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@emery-nevermore
🍴// Introduction
Name: Emery Tobias Irwin
Pronouns: ...he/him (as far as she knows lol)
Birth: 1759, British Colony of Virginia
Death: 1779 (age 20)
Cause of death: unknown
Spectre: unmanifested
Profession: silversmithing (apprentice)
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dividers by: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more, @saradika-graphics, & @dollywons
Rules
...
(@spying-sawbones)
*He pulls away, giving Emery a gentle smile*
"How was that?"
*he hides his face in Eben's coat*
*he chuckles softly, putting his hand on Emery's head*
Hah...I haven't kissed anyone in years...
"That long?" *he gives Emery a surprised grin*
Yes? What, did you think I fell in love with every person I saw?
"Well, not every person, but surely someone would strike your fancy—"
Two people. Maybe three. Well, three and maybe four, now.
"Only that many?" he tries to mask his surprise, but is failing quite badly.
Pfffft--
One would think you'd be happier to find out you're special!
*he chuckles* Well, I'm not used to the idea that one would not fall in love at the drop of a pin.
That's ridiculous!
How so?
How could you fall in love with someone you don't even know?
*He shrugs* I don't question what happens naturally.
What would you even love about them?
Different things, *he hums thoughtfully* Too many to count, really.
Of what, their appearance?
Sometimes, aye, but more often their personalities.
See, but how can that be if you don't truly know their personalities?
Well, you get to know them!
Yes, but that's my point --- you can't be in love with them before that!
Ah- well. *he pauses for a moment, unable to come up with an argument*
*he laughs* You don't even get it yourself, do you?
Oh! I've just realized I can hear again!
*he makes a disgruntled noise, and nods*
...Ah! Wonderful!
Pffffft....
*he huffs softly*
Uh...so...what would you call this...relationship?
Well, what do you want to call it? *he raises his eyebrow curiously*
I don't know! *he waves his arms a bit, flustered*
...
(@spying-sawbones)
*He pulls away, giving Emery a gentle smile*
"How was that?"
*he hides his face in Eben's coat*
*he chuckles softly, putting his hand on Emery's head*
Hah...I haven't kissed anyone in years...
"That long?" *he gives Emery a surprised grin*
Yes? What, did you think I fell in love with every person I saw?
"Well, not every person, but surely someone would strike your fancy—"
Two people. Maybe three. Well, three and maybe four, now.
"Only that many?" he tries to mask his surprise, but is failing quite badly.
Pfffft--
One would think you'd be happier to find out you're special!
*he chuckles* Well, I'm not used to the idea that one would not fall in love at the drop of a pin.
That's ridiculous!
How so?
How could you fall in love with someone you don't even know?
*He shrugs* I don't question what happens naturally.
What would you even love about them?
Different things, *he hums thoughtfully* Too many to count, really.
Of what, their appearance?
Sometimes, aye, but more often their personalities.
See, but how can that be if you don't truly know their personalities?
Well, you get to know them!
Yes, but that's my point --- you can't be in love with them before that!
Ah- well. *he pauses for a moment, unable to come up with an argument*
*he laughs* You don't even get it yourself, do you?
Oh! I've just realized I can hear again!
*he makes a disgruntled noise, and nods*
...Ah! Wonderful!
Pffffft....
*he huffs softly*
Uh...so...what would you call this...relationship?
...
(@spying-sawbones)
*He pulls away, giving Emery a gentle smile*
"How was that?"
*he hides his face in Eben's coat*
*he chuckles softly, putting his hand on Emery's head*
Hah...I haven't kissed anyone in years...
"That long?" *he gives Emery a surprised grin*
Yes? What, did you think I fell in love with every person I saw?
"Well, not every person, but surely someone would strike your fancy—"
Two people. Maybe three. Well, three and maybe four, now.
"Only that many?" he tries to mask his surprise, but is failing quite badly.
Pfffft--
One would think you'd be happier to find out you're special!
*he chuckles* Well, I'm not used to the idea that one would not fall in love at the drop of a pin.
That's ridiculous!
How so?
How could you fall in love with someone you don't even know?
*He shrugs* I don't question what happens naturally.
