folklorist | ϡ - Chapter One; we all fall...in [voice]

[ There’s a very loud thud as something crashes to the ground from the sky. The journal turns on from the subsequent actions of the fallen object nearby. Most likely a body, actually it is, and a cough erupts through the preceding silence. So if you're out wandering about in the woods to the left of the village you'll find a blonde haired man walking around very confused albeit chipper and amused. ]

Haha! That wasn’t the entrance I was expecting! Marvelous how snow can break a fall though! I think if it were anything else I might not have been as fortunate. Must thank Mother Nature when I get back! She always does such a wonderful job with the seasons. But, oh my, th-this place is certainly rural. I-I don’t think this is Romania, ah, no, probably not. At least not any part I'm familiar with. The mountains perhaps? I've always wanted to visit those; they're always so magnificent this time of year. [ There's rustling as if the man whom the voice belongs to is looking around. He still hasn't noticed the journal so he continues on. ]

Hmm. Hello?! Anyone out there? Ah, well as long as there aren't any Yetis here think I'll be quite all right, or those pesky pixies. They always were a fussy bunch. Something seems…a bit different though and I’ve lost my clothes too. I rather liked that outfit, a bit too cold to go without a shirt though. [ Some more silence...wait for, wait for it...bingo! Clothes have been spotted. ]

Ah hah!

[ There’s another pause for a few moments with only ruffling and shifting of fabric against skin and against one another. Fortunately our headmaster's clothes were neatly placed beside him in the snow, how nice! ]

That’s better at least I won't get frost-! What...are those. Wings?! How…how absolutely fantastic! I’ve always wanted to know what it felt like to have them! This place is getting better by the moment! I simply have to investigate now! I think I'll be needing a pair of scissors actually, there aren't any holes in the back of my shirt...

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You talk too much.

Oh! W-well terribly sorry. You see I don't normally babble, well only when I get excited, but ahaha I didn't know others were listening! There's no one around and this device is quite strange, really.

It is. You'll get used to it.

Well I do hope so! If it's a means of communications and all. It'd be a bit of problem...er, oh where are my manners! I'm Helios Sprensonne! A pleasure to meet you.

Name's Smoker.

If I show you the guide they've put together for this place, would you actually bother reading it?

A very interesting name.

Oh! Yes that would be wonderful! I am a big fan of reading after all, haha.

I'd call it to the point, if nothing else. Yours is among the more unusual I've heard.

[<< well you have links to the guide thing just above, so the lazy mun is just saying that he's showing you, yes?] Good. Read away.

Ah? Is it really? Perhaps names are sometimes basis of what kind of person someone it, hm?

[ Lol that's cool with me~ He's silent as he reads said guides. ]

This place is quite fascinating...

[Snort.] Sometimes.

Fascinating is one term for it. More of a prison than anything else.

Yes that seems to be the general word consensus I'm getting from the few I've talked to. With good reason too.

The worst kind of prison is one that gives the illusion of freedom.

It's not very nice...making people feel that way. These Malnosso need a lesson or two in how to treat their guests!

Just a matter of time until someone teaches them.

Yes! Teaching them would be an excellent idea! [ Even though his version of teaching is...nothing violent whatsoever, derp. ]

I'd rather talk it over, really. Perhaps they just need some redirection?