Lord's Rest Inn

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Amidst the bustling in the tavern of people, mushrooms, and ferrets, a young boy manifests in the tavern. Nobody saw him get here, but he’s at the bar in a one handed handstand, his feet and arms outstretched. He has a deathly pale face and black, greasy hair that’s slicked back in a messy way. He looks to be from the Victorian era. His left eye is neon orange, the other is sky blue. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a dark jester outfit minus the ridiculous hat.

He looks like this:

(Art by Elliotewow*

As he is upside down in his handstand position, his eyes flick back and forth between customers at the tavern. Every time he sees someone new, his blue eye glows brightly and briefly. He’s grinning, but his smile is unsettling and eery. 

 *Im bacc*

 *I cannot see thy image! :(*

 *I can put the imgur link, cause I think it’s awesome and Elliot did a good job*

https://imgur.com/a/lJqMeLY

 *Imgur is blocked for me.*

 *hmmmmmm…maybe I’ll just reinsert it and try again*

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Amidst the bustling in the tavern of people, mushrooms, and ferrets, a young boy manifests in the tavern. Nobody saw him get here, but he’s at the bar in a one handed handstand, his feet and arms outstretched. He has a deathly pale face and black, greasy hair that’s slicked back in a messy way. He looks to be from the Victorian era. His left eye is neon orange, the other is sky blue. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a dark jester outfit minus the ridiculous hat.

He looks like this:

(Art by Elliotewow*

As he is upside down in his handstand position, his eyes flick back and forth between customers at the tavern. Every time he sees someone new, his blue eye glows brightly and briefly. He’s grinning, but his smile is unsettling and eery. 

 *Im bacc*

Thirteen watches the child carefully. “You know that’s rather rude.”

 The boy notices Thirteen, then he’s behind them (he? she?) having relocated in the blink of an eye. He’s floating crisscross legged in the air behind Thirteen. “What is?” He speaks with an Italian mafia accent.

“Though I’ve no personal objections to acting in such a manner, I find that people might be bothered by a floating grinning kid who keeps staring at them. How did you come to be here, anyhow?”

 The boy shrugs. “I got bored so I started space shifting, ended up here. I’m Casey. You’re Thirteen, I know.” The boy’s blue eye glows again.

“Impressive. What else do you know about me?”

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 *Hi Baalz. Missed chu. (Hugs)*

 *(hugs back)*

*I'm pleasantly surprised that I was missed.*

 *Miss you all da time bruddah.* 

 *We are now officially brothers. If anyone has a problem with that, it's  S H R E D D I N'  T I M E*

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Amidst the bustling in the tavern of people, mushrooms, and ferrets, a young boy manifests in the tavern. Nobody saw him get here, but he’s at the bar in a one handed handstand, his feet and arms outstretched. He has a deathly pale face and black, greasy hair that’s slicked back in a messy way. He looks to be from the Victorian era. His left eye is neon orange, the other is sky blue. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a dark jester outfit minus the ridiculous hat.

He looks like this:

(Art by Elliotewow*

As he is upside down in his handstand position, his eyes flick back and forth between customers at the tavern. Every time he sees someone new, his blue eye glows brightly and briefly. He’s grinning, but his smile is unsettling and eery. 

 *Im bacc*

Thirteen watches the child carefully. “You know that’s rather rude.”

 The boy notices Thirteen, then he’s behind them (he? she?) having relocated in the blink of an eye. He’s floating crisscross legged in the air behind Thirteen. “What is?” He speaks with an Italian mafia accent.

“Though I’ve no personal objections to acting in such a manner, I find that people might be bothered by a floating grinning kid who keeps staring at them. How did you come to be here, anyhow?”

 The boy shrugs. “I got bored so I started space shifting, ended up here. I’m Casey. You’re Thirteen, I know.” The boy’s blue eye glows again.

“Impressive. What else do you know about me?”

 “Nothin. Yet. I’ll have to keep talking to ya. How old are ya?”

*welcome to the family wendigo!*

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Amidst the bustling in the tavern of people, mushrooms, and ferrets, a young boy manifests in the tavern. Nobody saw him get here, but he’s at the bar in a one handed handstand, his feet and arms outstretched. He has a deathly pale face and black, greasy hair that’s slicked back in a messy way. He looks to be from the Victorian era. His left eye is neon orange, the other is sky blue. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a dark jester outfit minus the ridiculous hat.

He looks like this:

(Art by Elliotewow*

As he is upside down in his handstand position, his eyes flick back and forth between customers at the tavern. Every time he sees someone new, his blue eye glows brightly and briefly. He’s grinning, but his smile is unsettling and eery. 

 *Im bacc*

Thirteen watches the child carefully. “You know that’s rather rude.”

 The boy notices Thirteen, then he’s behind them (he? she?) having relocated in the blink of an eye. He’s floating crisscross legged in the air behind Thirteen. “What is?” He speaks with an Italian mafia accent.

“Though I’ve no personal objections to acting in such a manner, I find that people might be bothered by a floating grinning kid who keeps staring at them. How did you come to be here, anyhow?”

 The boy shrugs. “I got bored so I started space shifting, ended up here. I’m Casey. You’re Thirteen, I know.” The boy’s blue eye glows again.

“Impressive. What else do you know about me?”

 “Nothin. Yet. I’ll have to keep talking to ya. How old are ya?”