What would you even love about them?
Different things, *he hums thoughtfully* Too many to count, really.
Of what, their appearance?
Sometimes, aye, but more often their personalities.
See, but how can that be if you don't truly know their personalities?
Well, you get to know them!
Yes, but that's my point --- you can't be in love with them before that!
Ah- well. *he pauses for a moment, unable to come up with an argument*
*he laughs* You don't even get it yourself, do you?
Oh! I've just realized I can hear again!
*he makes a disgruntled noise, and nods*
...Ah! Wonderful!
Pffffft....
...
(@spying-sawbones)
*He pulls away, giving Emery a gentle smile*
"How was that?"
*he hides his face in Eben's coat*
*he chuckles softly, putting his hand on Emery's head*
Hah...I haven't kissed anyone in years...
"That long?" *he gives Emery a surprised grin*
Yes? What, did you think I fell in love with every person I saw?
"Well, not every person, but surely someone would strike your fancy—"
Two people. Maybe three. Well, three and maybe four, now.
"Only that many?" he tries to mask his surprise, but is failing quite badly.
Pfffft--
One would think you'd be happier to find out you're special!
*he chuckles* Well, I'm not used to the idea that one would not fall in love at the drop of a pin.
That's ridiculous!
How so?
How could you fall in love with someone you don't even know?
*He shrugs* I don't question what happens naturally.
What would you even love about them?
Different things, *he hums thoughtfully* Too many to count, really.
Of what, their appearance?
Sometimes, aye, but more often their personalities.
See, but how can that be if you don't truly know their personalities?
Well, you get to know them!
Yes, but that's my point --- you can't be in love with them before that!
Ah- well. *he pauses for a moment, unable to come up with an argument*
*he laughs* You don't even get it yourself, do you?
Oh! I've just realized I can hear again!
...
(@spying-sawbones)
*He pulls away, giving Emery a gentle smile*
"How was that?"
*he hides his face in Eben's coat*
*he chuckles softly, putting his hand on Emery's head*
Hah...I haven't kissed anyone in years...
"That long?" *he gives Emery a surprised grin*
Yes? What, did you think I fell in love with every person I saw?
"Well, not every person, but surely someone would strike your fancy—"
Two people. Maybe three. Well, three and maybe four, now.
"Only that many?" he tries to mask his surprise, but is failing quite badly.
Pfffft--
One would think you'd be happier to find out you're special!
*he chuckles* Well, I'm not used to the idea that one would not fall in love at the drop of a pin.
That's ridiculous!
How so?
How could you fall in love with someone you don't even know?
*He shrugs* I don't question what happens naturally.
What would you even love about them?
Different things, *he hums thoughtfully* Too many to count, really.
Of what, their appearance?
Sometimes, aye, but more often their personalities.
See, but how can that be if you don't truly know their personalities?
Well, you get to know them!
Yes, but that's my point --- you can't be in love with them before that!
...
(@spying-sawbones)
*He pulls away, giving Emery a gentle smile*
"How was that?"
*he hides his face in Eben's coat*
*he chuckles softly, putting his hand on Emery's head*
Hah...I haven't kissed anyone in years...
"That long?" *he gives Emery a surprised grin*
Yes? What, did you think I fell in love with every person I saw?
"Well, not every person, but surely someone would strike your fancy—"
Two people. Maybe three. Well, three and maybe four, now.
"Only that many?" he tries to mask his surprise, but is failing quite badly.
Pfffft--
One would think you'd be happier to find out you're special!
*he chuckles* Well, I'm not used to the idea that one would not fall in love at the drop of a pin.
That's ridiculous!
How so?
How could you fall in love with someone you don't even know?
*He shrugs* I don't question what happens naturally.
What would you even love about them?
Different things, *he hums thoughtfully* Too many to count, really.
Of what, their appearance?
Sometimes, aye, but more often their personalities.
See, but how can that be if you don't truly know their personalities?
...
(@spying-sawbones)
*He pulls away, giving Emery a gentle smile*
"How was that?"
*he hides his face in Eben's coat*
*he chuckles softly, putting his hand on Emery's head*
Hah...I haven't kissed anyone in years...
