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realmofstories2020-10-12 06:29 pm
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[OPEN] Reclusive Tendencies
Characters: Scrooge McDuck (2017) [Odin]
Campaign: Break
Format: Prose to start but will match
Open
Summary: Having lost his family a third time due to his great-nephews returning to their home, Scrooge slips back into old reclusive tendencies.
It had been weeks since Scrooge had spent much time outside his cottage, venturing only to Magica's tower for magic lessons, the market for food and supplies, or the library to take notes on various subjects. His beak was buried in books as much as possible to avoiding talking with other people, allowing Odin's insatiable hunger for knowledge to drown out the loss of his family a third time.
Honestly, one would think he would've learned by now.
At the moment, he was seated at his desk in his cottage, pen scratching away at paper as he took notes from yet another book. Thought and Memory were perched on the railing closing off this particular loft area. His two wolves -- Peace and Quiet -- laid on the floor of the main reading/living area.
He wished for the pressures and distractions running a multi-trillion-dollar corporation. It had done wonders to distract him during those ten years following the loss of his niece. This was ultimately just busy work, and if he didn't focus too much on what he was writing, his mind would wander to those six glorious months before the world came crashing down around his ears.
Campaign: Break
Format: Prose to start but will match
Open
Summary: Having lost his family a third time due to his great-nephews returning to their home, Scrooge slips back into old reclusive tendencies.
It had been weeks since Scrooge had spent much time outside his cottage, venturing only to Magica's tower for magic lessons, the market for food and supplies, or the library to take notes on various subjects. His beak was buried in books as much as possible to avoiding talking with other people, allowing Odin's insatiable hunger for knowledge to drown out the loss of his family a third time.
Honestly, one would think he would've learned by now.
At the moment, he was seated at his desk in his cottage, pen scratching away at paper as he took notes from yet another book. Thought and Memory were perched on the railing closing off this particular loft area. His two wolves -- Peace and Quiet -- laid on the floor of the main reading/living area.
He wished for the pressures and distractions running a multi-trillion-dollar corporation. It had done wonders to distract him during those ten years following the loss of his niece. This was ultimately just busy work, and if he didn't focus too much on what he was writing, his mind would wander to those six glorious months before the world came crashing down around his ears.
Sorry for the delay. Wombo combo of gmail being a jerk and mold taking over my life.
it's okay! I've had some issues myself