i. amnesia [A tall man, draped in a shabby cloak, appears to be peering over the various profiles. Squinting and muttering to himself as he does.]
Jeez, couldn't get any more bloody difficult, could they with this. Bet someone is having a big ol' laugh at my expense, can hardly read these damn things-
[He's not exactly about to ask for help, though, as stubborn as he is. So someone might want to help him out.]
ii. game time
[Here, he was at least mildly in something that vaguely felt like his element. He, of course, had been looking at his own slip, trying to avoid notice while he made himself inconspicuous, and maybe tried to think through a plan of action.
The problem then being, of course, that he wasn't the only one around, and there's a pretty good chance someone would think him a nice, juicy, clueless target-
Well, jokes on them. That'd at least make it easy for him.]
iii. fanmail
Oh for- [The rest of that sentence is thankfully cut off or muffled by the deluge on envelopes, as he stoops the ground. He's not really sure how much of this mail is important - likely none of it. He -should- just burn it. But maybe some of these people actually like reading what random people have to say about them.]
Well, I guess I get to play the role of postboy today. Lovely. [He's already gathering up as many letters as he can carry - quite a lot, all things considered. Now he just needs to figure out where they belong to without getting distracted - or lost. Simple enough, right?
Now, who in the hell does this envelope belong to?]
trevor belmont | castlevania (netflix series)
[A tall man, draped in a shabby cloak, appears to be peering over the various profiles. Squinting and muttering to himself as he does.]
Jeez, couldn't get any more bloody difficult, could they with this. Bet someone is having a big ol' laugh at my expense, can hardly read these damn things-
[He's not exactly about to ask for help, though, as stubborn as he is. So someone might want to help him out.]
ii. game time
[Here, he was at least mildly in something that vaguely felt like his element. He, of course, had been looking at his own slip, trying to avoid notice while he made himself inconspicuous, and maybe tried to think through a plan of action.
The problem then being, of course, that he wasn't the only one around, and there's a pretty good chance someone would think him a nice, juicy, clueless target-
Well, jokes on them. That'd at least make it easy for him.]
iii. fanmail
Oh for- [The rest of that sentence is thankfully cut off or muffled by the deluge on envelopes, as he stoops the ground. He's not really sure how much of this mail is important - likely none of it. He -should- just burn it. But maybe some of these people actually like reading what random people have to say about them.]
Well, I guess I get to play the role of postboy today. Lovely. [He's already gathering up as many letters as he can carry - quite a lot, all things considered. Now he just needs to figure out where they belong to without getting distracted - or lost. Simple enough, right?
Now, who in the hell does this envelope belong to?]