[If you've ever seen a pigeon bigger than this, he'd like to hear where. Seriously he's like if a minicar was made of feathers and on bird feet, this white-and-black dove walking delicately among the crowd. He bought entry and tokens with money pulled out of a ziplock bag dripping with seawater, handed over with a deft beak, and now he seems to be trying to decide on which attraction.]
Hey there! Have you been in the hall of mirrors? Those things never sound like fun but I haven't been in one since I was a kid.
Wild Card [At some point Julien gets out of sight - in the woods, probably - and there's an odd, wet sound. Then he comes back into public view, as a five-five young man in slightly damp clothes, toweling his hair off and squelching in soaking sandals. You can talk to him, or you can circle back to where he was and find his giant bird self lying at rest and raising his neck to look suspiciously at you.]
Yes, hello?
LEEF! [Julien takes off and wings out over the forest, dwindling out of sight. As you might expect if you're familiar with the Carnival, he's back soon enough, perching in one of the trees and looking, if you can judge birds at all, disgruntled.]
Julien Delacroix | OC
Hey there! Have you been in the hall of mirrors? Those things never sound like fun but I haven't been in one since I was a kid.
Wild Card
[At some point Julien gets out of sight - in the woods, probably - and there's an odd, wet sound. Then he comes back into public view, as a five-five young man in slightly damp clothes, toweling his hair off and squelching in soaking sandals. You can talk to him, or you can circle back to where he was and find his giant bird self lying at rest and raising his neck to look suspiciously at you.]
Yes, hello?
LEEF!
[Julien takes off and wings out over the forest, dwindling out of sight. As you might expect if you're familiar with the Carnival, he's back soon enough, perching in one of the trees and looking, if you can judge birds at all, disgruntled.]
Granddam's not gonna be happy about this.