[Video] Week 34 - Friday Evening

[wisdom_of_hounds]

So about this fog...

[Hey guys, there's a redhead on your network looking magnificently scruffy. That is full Irish beard right there. Actually... that's way more than a week's growth for those of you that knew he was leaving. He's currently sprawled out on the stone floor of his cavern hideaway, holding his arm up so the video's looking down on him.]

I was hoping to make it back into town today but apparently Verdana had other ideas. [And there's a knowing smirk that comes with that because he at least has spent most of the last weeks (as far as he knows) talking to her.]

So, I don't know when I'm going to be able to get back but... [His free hand comes up to thread through his shaggy crimson curls.] Anyone out there good with a pair of scissors?

[Private to Lyall]

As soon as this damn fog clears we need to go hunting... Oberon is bored out of his mind and we both need to stretch our legs. You in?

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[Audio - private]

[professorwolf]

Which of course will do me very little good, and likely just embarrass me further.

[He huffs a sigh, one that might be part chuckle of his own.]

Well, perhaps with some luck I'll have forgotten this whole inci-- insa-- this whole bloody ordeal by then, myself... this is probably the closest to drunk I've been since the seventeenth century, but I seem to rec-- recall that there's forgetfulness involved in that.

[There's a pause, as he realizes:]

Though in that case, you may have to remind me about the hunt.

[Audio - private]

[wisdom_of_hounds]

[Atticus makes a mental note about the time frame Lyall just gave him, curious about just how old his new friend is. He suspects that Lyall would be just as unwilling as Atticus would be to just outright tell him, though.]

Don’t worry, I’ll remind you… good luck with forgetting though.

[professorwolf]

Thanks ever so.

[And Atticus might be surprised. Lyall has no real compunctions against sharing his age. Unlike some, like those prissy vampires.... But he does end on a slightly less sarcastic note, saying before disconnecting:]

I'll see if I can't catch you something, anyway. Good day, Atticus.

[Of course, that's a little bit strange to say, but he's a little confused. Forgive him.]