeed! I don't know what, exactly, but I'm sure violence was involved. After all...
[Another pause, another sound of shifting]
Forgive me. I don't trust this barricade. Ah, yes, anyway, there's that other drone fellow in the house, the one who calls me his brother? Yes, it seems Zevran has seen fit to stab him to death at the kitchen table. And then sort of gave me a look that said, "Oh Cynric, you might be fun to stab as well! Let me try!" Not much acting like himself, not even close. I told him he was going to get droned, but I thought drones were a brainless, peaceful lot! This is most certainly not the case. Why did no one warn me this is what happens when you're droned.
I think I can get out from my bedroom window. But just a fair warning, dear Mayfield, 1669 Nelson Street is not a safe place tonight!
[With that, the phone hangs up. Cynric will be found not long afterwards scrambling out of his bedroom window and trying to make it into a nearby tree to climb down. Curse his short limbs.]
[[OOC - Zevran-mun doesn't want to play out drone!Zev, but if your characters come to their house, you'll be met with a decidedly homicidal, not-very-Zevran-like Zevran. You might get seriously injured/murdered. Cynric will be staying away, that's for sure.]]
...good people of Mayfield. I require assistance. Something strange has happened to my housemate. Zevran. Tall blonde fellow? Yes. He uh...
[there's a pause, and the sound of things being moved about]
Well I can't go into detail here. Not very safe, you see. All I know is this: he woke me up this morning about doing something to the Milkman who, as I have also recently found out is suspicious indeed! I don't know what, exactly, but I'm sure violence was involved. After all...
[Another pause, another sound of shifting]
Forgive me. I don't trust this barricade. Ah, yes, anyway, there's that other drone fellow in the house, the one who calls me his brother? Yes, it seems Zevran has seen fit to stab him to death at the kitchen table. And then sort of gave me a look that said, "Oh Cynric, you might be fun to stab as well! Let me try!" Not much acting like himself, not even close. I told him he was going to get droned, but I thought drones were a brainless, peaceful lot! This is most certainly not the case. Why did no one warn me this is what happens when you're droned.
I think I can get out from my bedroom window. But just a fair warning, dear Mayfield, 1669 Nelson Street is not a safe place tonight!
[With that, the phone hangs up. Cynric will be found not long afterwards scrambling out of his bedroom window and trying to make it into a nearby tree to climb down. Curse his short limbs.]
[[OOC - Zevran-mun doesn't want to play out drone!Zev, but if your characters come to their house, you'll be met with a decidedly homicidal, not-very-Zevran-like Zevran. You might get seriously injured/murdered. Cynric will be staying away, that's for sure.]]
Creation 4
[Well, now that he's gotten over his cold, Cynric is back to his usual self. And by "usual" I mean back to getting into everything he shouldn't be.
Residents of his home will find fuses all over the house getting blown out. This is because he came home from Taiwan's garage sale with a giant 1950s hand held hair dryer and is experimenting with drying various things around the house. Once the fuse is blown out in the kitchen, he moves to the dining room. After that, the living room, and so on. Eventually he'll toss it aside to be dismantled later, disappointed that the electricity of the future seems to be just as unreliable back in his time. Either that or this thing is defective and he'll justdestroy fix it.
And isn't it a good thing phone lines aren't affected by power outages? Have a call, everyone.]
Money in this town is hard to come by! And this town still insists I'm a teenager, so they won't let me choose from very many jobs. I was told to get a paper route! How droll. What a laugh! Anyway, anyone have any jobs that need to be done?
Also! I do love how everyone calls on the telephone playing or talking about music all the time! It's so lovely! It makes me nostalgic from when I was still learning. We should all get together sometime! I'd love to hear more music from all these different times and places.
Residents of his home will find fuses all over the house getting blown out. This is because he came home from Taiwan's garage sale with a giant 1950s hand held hair dryer and is experimenting with drying various things around the house. Once the fuse is blown out in the kitchen, he moves to the dining room. After that, the living room, and so on. Eventually he'll toss it aside to be dismantled later, disappointed that the electricity of the future seems to be just as unreliable back in his time. Either that or this thing is defective and he'll just
And isn't it a good thing phone lines aren't affected by power outages? Have a call, everyone.]
Money in this town is hard to come by! And this town still insists I'm a teenager, so they won't let me choose from very many jobs. I was told to get a paper route! How droll. What a laugh! Anyway, anyone have any jobs that need to be done?
Also! I do love how everyone calls on the telephone playing or talking about music all the time! It's so lovely! It makes me nostalgic from when I was still learning. We should all get together sometime! I'd love to hear more music from all these different times and places.
