Watch Yer ARSE!

[Garland Von Clossen]

Garland's face was pressed against a window, looking very glum. "Rain, rain... GET OUT OF HERE!" He shouted, eyes scanning the sky for a moment before pulling his face from the portal to the wet outside. "I can never remember that human rhyme... It's 'Rain, rain... go die?' No, no... The dying part is in the second verse..." Garland raised his hand to his beard, stroking it gently. There wasn't much else to do... He had decided when he woke up that he wanted to go outside and play in the Crimson Forest. Eccentric he may be, but illnesses he did so hate. "What to do, what to do?" Garland asked himself, hands on his hips as he looked down one end of the hall, then the other.

Garland's eyes lit up as he looked down the first direction again. No one. Turning back to the second direction a wide smile grew on his lips. "Ooooh," The old boogie cooed, turning his head quickly, as if someone was sneaking down the corridor. Still no one! "Oh, glorious fate! You have bestowed upon me a sweet chance! Oh, dearest Lady Luck... How I do enjoy these glimpses at pure ecstasy you present me!" Giggling, Garland jumped up and down, taking his coat and shirt off in a flash.

Garland Von Clossen now stood in the middle of the hallway with only a pair of his black slacks on. Despite his slim appearance Garland's torso was nothing but a solid mass of muscle. He did not brag about his physique, but he did like not having flabby skin.Still chortling, he bounced around in a circle in place. With a final jump that landed him in the second direction Garland took off at a dead sprint, a grin plastered to his face. "He~he~he~!" Garland couldn't help but express his delight at his pleasurable run.

"NAELONA NEVER LETS ME RUN AROUND LIKE THIS~!" Garland cheered as he kept moving faster and faster, doors and walls blending together in a blur. He was aware shouting out that it was against the rules was counter productive, especially if said boogie was nearby. What did Garland care? Even if Miss Ezel was nearby she couldn't hope to catch Garland! He held his arms out to the side, pretending he was soaring over a vast sea of carrots... Oh, how he loved carrots... The boogie had closed his eyes for this image, knowing this hallway was one of the longer ones, and he started closer to the end he was fleeing from. Nothing could go wrong!

Mmmm... Carrots...

[Shaehern Azhrarn]

Days were peculiar. Nights even more so. Rain made for a dreary day inside and away from his pet plants. They did so love the rainy days, though. That meant that they'd be in a much better mood when next he had an opportunity to go out. For now, it meant that he was left to muse over amusing amusements... goodness gracious he was bored.

There were a couple details to look into, but work was boring. Maybe he could go off and pester Jasmine, wherever she was. Certainly he wouldn't mind just staring at Hades and admiring the plumage for a little bit. Shaehern imagined a hat made of phoenix feathers. It wouldn't be so bad, right? After all, they got better if you somehow managed to kill them. Of course, that might just mean Hades would be more than mildly ornery with Shae wearing his old feathers. What a tragic dilemma that would be.

Rounding a corner he could swear that he heard the whistle of air moving by a really rapidly moving object. There had been a shout a moment earlier, but Shaehern had tuned it out during his musings over the phoenix feather fedora. Or maybe he'd prefer a fez? Fezzes were rather awesome, but he couldn't figure out where to fit feathers on a fez.

Alliteration aside, he managed to distract himself long enough that he would have no time to react as a half-naked man of impressive physique was about to run him down. Braced for impact Shaehern would just injure himself with the man moving that fast. A good thing he had no time to react, since that also meant that he had almost no time to tense up before the collision.

In a moment he anticipated that he would be a tangle of flesh, limbs and cloth with his unexpected guest from down the hallway. This might have been more ideal if it wasn't going to be so painful.

[Garland Von Clossen]

"Oh... silly rabbit... Get away from my carrots before I..."

