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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 4:37 pm
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There was a notable bristle to Masoal's posture and expression when Floren started corralling the both of them. Whether or not he was right about where they were going, the touch was like a challenge to the unsocialized tealblood. He yanked himself away, but the sudden influx of the crowd pushed him back in towards Emiola and Floren like a wave. If he looked bothered before, he looked downright irritated now.
"There's too many trolls," he complained, pushing closer to Emiola because she was the lesser of about a million evils right now. The troll relations director was rattling on about tours and media and Masoal just didn't care.
"Where do we go, then??" he asked Floren, his tone aggressive, another challenge. His first attempt at getting them out of here hadn't worked, so what was he going to do to help them now? Masoal crossed his arms indignantly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 6:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 7:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 8:45 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 8:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 8:46 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 8:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 9:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 9:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 9:17 pm
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Sephos Arbola
Sephos' name tag was not illegible, because he hadn't been the one to write it. Thankfully. "Ask...?" Sephos wasn't sure. He'd just been intending to look around, but... "Oh. That's a good idea." He said. And when he thought about it, it was.
"I'm not good with talking." he said, considering the small yellow child, "You do that." There - that way Sephos could look around AND the good idea could occur. Different methods made the garden grow... or something, Sephos wasn't sure if that applied to the people context yet.
There wasn't much to observe, though - just someone working alone. Sephos squinted at the papers on their desk, discerning some of the words even as he also determined that he didn't really care. What he did understand, as he looked around, was that there would probably be more stuff out here. This was where things ended up, after all.
Apparently the little yellowblood had the same idea. "See anything? That isn't supposed t' be here?" he asked them awkwardly. At least he knew what was supposed to be here. Kind of.
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 9:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 29, 2017 9:32 pm
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