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Texts From Folknight

Welcome to Folkmore's Texts From Last Night meme!

Because it's still April and Thoth is still amused, consider this round two of the Initial Misfire Edition. Initial messages maaaaay go to the wrong person! So not all hell breaks loose, replies carry forward with whoever you've reached, but you might be texting your innermost intoxicated or sleep deprived secret to someone you don't even know.

If you'd like to opt out of misfires, please include this in your top level (by prompt or overall). Otherwise, enjoy indulging Thoth's amusement and building some new CR.

This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

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[wewillwewill]

It is an easy presumption to make.

[ For whom, exactly, Elidibus? But case in point, he just assumed it too. So he's certainly not going to judge Steve harshly either. ]

Is this beyond your species' normal lifespan? Or have you long been in the company of those whose natural lives are shorter by comparison?

[pursuitofcappiness]

Most humans on my Earth don't make it to a hundred, yes. What's your specie's lifespan?

[wewillwewill]

[ This time there is a bit of a wait before a response. Hesitation? Trying to figure out what to answer with? ]

It is complicated. Mortals of my star most often match the lifespans of humans upon yours with a few exceptions. By comparison my kind lived far longer, barring accident or natural catastrophe.

[ Elidibus did say he lived thousands of mortal lifetimes already. But there's an awful lot of past tense there too. ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

So, functionally immortal in our eyes. I get it. I've got a friend like that, back home. He's only about a thousand five hundred though, so, maybe not as old as your people get.

[wewillwewill]

I have little doubt it would have been seen as such.

Though I would admit much of the time I have witnessed is merely a burden of my duties. It is unlikely few would have lived as long as I. And perhaps been normal to the friend you speak of.

[ Lifespans were more.... like guidelines with milestones. Child. Adult. Elder. Still mortal enough to age and fall to accidents, but... Well no matter. Elidibus can't remember all the details anyway. So they will remain vague. ]

Regardless, you are welcome to continue speaking to me like this. Though it seems you are accustomed to speaking familiarly even without such invitation.

[ Thanks Thor, for making this not awkward. Proably Thor. ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

Oh, are you royalty too?

[ Listen, he's pretty informal with Thor despite him being the king(?) crown prince(?) of Asgard, so, yes, the informal nature really comes natural to him, but he's glad to switch it up if Eld prefers. ]

[wewillwewill]

No. [ You missed that call by one body, Cap. ] I was unsure of how you broached formalities with elders in your society. Forgive me.

[ There's a bit of a pause before another text comes through. ]

While Elidibus is the title of my office, it is a position that shares no similarity to royalty.

[pursuitofcappiness]

Oh, okay. Well, how would you like me to address you?

[ Steve is just overly-polite, sorry Eldibus, he's really trying! ]

[wewillwewill]

Elidibus. When I accepted the office, I became Elidibus, as is custom.

[ Subtext? Proooobably not something to apply a nickname to. Is that going to stop people? Probably not. But since Steve went so far as to ask, he'll get a question in kind. ]

Is there a way you prefer to be addressed?

[pursuitofcappiness]

Most of my friends call me Steve, but I'll respond to Rogers or Cap too.

Elidibus. It's nice to meet you. Formally. Even if it's through text.

[wewillwewill]

It is a pleasure to have made your acquaintance, Steve. I take it your... friends have yet to appear at the cafe?

[ Is Steve in the clear to bring home some baked treats and warm beverages to soothe the atmosphere later? ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

Yes, so I think I'll stay here for a bit and then buy a couple coffees. Do you want anything? Might as well, since I'm here.

[wewillwewill]

Your offer is kind, but I have what I need. It would be ill manners were I to request you bring something from the cafe, particularly given my current location.

[pursuitofcappiness]

Oh, why? Where are you?

[wewillwewill]

Cruel Summer. There has been an increase in the number of residents in the settlement of late. It seemed prudent to remain vigilant against the encroaching monsters.

[ Translation, he's out on patrol. In a very dangerous desert while holding a casual text conversation. This is probably fine. ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

Oh. There's monsters? I can come help with that.

[wewillwewill]

It is a small matter. Though I would not reject assistance should you still have time.

[ Having someone go out of their way to bring him a frappe would have been too rude. Assistance with monster hunting though? That's fine. ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

Whatever gets me out of the house, Elidibus.

[wewillwewill]

Then you will find me north of the Puca Park settlement. There is trio of rock pillars from which I am maintaining vigil.

[ Probably nice and tall but overall an easy landmark to spot from ground or air. ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

I know the place. I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Got any specific pastry requests?

[wewillwewill]

No, thank you. I will be waiting.

[ This probably meant 'no I'm good, don't worry about a pastry'. But easily can be read as 'no preferences and thanks'. Text is text after all. ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ Steve shows up ninteen minutes and forty five seconds later, with a cardboard tray of drinks and a bag of pastries. ]

You didn't say what you wanted, so, I got a couple.

[wewillwewill]

[ When he arrives, Elidibus is going to be found perched on top of the tallest of the pillars. The Legend has four wings; in the sun it is hard to see the starry sparks of light, but the dark feathers' subtle colors stand out. They are loosely spread. One might think he is taking advantage of catching cross breeze and shade they can provide. Someone might also think he's sunning his wings.

It's both. Totally both.

There's plenty of room on top of the pillar for a couple people and their snacks. Especially when Elidibus folds in the wings again. ]

Ah. I should have explained with more clarity.

[ He's got a light baritone, a vaguely British accent and speaks in that archaic way that his written responses possessed. But otherwise looks like an average guy in his early thirties. ...With wings. ]

Nevertheless... you have my gratitude. I will not reject your generosity.

[ He will absolutely take at least one pastry and whatever beverage Steve decided to provide. ]

It is calm for the time being. Though there seems to be some manner of disturbance on the horizon, I've yet to feel the draw to render aid.

[ A direction is indicated. A bit of dustup, but it is far from Puca Park's direction and it could just as easily be a confrontation between monsters or predator and prey. ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

I'm here to help if there are monsters.

[ That's actually his specialty. But then he offers a drink and the pastries. ]

Don't worry about waste - anything you don't want, I'll eat.

[ He looks like he'd eat a lot. ]

You always have your wings out, Elidibus? Did you have them previous to coming here?

[wewillwewill]

[ The offerings are graciously accepted. He has water and can conjure more if he needed to but there might be something appealing about the cold cafe drink Steve has provided. He lays claim to only one pastry.

The question prompts a contemplative glance in Steve's direction. ]

No, though there is no need to here in the open. In confined spaces or where I would be otherwise remiss in my manners amongst a gathering is when I dismiss them for a time.

[ Did he have them previous? Yes and no and... maybe. This seems to draw a slightly puzzled look with a furrowed brow. It clears quickly, though not without a flash of color shifting emotion in the man's gaze. ]

As to your other query, the answer is complicated. Though suffice to say I have worn many forms and some had indeed possessed wings.

[ Ah yes, that millennia old life of his. ]

What of you? Though since you seem pressed to remember you were capable of flight, perhaps the answer would be apparent.