So in the end, what I did doesn't even matter, does it? Story of my un-life, it would seem.
See, if this were back home, the Ambassador or @bettyming or someone would be playing that stupid song over the town speakers right now. Do we have any way to play music here, or do I have to make a saxophone out of Light magic?
You're… the pineapple girl, right? Weren't you in Taco City?
There are some good resources you can use after this is over; they might be able to get some phoenix down for you. I know a guy. ;P
Huh? O-oh, I guess so? I didn't want to move away from Rubbish Avocado—my hero!—but after everything that happened, I hoped it would be safer. ;__; And thank you, I appreciate that.
Well, you don't have to move away. But they can probably help you out. I read the report… sorry to hear you were hunted down. Doesn't seem right.
*Smiles* I actually know a werewolf back in town—he's adjusted just fine. *Laughs a little* A bit of a goof, at times, but his heart's in the right place. So don't worry—I'm not afraid of you or going to hurt you or anything. And I doubt the city will, either. They'll want to help you help yourself so you can be around others without being afraid.
*He holds his hands like he's about to stir coffee, only… he doesn't have any. He looks down at his hands as if remembering this, and paces back and forth instead. Only he's gliding, so it looks rather odd.*
Though this town has, pardon my language and metaphors, very sucky spiritual reception. I don't think I'll be able to communicate with the guy for a while. Not unless I focus my presence outside the town.
And I'm not ready to do that quite yet. *Eyes flicker again* I may have gone down, but I'm not leaving until this is over, one way or another.