Creation 3
[Thanks to his flaw when casting magic, Cynric has always been bursting with energy and has never been sick a day in his 1,100 years. But now that it's gone, all sorts of germs have decided he's a fresh new playground! He wakes up with just your run-of-the-mill cold, but, well, this is Cynric. He has no idea what is happening.
Here comes a panicked call to one and all!]
People! Someone! I need help!! [Coughcoughcough.] Oh goodness. Oh goodness. Citizens of Mayfield, my time is short. I do believe I'm dying. If... if someone makes it out of here, tell Luther and Aler--[Sneeze!] Oh my LORD! This is disgusting! Can anything be done about this?! What did I do when the kids were sick.... no! I have no magic now! Does anyone have medicine? Please, before it's too late! [Coughcough]
Here comes a panicked call to one and all!]
People! Someone! I need help!! [Coughcoughcough.] Oh goodness. Oh goodness. Citizens of Mayfield, my time is short. I do believe I'm dying. If... if someone makes it out of here, tell Luther and Aler--[Sneeze!] Oh my LORD! This is disgusting! Can anything be done about this?! What did I do when the kids were sick.... no! I have no magic now! Does anyone have medicine? Please, before it's too late! [Coughcough]
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Creation 2
[A call is made to 1669 Nelson St. Cynric runs to answer the phone every time it rings - such a fascinating device! - and talks the ear of anyone who might be calling. But this time it's from the school, asking why he hasn't been attending. School? Ridiculous! He's way too old for school. But after some chatting he's convinced into going. Mayfield has placed him as a high school freshman.
Naturally, he loves it. There's all these people to talk to, and interesting things to learn. He's enthusiastic about everything. He has a hard time sitting still for a whole class, and has a tendency to wander off, but he goes in between asking thoughtful, intelligent questions to inquiring about the teacher's favorite color.
Mayfield High, a weird, curious little man has been let loose in your school. Maybe he's crashed the class you're teaching, or perhaps he's sitting next to you reading over your shoulder, or joining you at lunch without asking, or is completely failing to understand how dodgeball works. He wants to meet and talk with people and ask you a million questions. So, can Cynric interrupt your school day? Feel free to poke/bully/etc.!
Naturally, he loves it. There's all these people to talk to, and interesting things to learn. He's enthusiastic about everything. He has a hard time sitting still for a whole class, and has a tendency to wander off, but he goes in between asking thoughtful, intelligent questions to inquiring about the teacher's favorite color.
Mayfield High, a weird, curious little man has been let loose in your school. Maybe he's crashed the class you're teaching, or perhaps he's sitting next to you reading over your shoulder, or joining you at lunch without asking, or is completely failing to understand how dodgeball works. He wants to meet and talk with people and ask you a million questions. So, can Cynric interrupt your school day? Feel free to poke/bully/etc.!
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Creation 1
[There's a new face in the neighborhood, Mayfield. When Cynric wakes up in the morning, there's no confused phone call, no frantic panic about where he might be. He just wakes up, wonders how he got to where he wherever it is he is for about 5 seconds before he's distracted by everything around him! He... he's been transported to the FUTURE! This seems too real to be a dream. Possible kidnapping/time spell gone horribly wrong quickly put out of mind, Cynric sets about the house being astounded by everything in his new home at 1669 Nelson. The TV, the radio, the oven, the car in the garage - to someone from 50 years before all this stuff, it seems unreal. And in his usual fashion, Cynric has started to dismantle some of these to see how they work. Once he finds a tool kit in the garage, those appliances don't even stand a chance.
Later on, there'll be a strange little man strolling through the neighborhood. He stands only about 5 feet tall, with hair that looks like it was cut by a drunken gardener and giant green eyes that are sparkling with amazment. THE FUTURE IS SO COOL! He's also calling out for someone or something called "Hephestus", looking mildly disappointed in not getting an answer until something else catches his eyes.
So Mayfield, feel free to welcome/interrogate/have something on your lawn or in your garage dismantled by the new tiny resident!]
Later on, there'll be a strange little man strolling through the neighborhood. He stands only about 5 feet tall, with hair that looks like it was cut by a drunken gardener and giant green eyes that are sparkling with amazment. THE FUTURE IS SO COOL! He's also calling out for someone or something called "Hephestus", looking mildly disappointed in not getting an answer until something else catches his eyes.
So Mayfield, feel free to welcome/interrogate/have something on your lawn or in your garage dismantled by the new tiny resident!]