The last words Garland was able to say clearly before things got really strange. One of the first occurrences that struck this man as queer was Shaehern. Garland's eyes flew open when he felt his bare, strong chest hit something... feathery? The collision was strong enough to knock Shaehern flat on his back, perhaps a few feet from where he was initially standing and no further damage. Garland, on the other hand, still had plenty of momentum. The boogie turned in the air, being upside down for a moment.

The second odd thing that he noticed was that there were no carrots. Where had they all gone? ...The rabbit was also gone! That fowl beast had snuck into his imagination for the last time! A spark of rage ignited within Garland for a split second before he remember that he was daydreaming. A commonplace in his life. Hell, commonplace hourly. With that notion he relaxed, still upside down. His mind carrots were still safe and sound where he nor anyone lse could ever get them. His mind!

The final thing that cause the old boogie to rethink things was that he was now upside down in the air going a decent speed. Luckily he was fl- oh, no he wasn't He was beginning his dec- Or was it ascent? Garland was upside down, so wouldn't that mean he was falling upwards? Yes, that seemed right. So there he was, flying up to the floor... Wait, no... there was gravity involved here somewhere. If he was moving upwards that would mean that the whole palace WAS FALLING INTO THE SKY!

Garland hit the floor hard, rolling and tumbling with his arms and legs flailing about behind him as he went, going another ten feet before, by pure luck, his feet planted solidly on the ground and the momentum carried him up to his feet. Coming out of his daze from tumbling his mind and body, Garland smiled, feeling victorious that Lady Luck had once aga-- The momentum kept going and he face planted onto the floor.

You can't always best the Mistress of Fate, much like a hand of cards.

Garland likes cards. This thought brought a smile to his face right before he hit the ground.

[Shaehern Azhrarn]

Shaehern felt the full force of being hit with a sack full of potatoes. Or maybe it was carrots? Why was he suddenly considering carrots of all things? Maybe it was yams? Except Shae didn't much care for yams. All of them grew underground and you had to dig for them if you wanted to get at them. Entirely too much work, if you asked him. Yes. Definitely a sign of boredom right there.

He met with the floor. Had they met before? Shaehern was pretty sure he head, but it had been a while since the last time. Hello again, floor, he thought in his mind as he tried to pick himself back up. The wind nearly had been knocked clear out of his lungs by that collision. He was able to manage to lift up his eyes to watch the second half of his random encounter. If he was good, maybe he'd still get experience points for it.

What wonderful gymnastics and the ability to land on his feet after being spun clear around. Clearly this was a man of some ta- never mind. He was falling flat on his face now. Shaehern pushed himself upwards as his mind went through a visual catalog of names, faces and information. He had never met this man in person, but he had a feeling that he should know him. That beard and hair could have been distinctive, but the clothes were of a very good make. That meant that he had money. He was running shirtless down the hall. The man was very well built. Was he crazy? Crazy and with money. Crazy money! That meant he was...

Nope. Lost it. Wait for it as the effeminate man stood up on wobbly legs. That's right! Asmir! Wait, no... that wasn't right. Garland von Clossen! His reputation preceded him... well, it would have if he hadn't run into Shae so damn fast. Even so, Shaehern couldn't quite pull up the effort to hate him.

After all. Quite clearly he had cured Shae of his boredom.

"A miracle worker!" he proclaimed aloud. Slowly Shaehern sauntered to where his presupposed Garland lay face first on the floor. "Allow me to give you a hand. And maybe an extra foot if you need it." Time to help the handsome man back to his feet. Shaehern only hoped that half the things that the rumors said were true.

That, and the other half simply did the man no justice. The half about his crazy antics, that was.

[Garland Von Clossen]

Garland groaned for a moment, before rolling over to see a rather feathery man. "Oh, hello," He offered, seeming to ignore his previous statement. "I do apologize, Mr. Bird." His shining blue eyes held a joy only a child could match and a smile equally innocent. "It was only for fun, you see? I found myself being bored out of my mind beca- Did you say miracle worker?" Garland asked excitedly, grabbing the other boogie's arm, ready or not, and hauled himself up. Spinning in place he dashed to the nearest window, looking out it hopefully like he had before. Face mashed, he remained at his station.

