Iroh (
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anemoi2012-02-28 10:54 am
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Arrivals
Iroh found his way to the Ermis Suits easily enough. He didn't really have any possessions beyond the clothes on his back and the video phone that he had shoved in his pocket after a cursory examination (He'd look closer at that later.) so moving in wasn't any kind of ordeal. The only thing left to do was meet the neighbors.
So there's a fat, old, balding man wandering about the Ermis Suites with a smile on his face. On running into you, he says "Hello! I'm Iroh...and apparently that's about all I can tell you. I'm still kind of figuring things out here, you see."
Or something to that effect.
So there's a fat, old, balding man wandering about the Ermis Suites with a smile on his face. On running into you, he says "Hello! I'm Iroh...and apparently that's about all I can tell you. I'm still kind of figuring things out here, you see."
Or something to that effect.
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Upon seeing Iroh, Shen looks almost... relieved. Here's someone who isn't a pre- or barely post-pubescent child screeching into a videophone. Well, other then Gordon. Or the intimidating wall of muscle he finds himself calling a roommate. (Honestly? Shen treads as lightly as possible, now, around someone so huge and clearly combat-oriented...) The Peacock might actually smile. Or it might be a trick of the light.
"Hullo," he answers. Well, he also appreciates seeing someone dressed in a similar style to him, as well. "You seem quite cheerful for a man with no memory."
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"D'you... feel as though your past might be a burden?"
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"NNGH." Then, having sufficiently vented said frustration with that one semiverbal sound, he rubs his brow and sighs. "Forgive me, I.... perhaps I used to be someone who liked everything under control. I find it difficult to see how one can be... content in the face of so many questions. Absolutely everything is a mystery--where am I from? Why did I have sixty-three bladed weapons in my feathers? What happened to my feet?" He lifts one foot in a manner far to effortless for an ordinary being and then drops it again. "Why do I speak the way I do, think the way I do... I question everything and these questions... they drive me mad at times...."
He also has no idea why he's spilling his thoughts like this. Perhaps it's just something about this Iroh fellow that seems so trustworthy.
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Hey, great, hi. [He sounds slightly out of breath as he fishes for his keycard distractedly.] New guy? You're not the only one trying to figure things out, trust me.
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Yup. Pretty much everyone who lives here is a recovering amnesiac. Lookit me for instance, can't even remember where I put my damn keys. I just got here a few weeks ago myself.
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[He points at a keyring lying on the floor at the end of the hall.]
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[He quietly goes to retrieve them.]
I'm Gordon, by the way. I suppose everyone's already given you the rundown on the city, right?
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I was kinda busy, but... anything you want to know?
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I think I remember seeing a tea shop somewhere on the west side. Not my thing, but you may want to give it a look.
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I guess you could put it that way. I'm guessing you're new around here?
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Mokona's name is Mokona!
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So is everyone else on this island.
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