"That long?" *he gives Emery a surprised grin*
Yes? What, did you think I fell in love with every person I saw?
"Well, not every person, but surely someone would strike your fancy—"
Two people. Maybe three. Well, three and maybe four, now.
"Only that many?" he tries to mask his surprise, but is failing quite badly.
Pfffft--
One would think you'd be happier to find out you're special!
*he chuckles* Well, I'm not used to the idea that one would not fall in love at the drop of a pin.
That's ridiculous!
How so?
How could you fall in love with someone you don't even know?
*He shrugs* I don't question what happens naturally.
What would you even love about them?
Different things, *he hums thoughtfully* Too many to count, really.
Of what, their appearance?
[Emery bumps into a wisp in the hallway.]
Oh! My apologies, er...dear fellow.
--- @emery-nevermore
{the wisp nods politely, reaching out for an apologetic handshake.}
*he shakes their hand awkwardly*
{the wisp looks around before looking back at Emery, likely wondering why he’s here.}
Ehm... could you point me the way to the library?
{the wisp nods, doing a left and right and left motion… then deciding to just offer their hand and show him the way.}
Oh... Thank you, but I can just follow you.
{they nod again, then hurrying to lead the way to the library.}
*Emery takes off after them, very confused as to why they're rushing*
{once they arrived, the wisp seemed excited to point out the library.}
Thank you! I've been here before, but I forgot the way.
{ a quiet stunned wisp, as though to say “..oh! My bad.”}
Do you like the library?
{the wisp makes a “somewhat” hand gesture, then pulling out a butter yellow sticky note. In the most bordering on chicken scratch handwriting, they wrote, “I was not a good reader as a kid, and didn’t do much of it when alive, so I kind of fell in love with the library here post mortem.”}
Oh, that's sweet. In a rather morbid way, I suppose.
…
{ “I mean we don’t really have much else to do as wisps, so. Library. Or listen to Laura snore across the hallway.” The wisp scrunches up its face.}
*he chuckles a little at that*
What do you like to read?
{ “it’s mostly kids books, to be honest. I’m working my way up. I like the velveteen rabbit.”}
Ah, I'm not familiar with that one. Though, that's usually the case when you're from the 18th century.
{if wisps could make stunned silence, the wisp in front of Emery just did.}
...
*he chuckles*
Nothing to say to that, eh?
{ they write: “goddamn, you’re old.”}
I am twenty-one years of age.
{ “like a bajillion years ago, maybe.”}
As far as I can tell from conversations with other students, it can't have been more than three centuries.
{the wisp pauses again. “I’m from 1979 by the way. For time reference. So that’s a lot of years.”}
*he whistles, like 'damn that's a long-ass time'*
What's your name, by the way? I'm Emery Irwin.
{ “Derrick Marcott. I can’t really talk right now because of the wisp thing.. so uh..” and he smudged the ink as soon as the wisp stopped writing.}
Nice to meet you, Derrick.
{the wisps extends his hand for a handshake, nodding.}
Oh, again? Alright.
*he shakes his hand*
{ “it is nice to meet you too.” }
Well, I'm off to find books.
{ “see you around, chick.” he waves }
*he tilts his head* I'm not a chicken.
… {slow blink, shaking his head knowingly.}
...So, er...why did you call me that? I'll have you know I'm not over-fond of strangers giving me nicknames.
{ “it’s slang.” }
...For what?
{ “for a w” he doesn’t finish writing, deciding that maybe he suspects something that Emery isn’t aware of.}
...?
{ Derrick scribbles it out, then writing, “actually don’t worry about it”}
Well if I wasn't going to worry about it before, I certainly am now.
{the wisp shrugs, then looking over at one of the shelves.}
Alright, prick. *he huffs and walks over to another shelf*
{despite being occupied with a shelf, Emery felt the wisp’s constant prescence.}
*he glances over at Derrick, seeming weirdly defensive*
{the wisp then seemed to disappear.}
*he pushes around the spines of some books*
[Emery bumps into a wisp in the hallway.]
Oh! My apologies, er...dear fellow.