"Rain, rain..." He muttered, eying the clouds through the distorted view of water running down the glass. "...You're stupid and no one likes you. Go home and stay there until we actually need you." Garland frowned seriously at the water before turning on his heel again, picking up where he left off, "-use of this incessant rain. It's enough to drive one to even break on of Miss Ezel's precious rules. Well..." He paused, bobbing his head back and forth, obviously debating how to put his next words. "It is not so much a rule for everyone as it is for me specifically."

He bobbed his head again for a few more seconds before going on, "And it may be true that I did ruin ritual that only happens every hundred years for some family or another, but...!" He stopped, a hand raised, finger pointing to the ceiling as he was about to make his point. "I am Garland Von Clossen. Still so sorry for plowing your through there. I do hope you will find it in your heart to forgive an old man like me?"

[Shaehern Azhrarn]

Mr. Bird? Truly? Perhaps more than just one had flown the coop today. Still, it was enough to make Shaehern glance back where he had collided with his half-naked acquaintance. Or would it be better to consider the man half-dressed? No, he was definitely half-naked and served as a bit of eye candy. Regardless of that detail, glancing backwards Shae became painfully aware that the collision had sent a few of his feathers flying about. It was comical, to say the least. That also meant he would have to make sure his mantle was in order later tonight.

Watching the man with the spirit of a child run to the window and recite a rhyme to wish the weather away was amusing, but Shaehern was certain that the rhyme was wrong. "I think the rhyme is: rain, rain, go away-come again another day-if you don't, I don't care, I'll pull down you-" Shaehern suddenly made a face. "No... that isn't right either." Blasted human rhymes. They all had such similar rhythm and structure and they all inevitably just blended together like that.

Of course, mention of Miss Ezel meant that this encounter could only be speaking of Naelona. The subject matter at hand was hilarious. "She makes those rules for you too? She's such a killjoy... whatever did Joy do to her?" Oh, yes. Shaehern could have some great fun with this man.

Shaehern wasn't entirely certain he recognized the mention of ritual that this man ruined, but his name was something that preceded him. "I thought perhaps you might be Garland. I am Shaehern Azhrarn. Depending on who you ask I'm either a bird, a fruit basket, or a nutcase." And none of them had anything in common so far as Shae was concerned. Except they all really were classically him.

"As for our random encounter, pay it no mind. There is gold and experience to divvy up! No time for bad feelings!"

[Garland Von Clossen]

Garland looked at Shaehern with his same smile, taking both of Shae's hands and turning it around so that in fact Garland was shaking both hands with only one of his. "Well, my boy, it is a fine time to meet a new person! And it is not often to meet a new person. People get old and stay the same. Like me. I'm old! But you? You don't look a day over 200 years! A youthful spirit, eh? I like that about you, Shay-ern!" Garland said finally, his smile only widening. The boogie had no idea he mispronounced the other's name. But it didn't matter none!

"So you think Miss Ezel needs to lighten up as well, eh? I almost got her to do so. Sooooo~oooo close!" Still shaking both of Shaehern's hands ferociously kindly, he reminisced about that day. "Ah... Joseph... It has been far too long. I need to dig him up again! Lucky sock after all!" His full attention returned to the other man, quickly switching his hands out so that his fresh hand would have an equal turn to greeting this man. Tilting his head, Garland squinted at Shaehern.

"...I ran into, did I not?" The boogie thought for a moment, hand stroking his beard as he thought. When he ran into Shaehern his thoughts were contemplating the gravity fields of this world and took no heed to what he hit. Upon getting up Garland had just assumed that this man had seen him run and tumble and break Naelona's rule. His eyes darted left and right. So... she was sending spies out now, was she? That would not do! Garland would find her one of these days and let her know how much he deeply disagreed with spies following him around.

