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[ Will isn't going to beat around the bush this time. Instead, he's going straight to the point. He'd be right outside Cherrygrove, heading down the road as he starts the feed.
And he looks kind of miffed. ]
If this wretched place can't decide whether or not it wishes to keep me, then I would much rather decline its invitation.
Does anyone know if there is a quicker way to Goldenrod other than on foot?
[ There's a soft coo as a Pidove all but crashes into him before scrambling to land on his shoulder.
The last thing heard before the feed cuts is Will admonishing his new partner ]
Honestly, Cicero. If you insist on staying out of your pokeball, I demand you make an effort to keep up.
And he looks kind of miffed. ]
If this wretched place can't decide whether or not it wishes to keep me, then I would much rather decline its invitation.
Does anyone know if there is a quicker way to Goldenrod other than on foot?
[ There's a soft coo as a Pidove all but crashes into him before scrambling to land on his shoulder.
The last thing heard before the feed cuts is Will admonishing his new partner ]
Honestly, Cicero. If you insist on staying out of your pokeball, I demand you make an effort to keep up.
[ The feed comes on with this particular reaper seemingly outside Azalea City. He seems… troubled, if anything but then most of the newcomers do, don't they? But finally, after clearing his throat he speaks. ]
Good day. My name is William T. Spears of London's Grim Reaper Dispatch Department. I was told that this device allowed one to communicate with other individuals who have been brought to this world.
[ But how odd… there seems to be a purple… thing coming out of the tall grass behind him. William doesn't seem to notice though and continues to speak. The purple thing reveals itself to be an Aipom and it’s sneaking up behind the reaper. ]
Last I recall, my Pidove and I had arrived but a day and a half ago and had managed to make our way through Route 29 before bedding for the night. However, I now awake here, in what seems to be Azalea City. If it seems possible for one to appear and reappe--
[ There is a pause and a sudden cry when the Gear is dropped. It clatters to its side and all you can see is what seems to be a struggle between the reaper and the Aipom as William tries to swat at it. In its tail's grip, one can see what seem to be William's glasses. The scuffle is over when the Aipom manages to knock William to the ground and run off into the nearby forest. ]
M… my glasses… I have to get them back...
[ What you see next is William groping over, squinting at the feed. ]
...My apologies. It seems I shall have continue this at a later date. For now, I have something of the utmost importance that I must attend to.
[ And with that, he cuts the feed. ]
[ ooc: feel free to bump into Will groping his way through the forest. That's perfectly cool, too. ]
Good day. My name is William T. Spears of London's Grim Reaper Dispatch Department. I was told that this device allowed one to communicate with other individuals who have been brought to this world.
[ But how odd… there seems to be a purple… thing coming out of the tall grass behind him. William doesn't seem to notice though and continues to speak. The purple thing reveals itself to be an Aipom and it’s sneaking up behind the reaper. ]
Last I recall, my Pidove and I had arrived but a day and a half ago and had managed to make our way through Route 29 before bedding for the night. However, I now awake here, in what seems to be Azalea City. If it seems possible for one to appear and reappe--
[ There is a pause and a sudden cry when the Gear is dropped. It clatters to its side and all you can see is what seems to be a struggle between the reaper and the Aipom as William tries to swat at it. In its tail's grip, one can see what seem to be William's glasses. The scuffle is over when the Aipom manages to knock William to the ground and run off into the nearby forest. ]
M… my glasses… I have to get them back...
[ What you see next is William groping over, squinting at the feed. ]
...My apologies. It seems I shall have continue this at a later date. For now, I have something of the utmost importance that I must attend to.
[ And with that, he cuts the feed. ]
[ ooc: feel free to bump into Will groping his way through the forest. That's perfectly cool, too. ]
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Oct. 16th, 2012 07:30 pm IC CONTACT
You have reached William T. Spears of the Grim Reaper Dispatch Department. I am unavailable at the moment but should you wish to reach me, simply leave a message and I shall get to you shortly
[ooc: This is a joint voicemail inbox so if you want to leave something, please indicate the name of the game in your subject line. Thanks. If you've left a message for shits and giggles from PSLs, that's cool too. -F]
You have reached William T. Spears of the Grim Reaper Dispatch Department. I am unavailable at the moment but should you wish to reach me, simply leave a message and I shall get to you shortly
[ooc: This is a joint voicemail inbox so if you want to leave something, please indicate the name of the game in your subject line. Thanks. If you've left a message for shits and giggles from PSLs, that's cool too. -F]
OOC: Profile Meme
Sep. 8th, 2012 04:16 pm[Character Name] William T. Spears
[Canon] Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
[Point Taken from Canon] Chapter 65
[Age] Looks to be late 20s-early 30s
[Gender] Male
[Sexual Orientation] Demisexual if we're counting that as a legit orientation?
[Eye Color] Reaper eyes are strange. They're green rimmed with yellow.
[Hair Color] Really really dark brown
[Height] 6"
[Other] Terribly miopic, useless without his glasses
[Clothing] Perpetually in a perfectly placed mourning suit.
( Rest under the cut. )
[Canon] Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
[Point Taken from Canon] Chapter 65
[Age] Looks to be late 20s-early 30s
[Gender] Male
[Sexual Orientation] Demisexual if we're counting that as a legit orientation?
[Eye Color] Reaper eyes are strange. They're green rimmed with yellow.
[Hair Color] Really really dark brown
[Height] 6"
[Other] Terribly miopic, useless without his glasses
[Clothing] Perpetually in a perfectly placed mourning suit.
( Rest under the cut. )
