[...How. How could this young man, dressed head to toe in mostly black with a dash of white, tell from looking down at himself that anything had changed... Still, Charles hums, sounding pleased by the turn of events, and gives passersby a small wave.]
Do your best to stay alive.
[ 3 - WHO ]
[Sorry, partner! The short guy with long white hair you were working with has been turned to stone, leaving you to deal with chucking slabs of meat or berries or whatever it is you decided to bring at the cockatrice alone. Don't worry, though, because soon enough Charles comes over to the proving grounds, sweating and out of breath like he'd been in a rush.]
Sorry about that. At least you didn't get caught, too. Er -- it's me again.
[Aaaand he goes over to the statue that had once introduced himself as "C", gently resting his hand on his cheek.]
At least you'll be safe for a while... Though I don't suppose you know any cures for petrification? I really would like this vessel back as soon as possible...
[ 4 - WHY ]
[As much pain as there is in his eyes, Charles continues to flip through the pages of the book with a strained smile on his face, and occasionally lets out a soft noise of approval.]
Quite the storyteller... They've got the means to make a living out of this someday, whoever they are.
[ ? - WILDCARD ]
[Want something different with him as either Charles or as his vessel C? Cool cool. I'm over at humbugger if you wanna discuss specifics!]
Charles Eyler | Hello Charlotte 3
Oh! We've got some colors back now.
[...How. How could this young man, dressed head to toe in mostly black with a dash of white, tell from looking down at himself that anything had changed... Still, Charles hums, sounding pleased by the turn of events, and gives passersby a small wave.]
Do your best to stay alive.
[ 3 - WHO ]
[Sorry, partner! The short guy with long white hair you were working with has been turned to stone, leaving you to deal with chucking slabs of meat or berries or whatever it is you decided to bring at the cockatrice alone. Don't worry, though, because soon enough Charles comes over to the proving grounds, sweating and out of breath like he'd been in a rush.]
Sorry about that. At least you didn't get caught, too. Er -- it's me again.
[Aaaand he goes over to the statue that had once introduced himself as "C", gently resting his hand on his cheek.]
At least you'll be safe for a while... Though I don't suppose you know any cures for petrification? I really would like this vessel back as soon as possible...
[ 4 - WHY ]
[As much pain as there is in his eyes, Charles continues to flip through the pages of the book with a strained smile on his face, and occasionally lets out a soft noise of approval.]
Quite the storyteller... They've got the means to make a living out of this someday, whoever they are.
[ ? - WILDCARD ]
[Want something different with him as either Charles or as his vessel C? Cool cool. I'm over at