--- @emery-nevermore
{the wisp nods politely, reaching out for an apologetic handshake.}
*he shakes their hand awkwardly*
{the wisp looks around before looking back at Emery, likely wondering why he’s here.}
Ehm... could you point me the way to the library?
{the wisp nods, doing a left and right and left motion… then deciding to just offer their hand and show him the way.}
Oh... Thank you, but I can just follow you.
{they nod again, then hurrying to lead the way to the library.}
*Emery takes off after them, very confused as to why they're rushing*
{once they arrived, the wisp seemed excited to point out the library.}
Thank you! I've been here before, but I forgot the way.
{ a quiet stunned wisp, as though to say “..oh! My bad.”}
Do you like the library?
{the wisp makes a “somewhat” hand gesture, then pulling out a butter yellow sticky note. In the most bordering on chicken scratch handwriting, they wrote, “I was not a good reader as a kid, and didn’t do much of it when alive, so I kind of fell in love with the library here post mortem.”}
Oh, that's sweet. In a rather morbid way, I suppose.
…
{ “I mean we don’t really have much else to do as wisps, so. Library. Or listen to Laura snore across the hallway.” The wisp scrunches up its face.}
*he chuckles a little at that*
What do you like to read?
{ “it’s mostly kids books, to be honest. I’m working my way up. I like the velveteen rabbit.”}
Ah, I'm not familiar with that one. Though, that's usually the case when you're from the 18th century.
{if wisps could make stunned silence, the wisp in front of Emery just did.}
...
*he chuckles*
Nothing to say to that, eh?
{ they write: “goddamn, you’re old.”}
I am twenty-one years of age.
{ “like a bajillion years ago, maybe.”}
As far as I can tell from conversations with other students, it can't have been more than three centuries.
{the wisp pauses again. “I’m from 1979 by the way. For time reference. So that’s a lot of years.”}
*he whistles, like 'damn that's a long-ass time'*
What's your name, by the way? I'm Emery Irwin.
{ “Derrick Marcott. I can’t really talk right now because of the wisp thing.. so uh..” and he smudged the ink as soon as the wisp stopped writing.}
Nice to meet you, Derrick.
{the wisps extends his hand for a handshake, nodding.}
Oh, again? Alright.
*he shakes his hand*
{ “it is nice to meet you too.” }
Well, I'm off to find books.
{ “see you around, chick.” he waves }
*he tilts his head* I'm not a chicken.
… {slow blink, shaking his head knowingly.}
...So, er...why did you call me that? I'll have you know I'm not over-fond of strangers giving me nicknames.
{ “it’s slang.” }
...For what?
{ “for a w” he doesn’t finish writing, deciding that maybe he suspects something that Emery isn’t aware of.}
...?
{ Derrick scribbles it out, then writing, “actually don’t worry about it”}
Well if I wasn't going to worry about it before, I certainly am now.
{the wisp shrugs, then looking over at one of the shelves.}
Alright, prick. *he huffs and walks over to another shelf*
{despite being occupied with a shelf, Emery felt the wisp’s constant prescence.}
*he glances over at Derrick, seeming weirdly defensive*
...
(@spying-sawbones)
*He pulls away, giving Emery a gentle smile*
"How was that?"
*he hides his face in Eben's coat*
*he chuckles softly, putting his hand on Emery's head*
Hah...I haven't kissed anyone in years...
"That long?" *he gives Emery a surprised grin*
Yes? What, did you think I fell in love with every person I saw?
"Well, not every person, but surely someone would strike your fancy—"
Two people. Maybe three. Well, three and maybe four, now.
"Only that many?" he tries to mask his surprise, but is failing quite badly.
Pfffft--
One would think you'd be happier to find out you're special!
*he chuckles* Well, I'm not used to the idea that one would not fall in love at the drop of a pin.
That's ridiculous!
How so?
How could you fall in love with someone you don't even know?
*He shrugs* I don't question what happens naturally.
What would you even love about them?
[Emery bumps into a wisp in the hallway.]
Oh! My apologies, er...dear fellow.
