001 [voice | CALL | un: ghostprince]

[shootaro]

[CALL]

[The call begins with the sound of something flapping incessantly, as if blown by very rough winds. It soon settles into eerie howling. Pleasant!

It's not entirely a creepy silent call, though, and soon enough, a cool and quiet, young-sounding voice that's a bit hard to place, filters in:]

—one hear me? Sorry, the wind picked up.

I'm going to check out the temple.

Will anyone else be coming? I won't be needing your help [—rude.] I'm asking for your safety. I don't advise sneaking up on my partner and I, unless you don't consider your soul valuable.

[End call. Not so much as an introduction! He thinks he owns the place, doesn't he?]

Comments

[shootaro]

........

y-yeah...

Um. You can come.

[He has so many questions. So many.]

[story_and_teller]

[Loki laughs softly.]

Come meet me; 'tis better to fortify yourself with food and libations- [--she holds up an excessively fancy coffee drink--] --prior to in-depth investigation.

[shootaro]

Libe-wha?

[He's not sure hiw much he likes the idea pf meeting up with this perfect stranger, but... he was going to tangle with a ghost, so a sorcerer...ess? — not too different!]

Where, then?

[story_and_teller]

Li-ba-tions. Drinks.

[Loki gives him a considering look. While she's all for corruption of the youth, the clientele of the corvid would eat him alive. Probably literally.]

Meet me at the market in Sorcery.

[shootaro]

Funny word. You use that a lot back home?

Right. [And he'll make his way there!]

[story_and_teller]

As a matter of fact, yes.

[[ooc: I'll put up a log post in a few; gotta put on real-people clothes and junk.]]

[story_and_teller]

[[ooc: boop boop boop.]]