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You’re wearing it, oh wise one.

You have enough to think about in your own room, what with that stack of unread letters and the letter you wished you hadn’t read, the trouble with your infernal machine, the recent additions to your collection of knives, and, of course, the heavy smell of raw meat that hangs in the air, courtesy of the butcher shop next door.

Maybe, just maybe, you should go out and do something. Check in with the Society to see if you can get an extension, or take a walk about town. Fresh air does a body good, or so you’ve heard.

However, you could just as easily do nothing at all, and let the day slip by without you.

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Rising from your troubled slumber you are, as you have always been, Emmanuel Dire.

You are a little under yea high, you’re about as bright as you need to be, and your mild obsession with knives has historically been considered healthy for someone in your line of work.

Your recent unpleasant awakening has left you a bit disoriented, causing you to ponder such questions as “Where am I?, “What time is it?”, and “Where is my favourite waistcoat?”

The answers to those questions in order are:

You are in your room on the top floor of Dire and Son’s Used Weaponry.

It’s a week before you lose everything.

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As the stranger departs the figure in the booth falls into thought. The young man had seemed troubled. That wasn’t unusual. He didn’t want to admit it, but the booth shade knew that most travellers to Travesty were troubled. It came with the territory. But there had been a distinct oddness to their encounter that gave the shade pause. Maybe it was something in the air.

The shade reached out of the opening and let the wind wisp him. He knew that the city had moved on in his absence, but now he felt, for the first time in years, a desire to visit it again. To walk its streets once more, and feel welcome in his once and forever home. The shade retreated back into the booth. He was growing fanciful in his old age, such thoughts could only hurt him.

The booth shade didn’t believe in omens. To him, fate was as changeable as the wind, and nothing was certain. But even so, he felt uneasy. What business did the stranger have with Travesty? Why did he come without luggage or companions in the dead of night?

The shade let out a hollow chuckle. He was once again being foolish. There was nothing that could happen to Travesty that would not be undone in the fullness of time. The troubles of today could seem as dire as death, but in twenty, in thirty, in fifty years, they would be nothing but a memory..

So as the shade settled in to wait for the next traveller to pass by, the memory of the stranger faded from him. Worrying was a young person’s game, and after all these years he had earned his right to rest in the pale moonlight. And really, he reasoned,.

What Was The Worst That Could Happen?

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Slow down a minute stranger. Did you forget about the toll?

The stranger pauses, turning to the voice from the booth.
Walking back he begins to fish around in his pockets before the voice begins again.

Oh, did I say there was a toll? My mistake. An old habit.

The stranger frowns. He waits a second, then turns to go, before the voice rings out once more.

But I can’t let you go without a proper welcome.

Ahem.

May I ask why you’ve decided to visit our fair city?

The stranger freezes, stifling a cough as his breath catches in his throat. For a moment it seems like he might turn back the way he came, as he turns to look at the path he has traveled. But as the shadowy figure in the booth begins to lazily tap their fingers against the counter in a silent rhythm, the stranger starts to breathe again. His composure returning, he says in a halting tone.

Business. I’m here on business. A business trip.

Ahh, business. I could have figured. Everything comes down to business, doesn’t it?

The stranger adjusts his suit, straightening the cuffs and fiddling with its buttons. Now that there is no question of a toll he seems to have tuned out the figure in the booth entirely, a fact that does not go unnoticed.

Well look at me, prattling on like an old fool. I won’t hold you up any longer.

Enjoy your stay in Travesty, I hope you find it to your liking.

Taking his cue to leave, the stranger races down the path, leaving behind the booth and escaping the steady gaze of the figure within.

Introductions

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Hello. I go by the username Reconstitute in some online spaces, and so I have decided to also apply that name to this website. So yeah, that’s me. This is going to be where I post various things that I think are interesting enough to be here. Not much more to say at this point. One of the first proper posts will probably be a reflection on Baja Blast I wrote a while back. It’s more interesting than it sounds, trust me. Anyways, here is a gif to end things off.