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(Filtered to housemates) 1
[Garviel is holding a shattered phone in his hands, looking annoyed, and says.]
"I am sorry. I will get another phone for the house immediately."
(Open RP, out and about Mayfield.) 2
[Garviel is walking towards uptown, his expression stoic as always. If you pass him by, for once, he doesn't favor you with a nod, or a smile. What do, Mayfielders?]
(Open RP, Makeout point hill) 3
[Garviel has found his crude practice blades again, and begins an 8 hour (no really, 8 hours) practice session out upon the hill, running through blade drill. His form is very, very good. There is neither passion, nor anger, nor anything else in it. A clinical demonstration of the Astartes way of destruction. He sweats profusely, even in the light clothing he is wearing, his inhuman physique gleaming in the setting sun, towards the end of his practice, and he will put the swords away, going to get a drink.] (feel free to creep on him, interrupt during any point of this.)
(Phone, filtered to Quinn) 4
"Mister Hatch, I would like to use your forge with a friend of mine, or two. Is that acceptable?"
[Garviel is holding a shattered phone in his hands, looking annoyed, and says.]
"I am sorry. I will get another phone for the house immediately."
(Open RP, out and about Mayfield.) 2
[Garviel is walking towards uptown, his expression stoic as always. If you pass him by, for once, he doesn't favor you with a nod, or a smile. What do, Mayfielders?]
(Open RP, Makeout point hill) 3
[Garviel has found his crude practice blades again, and begins an 8 hour (no really, 8 hours) practice session out upon the hill, running through blade drill. His form is very, very good. There is neither passion, nor anger, nor anything else in it. A clinical demonstration of the Astartes way of destruction. He sweats profusely, even in the light clothing he is wearing, his inhuman physique gleaming in the setting sun, towards the end of his practice, and he will put the swords away, going to get a drink.] (feel free to creep on him, interrupt during any point of this.)
(Phone, filtered to Quinn) 4
"Mister Hatch, I would like to use your forge with a friend of mine, or two. Is that acceptable?"
