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A Crude, Hand Drawn Flyer


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The following flyer is posted around Providence.

 

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"Oh no, a woman is missing," exclaimed disheveled Tony Jr., as he wedged himself into a corner, hastily retrieving his blue overcoat and white gloves from his bag. He frantically donned the uniform over his sweat-soaked wifediscipliner, half of his body plainly visible to passersby as he finished the covert act.

 

"This sounds like a job for... The Ministry of Justice!" The man declared, emerging as Constable Nicéphore, renowned crimefighter.

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"Huh...if its the half orc I think this is...aint seen em in more than a that"

Aeonn would then sketch down the details of the flyer going to spread the missing persons attention even further.

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I have dispensed internet points accordingly.

Olaurae looks over the flier with concern, "Sarah?" she questions, shaking her head softly, "Now that I think about it..."

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Kor'Garr eventually comes across the flyer upon the nearby roads... despite intending to travel towards Urguan. His expression shifts into a blank, stone-like grimace as he glances over the poster, the grey orc resembling some taciturn gargoyle. Eventually he gives a weary sigh, head shaking as he lets the paper fall to be carried away by the wind once more. "Nub evin azh chanz tu lurn dah weyz uv Krug." Muted footfalls resound from the dirt path as Kor'garr'Lur departs from his path towards Providence, shears and pickaxe upon his hip.

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The page would attract a young girl's gaze like a diamond laying atop mud. Striding forth from the pavement, Ludovica hastly grabbed at the page - squinting as her hues jumped from word to word. Clearly not understanding much, she let her attention soak in the drawing of the missing woman.

 

"GAH!" Squealed the Falcone, promtly crumpling the page and throwing it over her shoulder. Dashing off, she ran for her life squealing: "The monsters are real!"

 

on the other hand, 

 

Giselle would find herself seated comfortably on a bench in the heart of Providence. Her lips pulled a faint rogue grin from ear to ear as she read a small novel, simultaneously rocking her child back and forth in his carrier. 
 

"What in z'e worl'," the Palmer huffed as a scrumpled page landed in her lap. 
 

Opening the thrown paper, the woman too read the flyer. "Hrm..." Giselle hums, her eyebrows furrowing while she leaned back.
 

"Peculiar."
 

Regardless, Giselle discarded of the page and continued with her day!

 

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