Event Post

[azuremagma]

In front of a cafe, sipping on a hot drink, you may see Cyril, pen in hand and scribbling notes. Unlike the last time you might have seen Cyril, he looks... put together. Probably moreso than he has in a while. His hair is the obnoxious 'trimmed but I'm wearing it messy anyway', face clean shaven, and his eyes seem to be a rather intense blue. But, most bizarrely, he's dressed in ancient Babylonian-esque clothes, dyed brilliant blues and purple.

If looked at closer, he's leaving small scorch marks on his cup and pen. Occasionally he will look up from his notes and look around, as if he's nervous or waiting for something. Maybe it's you! It's probably not you, but you should bother him anyway, he probably hasn't seen anyone in months.

Comments

[ancient_prophecy]

::Sits herself down.::

A date? One so long lived as yourself and you're plucky like a new acolyte because of a Date, sire?

[azuremagma]

"'alf of it is Ennie, I'm gonna admit. The other 'alf is this, yeah."

He pauses, tapping his cigarette out.

"'s jus' kinda refreshin', honestly. Dun gotta worry 'bout jus' missin' someone, dun gotta worry about 'oh she's married Cyril stop having this weird identity crisis you idiot.'"

[ancient_prophecy]

"Ennie"?

[azuremagma]

"...Endiku. My first friend. Lured her out of the wilderness with a scrap. God, we did some stupid shit together..."

[ancient_prophecy]

That name sounds familiar...

[azuremagma]

"'uge woman, fantastic chest, muscled as fuck, 'as a son 'round 'ere apparently? Anyway, I think the biggest thing we did was kill that forest guardian, Humbaba, so we... hm."

[ancient_prophecy]

Not ringing any bells beyond the name, sorry, sire.

I suppose I should get going soon.