--- @emery-nevermore
{the wisp nods politely, reaching out for an apologetic handshake.}
*he shakes their hand awkwardly*
{the wisp looks around before looking back at Emery, likely wondering why he’s here.}
Ehm... could you point me the way to the library?
{the wisp nods, doing a left and right and left motion… then deciding to just offer their hand and show him the way.}
Oh... Thank you, but I can just follow you.
{they nod again, then hurrying to lead the way to the library.}
*Emery takes off after them, very confused as to why they're rushing*
{once they arrived, the wisp seemed excited to point out the library.}
Thank you! I've been here before, but I forgot the way.
{ a quiet stunned wisp, as though to say “..oh! My bad.”}
Do you like the library?
{the wisp makes a “somewhat” hand gesture, then pulling out a butter yellow sticky note. In the most bordering on chicken scratch handwriting, they wrote, “I was not a good reader as a kid, and didn’t do much of it when alive, so I kind of fell in love with the library here post mortem.”}
Oh, that's sweet. In a rather morbid way, I suppose.
…
{ “I mean we don’t really have much else to do as wisps, so. Library. Or listen to Laura snore across the hallway.” The wisp scrunches up its face.}
*he chuckles a little at that*
What do you like to read?
{ “it’s mostly kids books, to be honest. I’m working my way up. I like the velveteen rabbit.”}
Ah, I'm not familiar with that one. Though, that's usually the case when you're from the 18th century.
{if wisps could make stunned silence, the wisp in front of Emery just did.}
...
*he chuckles*
Nothing to say to that, eh?
{ they write: “goddamn, you’re old.”}
I am twenty-one years of age.
{ “like a bajillion years ago, maybe.”}
As far as I can tell from conversations with other students, it can't have been more than three centuries.
{the wisp pauses again. “I’m from 1979 by the way. For time reference. So that’s a lot of years.”}
*he whistles, like 'damn that's a long-ass time'*
What's your name, by the way? I'm Emery Irwin.
{ “Derrick Marcott. I can’t really talk right now because of the wisp thing.. so uh..” and he smudged the ink as soon as the wisp stopped writing.}
Nice to meet you, Derrick.
{the wisps extends his hand for a handshake, nodding.}
Oh, again? Alright.
*he shakes his hand*
{ “it is nice to meet you too.” }
Well, I'm off to find books.
{ “see you around, chick.” he waves }
*he tilts his head* I'm not a chicken.
… {slow blink, shaking his head knowingly.}
...So, er...why did you call me that? I'll have you know I'm not over-fond of strangers giving me nicknames.
{ “it’s slang.” }
...For what?
{ “for a w” he doesn’t finish writing, deciding that maybe he suspects something that Emery isn’t aware of.}
...?
{ Derrick scribbles it out, then writing, “actually don’t worry about it”}
Well if I wasn't going to worry about it before, I certainly am now.
{the wisp shrugs, then looking over at one of the shelves.}
Alright, prick. *he huffs and walks over to another shelf*
[Emery bumps into a wisp in the hallway.]
Oh! My apologies, er...dear fellow.
--- @emery-nevermore
{the wisp nods politely, reaching out for an apologetic handshake.}
*he shakes their hand awkwardly*
{the wisp looks around before looking back at Emery, likely wondering why he’s here.}
Ehm... could you point me the way to the library?
{the wisp nods, doing a left and right and left motion… then deciding to just offer their hand and show him the way.}
Oh... Thank you, but I can just follow you.
{they nod again, then hurrying to lead the way to the library.}
*Emery takes off after them, very confused as to why they're rushing*
{once they arrived, the wisp seemed excited to point out the library.}
Thank you! I've been here before, but I forgot the way.
{ a quiet stunned wisp, as though to say “..oh! My bad.”}
Do you like the library?
{the wisp makes a “somewhat” hand gesture, then pulling out a butter yellow sticky note. In the most bordering on chicken scratch handwriting, they wrote, “I was not a good reader as a kid, and didn’t do much of it when alive, so I kind of fell in love with the library here post mortem.”}
Oh, that's sweet. In a rather morbid way, I suppose.
…
{ “I mean we don’t really have much else to do as wisps, so. Library. Or listen to Laura snore across the hallway.” The wisp scrunches up its face.}
*he chuckles a little at that*
What do you like to read?