Garland's confused cleared up as all the thoughts snapped into a logical conclusion. "Ah, well, I am sorry once again! I will not say I like Miss Ezel's rules, but there is some merit to them. Like the last time! I ruined this ritual, see? The family of... ah, njot important! But let me tell you, they were angry beyond belief! Turge had to carry me off to they woudl not take my head instead of that humans! Can you believe that?" Garland laugh, wiping away a tear of joy, the other hand keeping the same fast paced greeting going.

[Shaehern Azhrarn]

Not a day over 200, huh? That could have sounded like a compliment, or a jab at the fact that Shaehern still very much looked like a child. He had not really grown into masculine adult features. Shaehern actually anticipated that he never really would, but that was besides the point. He looked young and Garland was spot on in that assessment. Garland may have mispronounced his name a little bit, but it wasn't exactly terribly far off. They'd work on that, or it would become an endearing tick. Little things like that were so enjoyable, after all.

"Thank you, sir. You also are in possession of a youthful spirit for a self-proclaimed old timer!" Very much the truth, and an amusing truth it was. Fierce handshaking from Garland let Shae know precisely how strong his new comrade was. "A shame that you didn't get her to lighten up more. She could use the opportunity to unwind a little more often." True, she found some time to enjoy a couple minor pleasures, but really nothing major. That gave Shaehern just a little bit of an idea. Maybe it would work. Maybe it wouldn't. There was the detail of figuring out exactly what it was that he wanted to do with the idea. Could Garland help? He seemed like the fun sort that might help him flesh out this germ of thought.

The idea of plants growing out of his head was terrifying for only a brief moment. "Wait, lucky sock? I must hear of this." Hopefully Garland would not suspect that Shaehern was after the man's lucky sock. This story simply sounded too fantastic to skip.

"Don't worry about the collision earlier. You ran into me in a most literal sense, but I am a forgiving sort. One of these days I will miss the ground, and then I will know how to fly. That's the trick, you know." Throwing yourself at the ground and missing, he meant.

"I think that we just need to talk more. Too many great tales and endeavors to share. May I call you a friend?" Anything except late to dinner, after all. Finding someone with whom Shaehern could relate to on a sense of fun loving and crazy hijinks was rare.

[Garland Von Clossen]

Garland had begun to speak, but paused, mouth dropping open. So that was the trick... Throwing oneself on the ground and missing... Releasing Shaehern from his greeting, Garland held up a single finger in front of his new friend's face. "One moment, please. I must test this." With that said, Garland darted back the way he had come. His speed was just as fast as when he ran into the other boogie when he let his foot give him a boost into the air, other foot following behind it's sibling, confident that this would have no ill effects. Garland's eyes were focused as he watched the ground come closer and close and...

Garland tumbled like he did before, arms and legs flying this way and that. Instead of going onto this feet, Garland landed with his legs crossed, an elbow on his knee and his chin on the fist of that arm, obviously in deep thought and unscathed by the brutal falling. All of this happened in a matter of seconds, meaning he was no further than fifty feet from Shaehern. As he was already facing Shaehern, he only needed to look up at the other boogie. "Seems that it is trickery than I thought! I will practice upon this and let you know the results!" He shouted, spinning as he stood up, facing away from Shaehern.

Garland began walking away from the other boogie, as if he had forgotten they were in a conversation. But seconds later, Garland began talking over his shoulder, his volume increasing as he got farther and farther from Shaehern. "The sock? Oh my! It was such a day! She ended up losing, I believe! Or I did... I can't quite recall!" At this point Garland was just under the decibel of shouting. "It was a boring day, so I crafted a marvelous creature from a simple stock. Joseph, very fiercesome! None of that other 'fearsome' crap! He was adorable!"

