[Game Thread] Lord Windos’ PokeRole Adventure 2: The Wild Lands

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

Previous texts with Seddi

Bernhard, how's Muse holdin' up?  Leaves is out for the count.  Dunno what happened, but whatever it was, it wasn't messin' around.

Suits are riled up about who knows what for some reason, and some messages I had received yesterday vanished without a trace.  Something's changed.  I'm going to try and find out what.  Will send an update when I know more.  I have a bad feelin' it's got something' to do with the Wandering Hurricane.

iopwe3ioerwiq0deße390ßi#kdhidvjofdvkgescvkoudhkvdhqwe9iew2o0ewkldsklwho dares bother me on this rainy morning

.....Oh, it's Seddi. And Vernon. Okay, we'll wipe Out our Reading glasses and an expensive-looking stylus to responde to both of 'em before we'll head out.


To Seddi:

A fine and good morning to you, first and foremost. 

...Muse is not okay. She's getting all the rest she desperately needs after what in holy heaven's name happened. 

I'm busy (again), but yes, do keep me updated please. Though dear me is more interested what's with that Wandering Hurricane than what Lady Luck and Miss Fortune decided to throw at us once more.

Please do take care.

The first message goes to Bernhard (@Phantom).  As per requested, Seddi is not hesitating to keep the mage updated on the situation.

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First off, apologies if I'm interruptin' anythin', but things just got stranger.  I was half right.  The WH did come up in that chat.  A certain fae is involving herself now, though.  I need to talk to you privately 'bout this whenever it's convenient for the both of us.
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Upon receiving that text from the cowboy, Bernhard would halt in his steps, stare at the screen with an unreadable expression and almost drop his treasured expensive-looking stylus onto the ground.

The first respond-message gets send within seconds and reads the following:
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The second follows a little later, once having gathered our self-composure again. Damn it, Bernhard, I said NO daydreaming nor thinking of her now, it's enough that you'll meet her in person tonight. But regardless she STILL somewhat manages to wiggle her way into his mind and his thoughts, one way or the other... If things continue that way, he'll indeed end up bewitching himself without her direct doing, much to her amusement and his agony. Thankfully(?) Zephy's out in cold so she doesn't have to see her Master and Wielder like this, fighting a battle with himself and feeling bad and sorry for himself here.

Having to take a few deep breaths and sitting down somewhere for a bit, the second message's typed up and sent, it reads the following:
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... Thank you for the information. Well, fate and fortune has it I'm scheduled to meet with that certain someone tonight, and I shall ask about that Wandering Hurricane. While I do admit the temptation of a literal Philosopher's Stone in my very own hands was real and tangible, I'd prefer for that - yes I need to put emphasis on this - powerful Malefic Monstrum capable of destroying half Bayhama on a whim and devouring us whole to be dealt with without either of us indulging in the threat and danger. I do not doubt you or any of us Chosen Ones is capable and powerful in their own unique way, but I would really prefer to go for the voyage through Sutalör instead of facing such a massive threat like that Wandering Hurricane before the voyage itself has even started.

That, and I do value my life. I doubt my prestigious Mentor would be all too happy having to collect the pieces of me and Muse scattered around the city.

Please do keep me updated indeed shall you desire to get to the core and heart of what occured this morning and what's with that appearant timeskip. Fate has its own ways and means to toy with one, hasn't it... I'm more than happy to accept you as my guest at my room at the Magi Embassy and share findings and insights by a cup of my very own darjeeling and sugar cookies. The question of 'when' remains, however... Definitely not today, and neither tomorrow morning.... ........

Feel all free to let me know when YOU are free however, and I'll try to make amends and time for you. Do forgive me, you see, a man of my position tends to have way too much work than having asked for...
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(I'll respond to the scene with Citrine in a sperate post, as well as state what to do next)