{ “it’s mostly kids books, to be honest. I’m working my way up. I like the velveteen rabbit.”}
Ah, I'm not familiar with that one. Though, that's usually the case when you're from the 18th century.
{if wisps could make stunned silence, the wisp in front of Emery just did.}
...
*he chuckles*
Nothing to say to that, eh?
{ they write: “goddamn, you’re old.”}
I am twenty-one years of age.
{ “like a bajillion years ago, maybe.”}
As far as I can tell from conversations with other students, it can't have been more than three centuries.
{the wisp pauses again. “I’m from 1979 by the way. For time reference. So that’s a lot of years.”}
*he whistles, like 'damn that's a long-ass time'*
What's your name, by the way? I'm Emery Irwin.
{ “Derrick Marcott. I can’t really talk right now because of the wisp thing.. so uh..” and he smudged the ink as soon as the wisp stopped writing.}
Nice to meet you, Derrick.
{the wisps extends his hand for a handshake, nodding.}
Oh, again? Alright.
*he shakes his hand*
{ “it is nice to meet you too.” }
Well, I'm off to find books.
{ “see you around, chick.” he waves }
*he tilts his head* I'm not a chicken.
… {slow blink, shaking his head knowingly.}
...So, er...why did you call me that? I'll have you know I'm not over-fond of strangers giving me nicknames.
{ “it’s slang.” }
...For what?
{ “for a w” he doesn’t finish writing, deciding that maybe he suspects something that Emery isn’t aware of.}
...?
{ Derrick scribbles it out, then writing, “actually don’t worry about it”}
Well if I wasn't going to worry about it before, I certainly am now.
[Emery bumps into a wisp in the hallway.]
Oh! My apologies, er...dear fellow.
--- @emery-nevermore
{the wisp nods politely, reaching out for an apologetic handshake.}
*he shakes their hand awkwardly*
{the wisp looks around before looking back at Emery, likely wondering why he’s here.}
Ehm... could you point me the way to the library?
{the wisp nods, doing a left and right and left motion… then deciding to just offer their hand and show him the way.}
Oh... Thank you, but I can just follow you.
{they nod again, then hurrying to lead the way to the library.}
*Emery takes off after them, very confused as to why they're rushing*
{once they arrived, the wisp seemed excited to point out the library.}
Thank you! I've been here before, but I forgot the way.
{ a quiet stunned wisp, as though to say “..oh! My bad.”}
Do you like the library?
{the wisp makes a “somewhat” hand gesture, then pulling out a butter yellow sticky note. In the most bordering on chicken scratch handwriting, they wrote, “I was not a good reader as a kid, and didn’t do much of it when alive, so I kind of fell in love with the library here post mortem.”}
Oh, that's sweet. In a rather morbid way, I suppose.
…
{ “I mean we don’t really have much else to do as wisps, so. Library. Or listen to Laura snore across the hallway.” The wisp scrunches up its face.}
*he chuckles a little at that*
What do you like to read?
{ “it’s mostly kids books, to be honest. I’m working my way up. I like the velveteen rabbit.”}
Ah, I'm not familiar with that one. Though, that's usually the case when you're from the 18th century.
{if wisps could make stunned silence, the wisp in front of Emery just did.}
...
*he chuckles*
Nothing to say to that, eh?
{ they write: “goddamn, you’re old.”}
I am twenty-one years of age.
{ “like a bajillion years ago, maybe.”}
As far as I can tell from conversations with other students, it can't have been more than three centuries.
{the wisp pauses again. “I’m from 1979 by the way. For time reference. So that’s a lot of years.”}
*he whistles, like 'damn that's a long-ass time'*
What's your name, by the way? I'm Emery Irwin.
{ “Derrick Marcott. I can’t really talk right now because of the wisp thing.. so uh..” and he smudged the ink as soon as the wisp stopped writing.}
Nice to meet you, Derrick.
{the wisps extends his hand for a handshake, nodding.}
Oh, again? Alright.
*he shakes his hand*
{ “it is nice to meet you too.” }
Well, I'm off to find books.
