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[cawdad]

@rastus

hello pleqse would you call me instead hese buttons ar awwfuly smal i do not posses fingers in theb traditional sesne,

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[dadandgone]

[Maes finds himself wishing he knew how to read Rastus better. People were easy because he knew their body language, Rastus was a little difficult because what was he supposed to make of that 90 degree head tilt. Oh jeeze.]

A large group...very musically inclined.

[Maes was just glad he was patient.]

Then did you live there when you first arrived here? You haven't been the keeper of the flame the entire time, right? Astoria, at least the Astoria I met, was the creator of this group called the Circle. She wanted to maintain balance in the universe and eradicate darkness. So she used her magic or the Temple's magic, she was never very clear about which it was, to bring together people from across the multiverse to help her with this task. Some of those people, like me, were dead, but most of them were very much alive when she brought them in.

[Rastus probably wants a more physical description though and so Maes adds.]

She was kind of spacey and bubbly. Her wardrobe tended to consist of bright colors and she had wide blue eyes and long dark hair.

[cawdad]

Band. Yes. Mm... Awrk!

[His feathers puff up suddenly. Looks like someone just remembered the Parade exists.]

Band of spirits. Parade? Parade?

[Give him a minute to fret about the bonfire, looking for signs that the festivities are on their way. Alas, they are not, so. He calms down again. Mostly.]

Crr... Yes, it is possible our paths crossed. I cannot, rk, say for certain. I lived at the Landmark. Yes. Rawk, yes, I was like you once. And now I am the bonfire keeper. I am Rastus.