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[modestpurpose]

hythlodaeus

This is Hythlodaeus! It looks like you missed me, so leave me a message.

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text, UN: Machinist

[scienceofthearcane]

I'm sorry to ask about this, but I need to ask you to do Soul Sight on me again. I think that whatever was consuming my aether has gotten worse.

text, UN: Machinist

[scienceofthearcane]

I understand if you're busy but I was hoping that I could talk to you?

[Backdated] The Prancing Pony

[recreator]

[When Hythlodaeus arrives at The Prancing Pony, the waitstaff will usher him to a private table. It's nothing special, truly, and yet it seems chosen with intent. The atmosphere in this corner is as light-hearted and whimsical as the rest of the pub, but it's just the teensiest bit quieter, just the smallest amount removed from the hustle and bustle, and practically perfect for peoplewatching.]

[Emet-Selch won't keep him waiting, either. Such was never his wont.]

[If Hythlodaeus was expecting a spectacle, there is no sign of one yet. Still, Emet-Selch looks put-together (if understated) in his dark coat and slacks, and he seems to be in an agreeable enough mood whilst he takes a seat opposite him, the dark feathers extending from his shoulders fluffing once to shrug off the winter chill before vanishing altogether.]

I do hope you brought an appetite.

[An off-handed remark, at odds with the way his bright eyes focus on Hythlodaeus - relaxed, but determined.]

text | march 10th

[astralera]

Hi Hythlodaeus,

Do you have any time to spare today? I've something for you.

text: UN: Emissary

[wewillwewill]

[ The message arrives around the end of April, as Thalia's housing resassignements are coming to an end. ]

Hythlodaeus, do you have time to speak?

[July Mingle / Text] [cw: eventually nsfw]

[recreator]

Dearest love,

Your presence is requested at the third junction of the fern trail lest the remainder of mine afternoon be blotted out by the balmy haze of good drink and entirely forgettable company. Animals, mostly.

In short: You are cordially invited to woo me for now I am in a holiday humor, and like enough to consent to whatever manner of mischief you might be able to conjure up for us.