By this point, Garland was shouting at the top of his lungs but still walking calmly forward. "I BAITED HER INTO A BET THAT DAY! IT WAS WONDERFUL! I THINK JOSEPH HAD THAT PLANNED ALL ALONG!" The boogie stopped and turned on his bare heels in a militaristic manner, hands on his hips. "HEY, STAN! ARE YOU COMING OR NOT? PEOPLE WILL THINK THAT I AM AN ODDITY AMONG ODDITIES IF I KEEP HAVING TO SHOUT A CONVERSATION DOWN A HALLWAY WHEN PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO NAP, EAT, OR EVEN A RELAXING AFTERNOON WITHOUT ANY DISRUPTIONS. THIS IS NOT THE COURTEOUS WAY OF DOING THINGS. WHO TAUGHT YOU MANNERS? THAT BIG OAF MOJ?"

Garland folded his arms over his massive chest and tapped his regular sized foot impatiently. "The nerve of some people..." He muttered under his breath.

[Shaehern Azhrarn]

Shaehern simply watched, waited and listened with calm interest in everything Garland did and sought to do. Particularly interesting were the results of his attempt at flying. Wheels were turning in Shaehern's head as he realized how suggestible Garland was. Oh, but that would certainly be too devious. It would be like fooling a child--no one would really be impressed and it wasn't challenging at all. That being said, this individual could still be highly entertaining to be around.

Except Garland wasn't around at all! He was getting further and further away and shouting. Shaehern wondered if Garland was going to be trying something else as the distance between the two increased and Garland's voice raised higher and higher.

Clearly Garland was expecting Shaehern to follow him. Who was Shaehern to disappoint? Shae skipped gaily down the hall to narrow the distance between himself and Garland, not minding at all that the man had been shouting and tapping his foot impatiently at Shaehern.

"Sorry, good sir, my mother taught me manners, but I forgot where I put them. Should you happen to find an extra set laying around somewhere, do let me know." Shaehern paused as he pulled up beside the waiting Gar. "I think maybe I lost it in the same place I put my conscience... or was that my marbles? No... my pet goldfish? Regardless, what is lost is not found, so keep an eye out for it."

Shaehern readied himself to start walking with Garland again.

[Garland Von Clossen]

In a flash, Garland took a step closer to Shaehern, eyes serious and full of millennium knowledge and wisdom. A finger was raised and placed sternly before Shae's face. "...You must always keep an eye on your gold fish. Little know this, but they used to rule Wonderland. It was allllll an ocean. It dried up and we became their masters." As suddenly as it had happened, his eyes readjusted to their fun selves. Garland took this chance to wrap an arm around Shaehern's neck and pull him close to his bare, rippling chest in a headlock.

"Ah, me boy, there are only so many places to lose things!" Laughing, Garland easily drug the man along the way, his clothes visible from this distance in the low light. "Like my clothes. I know where I left them, but it was quite possible they would not be here. So what does that mean?" There was enough pause for Shaehern to start answering before Garland continued. "Correct! Gold fish. They don't want you to know, but they have learned to adapt on land. They sneak out and disrupt our life style while our backs are turned. Remember that well, Sha-nay-nay."

Releasing the man, and possibly causing him to fall to the ground. Would he fly?! Would he miss the ground and learn the art of flight? Garland had forgotten about that already and moved toward his clothes, picking through them as he continued speaking. "And manners are not something important, boy. Needed when you need them, but not ever again. Like death. You only need it once and then you can stop. It's quite magical, actually," The boogie went on, whipping his fine button up shirt from the pile and placing it on his body, leaving it unbuttoned for the time being. The friendly smile he wore turned toward the window, rain still assaulting the sturdy glass and walls of the Palace. Ah... the Palace... When one couldn't find something to do outside one could find the most interesting people inside.

Garland knew this for a fact. This was the four hundred eighty-third time in the last hundred years.