{ “see you around, chick.” he waves }
*he tilts his head* I'm not a chicken.
… {slow blink, shaking his head knowingly.}
...So, er...why did you call me that? I'll have you know I'm not over-fond of strangers giving me nicknames.
{ “it’s slang.” }
...For what?
{ “for a w” he doesn’t finish writing, deciding that maybe he suspects something that Emery isn’t aware of.}
...?
[Emery bumps into a wisp in the hallway.]
Oh! My apologies, er...dear fellow.
--- @emery-nevermore
{the wisp nods politely, reaching out for an apologetic handshake.}
*he shakes their hand awkwardly*
{the wisp looks around before looking back at Emery, likely wondering why he’s here.}
Ehm... could you point me the way to the library?
{the wisp nods, doing a left and right and left motion… then deciding to just offer their hand and show him the way.}
Oh... Thank you, but I can just follow you.
{they nod again, then hurrying to lead the way to the library.}
*Emery takes off after them, very confused as to why they're rushing*
{once they arrived, the wisp seemed excited to point out the library.}
Thank you! I've been here before, but I forgot the way.
{ a quiet stunned wisp, as though to say “..oh! My bad.”}
Do you like the library?
{the wisp makes a “somewhat” hand gesture, then pulling out a butter yellow sticky note. In the most bordering on chicken scratch handwriting, they wrote, “I was not a good reader as a kid, and didn’t do much of it when alive, so I kind of fell in love with the library here post mortem.”}
Oh, that's sweet. In a rather morbid way, I suppose.
…
{ “I mean we don’t really have much else to do as wisps, so. Library. Or listen to Laura snore across the hallway.” The wisp scrunches up its face.}
*he chuckles a little at that*
What do you like to read?
{ “it’s mostly kids books, to be honest. I’m working my way up. I like the velveteen rabbit.”}
Ah, I'm not familiar with that one. Though, that's usually the case when you're from the 18th century.
{if wisps could make stunned silence, the wisp in front of Emery just did.}
...
*he chuckles*
Nothing to say to that, eh?
{ they write: “goddamn, you’re old.”}
I am twenty-one years of age.
{ “like a bajillion years ago, maybe.”}
As far as I can tell from conversations with other students, it can't have been more than three centuries.
{the wisp pauses again. “I’m from 1979 by the way. For time reference. So that’s a lot of years.”}
*he whistles, like 'damn that's a long-ass time'*
What's your name, by the way? I'm Emery Irwin.
{ “Derrick Marcott. I can’t really talk right now because of the wisp thing.. so uh..” and he smudged the ink as soon as the wisp stopped writing.}
Nice to meet you, Derrick.
{the wisps extends his hand for a handshake, nodding.}
Oh, again? Alright.
*he shakes his hand*
{ “it is nice to meet you too.” }
Well, I'm off to find books.
{ “see you around, chick.” he waves }
*he tilts his head* I'm not a chicken.
… {slow blink, shaking his head knowingly.}
...So, er...why did you call me that? I'll have you know I'm not over-fond of strangers giving me nicknames.
{ “it’s slang.” }
...For what?
[Emery bumps into a wisp in the hallway.]
Oh! My apologies, er...dear fellow.
--- @emery-nevermore
{the wisp nods politely, reaching out for an apologetic handshake.}
*he shakes their hand awkwardly*
{the wisp looks around before looking back at Emery, likely wondering why he’s here.}
Ehm... could you point me the way to the library?
{the wisp nods, doing a left and right and left motion… then deciding to just offer their hand and show him the way.}
Oh... Thank you, but I can just follow you.
{they nod again, then hurrying to lead the way to the library.}
*Emery takes off after them, very confused as to why they're rushing*
{once they arrived, the wisp seemed excited to point out the library.}
Thank you! I've been here before, but I forgot the way.
{ a quiet stunned wisp, as though to say “..oh! My bad.”}
Do you like the library?
{the wisp makes a “somewhat” hand gesture, then pulling out a butter yellow sticky note. In the most bordering on chicken scratch handwriting, they wrote, “I was not a good reader as a kid, and didn’t do much of it when alive, so I kind of fell in love with the library here post mortem.”}
Oh, that's sweet. In a rather morbid way, I suppose.
