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 Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 1:01 am
Sometime in the morning - Famine tower (hobble)
It had been a quiet morning, nothing too unusual these days with his sibling off somewhere and the others of his clan doing as they did. Waits did as he often did and tapped a few items of his abode into play to allow them onto their natural course of events. He would check their progress later really, if at all really.
He stretched out onto the pillows that had piled in the corner and watched on experiment in particular until his eyes eventually closed into a small nap.
Noon - Halloween, particularly near the lake
Waits was picking at a few of the leaves as they began to fall from the trees. He twisted and broke a few of them in his boney fingers before placing the remnants into a small bag.
Sometime in the afternoon - ... somewhere
The Famine clansmen dosed in the tall grass.All about Waits  Name: Something That Waits Journal: bloopFaction: Horseman Clan: Famine Age: .................... General appearance: Tall even though its hard to tell since he's probably passed out somewhere. Mostly covered in various layers of rags and clothing. Fluttering moth wings, messy hair and bugs, lots of bugs.
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 9:26 am
Sometime in the afternoon: [ …somewhere… ]Salbei's foot hit something suspiciously solid.
He looked away from his book, looked around, and after he saw nothing, he looked down. There was a creature laying in the grass. No, not just any creature: A Horseman. One that he recognized, too.
"Ah. Waits. My apologies."
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Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 11:17 pm
Sometime in the afternoon
There had been some practice in the art of not stirring so readily, having to brace oneself for the flurry of hyperactivity as it settled until it seemed appropriate to finally awaken. Or for smoke to clear, as explosions or experiments gone wrong had to work itself out. But this had been such a simple motion, enough a few of the millipedes to scurry about his person. Or perhaps important enough.
Waits' yellow eyes blinked open and narrowed as he focused on the figure above him. Oh. "Salbei," he croaked out. And only just that. The sage might have been someone he had not seen in some time but he wasn't getting up.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 6:40 pm
Sometime in the afternoon"A rather dangerous place to nap, don't you think?" He asked, amused. His book closed with a solid thump, and it disappeared into his robes for now, leaving him to peer down at the younger Horseman. "Would you like me to place a marker, to alert others of your resting place? It may very well prevent another foot to the ribs.
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Posted: Thu Oct 22, 2015 9:56 pm
Sometime in the afternoon
Waits still hadn't bothered to move, after all his head was in a reasonable position to just stare up at the elder horseman whom he was conversing with. And maybe it just proved his point, "I suppose any place could be found to be precarious in one way or another." There was still a slight creak to his voice.
"You are the first to stumble upon me," he added as movement finally took place in the form of an arm raising to rest against his chest, "and I think if a marker was placed it would skew your theory." Because really, he didn't want to leave just yet.
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Posted: Fri Oct 23, 2015 12:00 pm
Noon - Halloween, particularly near the lake
Gzifa had taken to tree hopping wherever she pleased, flitting between wanting peace and quiet and wanting to observe the people around her. The lake was a pleasant setting for a short nap, though the sight of the famine horseman would perk her up from her comfortable position.
"Watcha doin'" she hung from the branch, staring at Waits while he picked at the leaves, "You can't eat that...."
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