[Shaehern Azhrarn]

Shae was immediately forced to reevaluate everything he had thought about Gar. Clearly this was a man who could not be controlled, so hard as anyone would try. This man would do his own things, and you were either the stupid rock that tried to resist being dragged along by the tidal wave, or you were one of the houses that was just going along for the ride. Shaehern figured that maybe he'd prefer to be a fish, that was only vaguely aware of the powerful push and pull of the waves above him, but it was hard to say how deep the water would have to be before he could resign himself to that point.

Ah, but he was thinking far too much about being a fish, and not heeding Garland's words about goldfish. Shaehern very much doubted that the current goldfish was any threat to him, but perhaps there was an ancient, prehistoric goldfish of unprecedented size and power. A legendary carp, if you will.

But little to no time for that thought as Gar proceeded to drag him along towards the richer man's clothing. Shae wondered if he asked nicely if Gar would help him pick out some outfits sometime. His wardrobe severely was lacking in more masculine attire for the right situations. Then again, there rarely was a situation which a gossamer scarf draped over a flowing gown didn't seem appropriate, fashion-wise. Shaehern waited to be released by the stronger man, and when that moment finally came he had to catch his balance once more on the floor. It was an interesting stumble, but nothing too dangerous.

"You only need to die once." It was the one thing that made surprising clarity in everything that Garland had said. It seemed so very insightful, even if at first glance it was simple. Shaehern tried considering other things that you only had to do once for it to be enough. Strangely, most anything worth doing seemed worth doing at least twice. "I shall keep your wisdom in mind. Manners are only needed when you need them." Shaehern just stared at Garland's clothing. He admired the man's chest shown from the shirt, but made no comments in regards to it.

"What wonderful clothes, though. Are nice clothes one of those things that you always need?" Shaehern almost certainly believed so. "To dress well is to live well." But a well is a horrible place to live.

[Garland Von Clossen]

"Nice clothing, you say?" Garland repeated, a hand searching his chest, as if there was a hidden prize somewhere, "It is a nice thing to have, but you don't need them to live properly. Just a few hundred qjiln should set ya right, boy." Garland then held up a finger with a soft "Ahh!" moment. Bending down, he lifted his jacket and shook it wildly. A deck of cards fell neatly to the floor. Smiling, Garland swiped the cards and stood up again, facing his new friend. "I mean, sure, a nice set of clothes is one thing, but it only gets you so far in life. Like parties. Parties are so fun!" Laughing heartily, he began shuffling the deck, eyes never leaving Shaehern as he looked this boogie over. A queer look for a man... Feathers... Was he a bird...? No, because even he had trouble unlocking the gift of flight. What else had feathers...?

"Ostrich..." Garland muttered to himself, though quite loud enough for Shaehern to hear. Clearly. Blinking, his mind went back on track, as if there was no misplaced naming of animals at all. "You know what else is fun, dear Steven?" He went on, cutting his deck and flipping cards over, eying them as he did so. "Gambling! You much of a gambler? Eh?" The boogie let his hands do their magic as the cards flew from one hand and landed neatly in the other. Select cards would fly under his fingers and come back around to be embedded neatly within the deck, their partners still in the air. The impressive trick ended with Garland lifting up the bottom of the deck, showing it to Shaehern. "I bet you my left shoe that this is the Eight of Spades," Garland finished, a confident smile on his face.

The card shown to Shaehern was most certainly not an Eight, a Spade, or the two combined. The card was an Six of Hearts, though the hearts seemed to have been marred and marked out, a black ink partially covering the corners that denoted the shape of the card. More importantly, Garland was wrong. "Well, Bird Guy, am I right?" The boogie asked, trying to look left and right to see what the card was without moving his arm. The task proved to be too difficult but that did not stop Garland form continuing his attempts.

[Shaehern Azhrarn]

A few hundred qjiln? Shaehern knew the rumors about Gar were that he was rich, but how rich was he? Certainly Shae had spent quite a bit of money on clothes, but never a few hundred qjiln. The peacock dress had been expensive to manage, but Shaehern offset the cost by doing some of his own needlework on that piece. Regardless, this Garland von Clossen was a rich soul in more ways than one.