…
{ “I mean we don’t really have much else to do as wisps, so. Library. Or listen to Laura snore across the hallway.” The wisp scrunches up its face.}
*he chuckles a little at that*
What do you like to read?
{ “it’s mostly kids books, to be honest. I’m working my way up. I like the velveteen rabbit.”}
Ah, I'm not familiar with that one. Though, that's usually the case when you're from the 18th century.
{if wisps could make stunned silence, the wisp in front of Emery just did.}
...
*he chuckles*
Nothing to say to that, eh?
{ they write: “goddamn, you’re old.”}
I am twenty-one years of age.
{ “like a bajillion years ago, maybe.”}
As far as I can tell from conversations with other students, it can't have been more than three centuries.
{the wisp pauses again. “I’m from 1979 by the way. For time reference. So that’s a lot of years.”}
*he whistles, like 'damn that's a long-ass time'*
What's your name, by the way? I'm Emery Irwin.
{ “Derrick Marcott. I can’t really talk right now because of the wisp thing.. so uh..” and he smudged the ink as soon as the wisp stopped writing.}
Nice to meet you, Derrick.
{the wisps extends his hand for a handshake, nodding.}
Oh, again? Alright.
*he shakes his hand*
{ “it is nice to meet you too.” }
Well, I'm off to find books.
{ “see you around, chick.” he waves }
*he tilts his head* I'm not a chicken.
… {slow blink, shaking his head knowingly.}
...So, er...why did you call me that? I'll have you know I'm not over-fond of strangers giving me nicknames.
[Emery bumps into a wisp in the hallway.]
Oh! My apologies, er...dear fellow.
--- @emery-nevermore
{the wisp nods politely, reaching out for an apologetic handshake.}
*he shakes their hand awkwardly*
{the wisp looks around before looking back at Emery, likely wondering why he’s here.}
Ehm... could you point me the way to the library?
{the wisp nods, doing a left and right and left motion… then deciding to just offer their hand and show him the way.}
Oh... Thank you, but I can just follow you.
{they nod again, then hurrying to lead the way to the library.}
*Emery takes off after them, very confused as to why they're rushing*
{once they arrived, the wisp seemed excited to point out the library.}
Thank you! I've been here before, but I forgot the way.
{ a quiet stunned wisp, as though to say “..oh! My bad.”}
Do you like the library?
{the wisp makes a “somewhat” hand gesture, then pulling out a butter yellow sticky note. In the most bordering on chicken scratch handwriting, they wrote, “I was not a good reader as a kid, and didn’t do much of it when alive, so I kind of fell in love with the library here post mortem.”}
Oh, that's sweet. In a rather morbid way, I suppose.
…
{ “I mean we don’t really have much else to do as wisps, so. Library. Or listen to Laura snore across the hallway.” The wisp scrunches up its face.}
*he chuckles a little at that*
What do you like to read?
{ “it’s mostly kids books, to be honest. I’m working my way up. I like the velveteen rabbit.”}
Ah, I'm not familiar with that one. Though, that's usually the case when you're from the 18th century.
{if wisps could make stunned silence, the wisp in front of Emery just did.}
...
*he chuckles*
Nothing to say to that, eh?
{ they write: “goddamn, you’re old.”}
I am twenty-one years of age.
{ “like a bajillion years ago, maybe.”}
As far as I can tell from conversations with other students, it can't have been more than three centuries.
{the wisp pauses again. “I’m from 1979 by the way. For time reference. So that’s a lot of years.”}
*he whistles, like 'damn that's a long-ass time'*
What's your name, by the way? I'm Emery Irwin.
{ “Derrick Marcott. I can’t really talk right now because of the wisp thing.. so uh..” and he smudged the ink as soon as the wisp stopped writing.}
Nice to meet you, Derrick.
{the wisps extends his hand for a handshake, nodding.}
Oh, again? Alright.
*he shakes his hand*
{ “it is nice to meet you too.” }
Well, I'm off to find books.
{ “see you around, chick.” he waves }
*he tilts his head* I'm not a chicken.
