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[Angelo]

Angelo silently followed Ifran as he led the way towards the Crooked Playhouse, not noticing the little bit of building that peeked over the tops of the buildings. If he had noticed it, he might have taaken the lead to show-off, but he didn't, so he followed Ifran. He was still quite qurious to see what Ifran did for a living, mainly because he was extremely bored. And when one was bored, anything that isn't considered doing 'nothing' was interesting. Well, at least to him it was, so he was only following him for mere satisfaction.

As he walked along the cobblestone streets, he noticed that the buildings were still moving, but it was even more so unnoticable when he was in motion. The atmosphere was damp, and his hair had become a bit moist as well, probably with sweat, even though he hadn't been in any particular activity. Uncomfortable and annoyed with the silence, he awkwardly attempted to start a conversation.

"So... is this what you do for a living? Like, acting, or maybe singing? Or maybe even dancing? How do you get by?"

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[Fallacy]

Soon enough the Crooked Playhouse would come into view. If they would walk towards it it would shift positions playfully from one side of the street to the other, each position being just a little bit farther away than the last. It would not sit still until the city was done playing its little game where the building promptly presented itself in front of the two seeking it. Or perhaps it was the two which were put in front of it? In this city it was hard to tell which was which, but the point was they were at their destination and that is all that mattered, right? Just like Ifran there would be more of his fellow actors, actresses, writers, and so on returning from the little break which they had. It was almost like clockwork, or maybe it was a trick of the eye, an Illusion, something to deepen the mystery surrounding the ever-changing city of Illusions. Whatever the case was Master Fable was standing by the door, in a rather cheery mood, or maybe he was just trying out a new character, greeting everyone, welcoming them back from the break, and just sending warm wishes everyone’s way. Yes… it had to be a new character. Did the master of the playhouse ever stop working? ”Ifran” Fable called to the noble, spying him out of the crowd, ”Did Alvadas play its tricks on you?” he asked, the people around him fading into nothing, just an illusion. Fable had dropped his act, ”You are a chime late.” he said, disapproving any sort of tardiness, ”Rehearsals have already started. I told everyone to get prepared and practice their script while we wait for the stray lamb.” his tone was almost mocking, almost insulting, but not quite. ”Though of course we cannot wait forever, and so if you took any longer we were going to start without you” he said his voice almost a laugh. That would end that, ”And who is it that accompanies you?” he asked, ”Another actor from far away? I thought we had this discussion?” his eyes smiled, it seemed he was just glad Ifran showed, ”I have no need for an amateur Alvadan. Other humans who come to this place almost always leave.” he recounted their conversation.

[Ifran]

"Performing," he corrected, "encompasses all of those things." But, of course, his tone was not harsh. Once they were within, he knew that Angelo or the city itself had made him late, and Fabel was quick to tell him so. Rather than offering excuses, he half-bowed. "Thank you for your patience, Master Fabel. This is Angelo, and he certainly has a silver tongue, though I do not know what other skills he might possess." But he wasted no time alighting on the stage with his fellows; he needed no time to warm up, having done so before he left the Playhouse to walk among the shifting streets. "I am ready to work now."

[Angelo]

"Of course, performing," he replied. He didn't say much after that. He merely followed Ifran obediently as he navigated the moving city of Alvadas.

When they had arrived at the Crooked Playhouse, Angelo took a sacred moment to admire the building itself. The atmosphere itself struck him as very... unique. It was mysterious, and eerie, and he did not know what to make of it. He shook it off, but it still lingered in his mind. It was as if the building had an aura, like a human might have. If it did, it was giving off a very ancient and mysterious vibe, at least towards him. Atmosphere aside, the building itself led down, and as he passed the entrance, he laid his hand against the cold stone of the arc that represented the Crooked Playhouse's entrance. When actually inside, he stood there and quietly listened to Ifran and Master Fabel's little exchange, while also focusing his attention on a small, purple streamer that hung overhead.

"I am ready to work now," Ifran had said, and with that said, Angelo once again turned his utmost attention towards the stage--a half circle stage.

"Looking forward to it," he called to Ifran. "Good luck, I guess."

[Fallacy]

XP Award! Name:Angleo XP Award: Interrogation- 2 Hypnotism- 1 Rhetoric- 1 Lore: Alvadas is Different The Crooked Playhouse Notes: Name:Ifran XP Award: Rhetoric- 2 Interrogation- 1 Lore: I Thought I Wanted a Cinnamon Roll Playing the Guide Before Rehearsal The Crooked Playhouse Notes: Too bad this couldnt have been finished. Any questions or concerns about the rewards gained please send a PM