12-14-2019, 11:00 PM
[align=center][div style="width:70%; text-align: justify; padding: 1px; font-family: helvetica;"]Lemy might as well get the invitation out of the way. He never knew if something would come up that later on. Not to mention, if he turned in his invitation first, he'd be, well, the first one. Instant nonnegotiable success. Plus, that was something a responsible authority figure would do, right? He could do that, no problemo.
Now, as for the invitation itself, sure he could just mosey on to Tanglewood and give them a verbal invitation but where was the fun in that? There was no flair, no way to be smug about it. So, he decided on a written invitation. And if someone couldn't read? Then they sucked, plain and simple. But unfortunately, he couldn't say that so he was going to stick around to extend a verbal invitation as well. Redundant, yes, but he didn't have another choice.
However, he was lacking in materials. So, he had to make work with what he had. After some skulking around, he gathered the necessary supplies and got to work.
And now, armed with his invitation and a sense of childish accomplishment, he strolled up to the edge of Tanglewood territory. "Heeey, I'm baaaack!" Lemy screeched to beckon the poor bastards who heard to him. Lemy waited for a few minutes, then poised a question to the air, confident that his loud voice could project it. "Guess what!? Guess, guess, c'mon," he chanted, waving his invitation in the air. It was sealed neatly inside a crisp envelope, a makeshift decal portraying the Elysium's mountain holding it closed. It was obviously carefully constructed, a jarring contrast to how...careless he was with everything else.
Obviously, he wasn't going to just come out and invite them. Lemy preferred to make things difficult.
Now, as for the invitation itself, sure he could just mosey on to Tanglewood and give them a verbal invitation but where was the fun in that? There was no flair, no way to be smug about it. So, he decided on a written invitation. And if someone couldn't read? Then they sucked, plain and simple. But unfortunately, he couldn't say that so he was going to stick around to extend a verbal invitation as well. Redundant, yes, but he didn't have another choice.
However, he was lacking in materials. So, he had to make work with what he had. After some skulking around, he gathered the necessary supplies and got to work.
And now, armed with his invitation and a sense of childish accomplishment, he strolled up to the edge of Tanglewood territory. "Heeey, I'm baaaack!" Lemy screeched to beckon the poor bastards who heard to him. Lemy waited for a few minutes, then poised a question to the air, confident that his loud voice could project it. "Guess what!? Guess, guess, c'mon," he chanted, waving his invitation in the air. It was sealed neatly inside a crisp envelope, a makeshift decal portraying the Elysium's mountain holding it closed. It was obviously carefully constructed, a jarring contrast to how...careless he was with everything else.
Obviously, he wasn't going to just come out and invite them. Lemy preferred to make things difficult.