"Yeah, it's a nice place. Trees and a beach. Some old ruin by the start of town.
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What? The post office? Of course it has a post office.
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Yeah, I'll write every day. But why can't you just get your own phone?
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Yeah, yeah I know. Hey did you hear? The place is so quiet the townspeople make up their own fun!
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Yeah! Not kidding! Like, they say when you're on the Sentinel at night everything turns to day! And the school is haunted! Haha, can you believe it! And they say weird things happen on horse race days! Oh and get this! The fire station? Right? They say the klaxon goes off every time lightening strikes the sand bar out by the first beach! Like that'd ever happen. And the Rocks is supposed to look like trees made of sto - huh?
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I'm not making fun! I'm just sharing the folklore. Geez.
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Yeah. I hate how my parents moved too. But I'll come back home and get you as soon as. Okay? Love you. Bye.
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Bye."
You live in an idyllic town in a no-magic setting - initially. Your goals? None! Free world! But not much exists outside of town. Explore the mysteries or live normally! Ages around the twenties?
Folklores: (required for later phases of the RP)
1- The Ghost Of The School
2- The Sentinel's Glow
3- The Rocks' Stone Trees
4- The Lightening Siren
5- The Gems On The Sand Bar
6- At The End Of The Beach
7- The Watchful Statue
Name: Aaron Blade
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Species: nine tailed fox
Job: still looking
Lives: in a home on the straight, opposite the corner store.
Immediate family: None.
Favourite folklore: The Ghost Of The School.
Aaron sat with his feet in the water under the shade of The Rocks. He sighed. The clouds flew by overhead. He missed his old town. Now he was stuck here, living with the old bear of a master he had been stuck with since his folks left this world for good.
Not a game store in sight...internet stores would take months to post here. He sighed and got out his phone to shop. There wasn't even a cafe here...so small...the town was so small...it was stifling.
He found himself looking up the town on Google. Apparently it had seven mysteries - not cliche at all. He frowned and perused them. Then game shopping, he promised himself, and after that he'd strip off and explore the ocean awhile.
He tapped distractedly away. Why did he feel like he was being observed?
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