Shaehern's eyes were locked on the cards as he watched for sleight of hand tricks. Shaehern adored cards and silly little magic tricks to entertain, though he was also a little bit of a gambler himself. He cheated at cards, occasionally. Why rely on Fortuna's graces when you can make your own luck, after all? "I do place a few bets from time to time," he admitted while letting the ostrich comment slip from his consciousness. It seemed horribly out of place and it was simply tossed into the same category that most other crazy ramblings would be sorted. Feathered fezzes, for example.

Shaehern almost felt bad about agreeing to take Garland's shoe if the man was wrong. Especially when he showed him the card. "Don't I normally have to place something to counterbalance the bet if you win?" Not that Garland really worried about winning bets, he was certain. If you were good you might get something in return from losing a bet, after all. "Regardless, it's the Six of Hearts, good friend." Better than pulling out the reference card, at least. It would have been even funnier if it had been a deck of tarot cards instead. Shaehern had toyed with tarot at one point or another. Mostly he just liked the images on the cards.

"You don't have to give me your shoe, you know." It seemed terrible to make someone lose their footwear over a demonstration.

[Garland Von Clossen]

"Hearts?" Garland asked, turning the card towards him. He looked very concerned for a moment, but relief washed over his face. "Oh, dear boy. It's a Smudge. Six of Smudge. But yes, it seems I lost." Shrugging. Garland crouched down to his barefoot and began 'untying' his shoe. The one he didn't have on his foot. The man abhorred such things as 'shoes', unless they had a better purpose than covering one's feet just for the sake of foot protection. Silly idea. The boogie looked up as he spoke to Shaehern, fingers still working on the nonexistent shoe laces. "Can't win them all, I suppose. I don't mind losing at all. It's part of life, Jimmy. Life." Nodding to himself, he turned his attention back onto his foot. "Damn knots... Always getting in the way of things..."

Garland continued to grumble, his fingers also manipulating the strings of his nearby friend. A soft whirring noise came from above. On a small ledge, where a gargoyle lay, a machine came to life. Dole's smooth face turned toward the duo below. The larger claws held onto the stone around itself, stabilizing it's location. The small arms in front came to life, having been holding it's cloak around itself to keep out of view from wandering eyes, not that many would care to look at the architecture. The smaller claws found a firm grip on the ledge. Pushing itself forward, a cable came from it's claws, slowing his decent. The reels screamed as he fell, slowing as he landed next to Shaehern. His face looked directly at the boogie as the claws detached and recoiled within the arms, folding under the long cloak he wore.

"There!" Garland said, just as Dole joined them. Standing, he held a hand out just in time for Dole to extend one of it's larger arms, helping to keep Garland's balance as he hopped up and down to take the 'shoe' off. With quick success, he placed the imaginary item on the blue boogie's head. "There we go... Sadly, I must be off. I am to go..." He waved his hand by the wrist, as if trying to come up with the words for his explanation to his next activity. "...that way," He pointed, the same direction they had journeyed so hard together. With that said, Dole moved to Garland's side, his feet silent against the stone. Smiling, Garland placed a firmly, manly shoulder grip on Shae. "It was of the utmost pleasure, Shaehern Azhrarn. I hope that we will run into each other on purpose again soon, at a predetermined time and place. A way for us to meet, somehow..." With a shrug, Garland spun around, three times, to be exact, kicking up his jacket on the first spin, catching it on the second, and stopping on the third. "May the stars shine down upon you on your quest for happiness and forever more~" Garland said delightfully, before running as fast as he could... backwards. Dole moved silently beside it's master, having trouble to keep up with the extremely unorthodox flee.

And that was the day Garland von Closson met Shaehern Azhrarn. It was also the day Cthulu almost broke into this realm and destroyed everything. But that is a story for another time.