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located in Lunalake Island, a part of Memoria Irae, one of the many universes on RPG.

Lunalake Island

A large island and major hub, Lunalake City is here, along with a few fishing towns situated around the river and lake. In the middle of the lake is a strange clock tower where the governor lives. No one knows why he lives there, he just... does.

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Character Portrait: Abdown Character Portrait: Selesynia DuNalthis Character Portrait: Raimondo Ceci Character Portrait: Aeila Cairn
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Feeling something collide with his legs, Abdown seized in place. Quietly he stood still like a totem or statue, until holding out one of his gloved hands to catch a few drops of rain. Spinning around his cane, hooked into one finger, he placed one hand around it and pushed upwards, with a snap, it magically opened with a burst into a large, slightly luminous, midnight blue umbrella, even though no mechanism had been seen prior. It was large enough to cover both him and the visitor.

"The fault is mine, I was thinking of the destination, rather than the path," he said, somewhat cryptically, looking down at her. "Welcome to Lunalake City, I am the governor of this city, Abdown. I... presume you are new here? You see, I am normally quite well with faces," he continued, looking out at the the rain and panic. "Unfortunate that it is under such conditions you chose to visit here, my people are rather on edge these days. Regardless... ah... where are my manners? Who might you be, and is there anything I could help with?"

Back at the city hall building, they continued to bicker among themselves, now on what they might do about this situation. There was a cough heard at the front, small as it was, trying to get their reaction, but they didn't pay it any mind, not even when the unseen figure coughed louder. With a frustrated grunt, two gloves were tossed aside from behind the podium, and two small clawed hands reached up grabbing the edge of the podium and a short figure pulled itself up and scrambled up on top of it, a top hat rolling off the figure's head as they struggled. The room heard this, finally, and turned to look. On top was the mayor, Leopold Reinhardt, and unfortunately the younger brother of one of the Harlequins. His first vision had landed him in a rather laughably diminutive form, with a long thin tail and big ears, his hair an off-blond, a pink nose, green eyes, and overall young mousey appearance wrapped up in a small tailed coat and suit custom tailored to his short stature. Few will admit it, but he was mostly elected because of his looks. He caught his breath and adjusted his tie and looked out at staring eyes, nearly falling off in shock.

"I-if I may..." he began with a squeak, before clearing his throat trying his hardest to deepen his voice into something presentable. "IF I may!"

"Just get on with it!" a man yelled out, causing the mayor to nearly fall onto the floor again, wide eyed.

"Hey, don't yell at li'l Leokins!" a woman yells out.

"H-hey, stop that... wait... li'l Leokins..?" the mayor began, before clearing his throat again. "Anyways! I have a proposal! Since no one in the city is really a fighter, we could just... hire some that can..?"

There was a bit of murmuring in the room.

"Wouldn't we have to pay them though..?" one asked.

"Well, yeah, duh," he murmured to himself. He then coughed. "I-I mean... of course there will be a reward. Honestly, the ends justify the means here... I-I mean... right..?"

There was more murmuring, and then, finally a collective agreement that it was better than nothing, bringing the meeting to close. And a few went out into the streets putting up wanted posters for the Harlequin gang, particularly outlined was the disturbance in the eastern woods.

Catching one of them putting up a flier on a street lamp, Abdown looked over at it and after reading it for a moment, sighed. Figures as much, the only thing they'd agree on with a problem is to make it not their problem, he thought to himself.