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[hythlodaeus]

[After waking up in a bed three times too small and experiencing an absolutely baffling exchange, Hythlodaeus finds himself in the company of a Tropius that manages to be taller than he is. Which is quite the feat at eight feet tall. He looks through his things and finds what is clearly a communicator. A face, obscured by a white mask and black hood comes onto the feed. His voice is alien to himself as he speaks; a rich mid-alto spoken slowly.]

Good... evening, everyone. [He both hopes that there is and is not an "everyone".] This is an effort, I suppose, to see if I am alone in this... simulation. Which, by the by, seems to have been given little oversight by my measure. Though on further examination, I doubt that an authentic experience was the goal.

[He's rambling, but he doesn't seem self-conscious about this.]

Well... There's only one direction to go, so I may as well start walking, hm?

[He shakes his head a little.]

Oh, my apologies. The oddity of this situation seems to have robbed me of my manners. My name is Hythlodaeus.

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[amaure]

[Hythlodaeus he is going to strangle you when you get here, he swears to Zodiark!]

Neither! [He nearly squawks, his hands gesture with exasperation, so too does his expression follow.] As I explained I have since adjusted, that 'tis all I need! I am nary avoiding alcohol nor stairs!

Enough of this foolishness, make for Cherrygrove, find Estinien, and get yourself to Goldenrod! If you've aught else to ask me, do so quickly, for you try my patience!

[He says, as if he'd truly hang up on Hythlodaeus. Or, even if he did, he would likely answer if the other called him back...maybe even call him back himself.]

[hythlodaeus]

[Hythlodaeus laughs, full and unbridled at this.]

Of course. I've a hundred questions, but only one that nags me at this moment... How tall are you? In comparison to say... The average doorway in this place.

[amaure]

[His mourning and longing both must have painted Hythlodaeus in the most rosey tint there is, because he seems to have forgotten how irritating the man can be. Well, he didn't truly forget, but remembering, and being faced with it were two different beasts altogether.

The question, however, gives him pause. Right, Hythlodaeus should be close to twenty fulms in height, and he...decidedly is not. For a moment, he glances around his apartment, imagining a full-height Hythlodaeus trying to fit inside...before his gaze goes back to his friend.]

I am six fulms, four ilms. [He answers a little flatly.] As such, I fit in doorways fairly easily. What of you?

[hythlodaeus]

[He blows air out of his nose as he laughs.]

I'm not properly sure how tall I am, but I am the tallest person I have seen thus far... And I would fit in a doorway with a bit of trouble... but only if I also didn't have a head.

[amaure]

[Well, that's not nearly the height he had thought he might be, but that will still be...a problem. Hm.]

By my reckoning...that would put you nearly eight fulms high. By Zodiark, that will be troublesome.

[Hythlodaeus has always been a spindly sort, but eight fulms is eight fulms...perhaps he must needs look into getting a bigger place sooner than later...]

[hythlodaeus]

It already has been troublesome. I woke in a bed designed for a child with such an ache in my neck... And then I was hurried out of the building before I could properly stretch! I nearly took my own head off trying to go downstairs!

[He huffs. But he still finds it a bit funny, too...]

But why do you think it will be troublesome?

[amaure]

I have nary seen a single person nearing such height. I tower over most, and as such...there is scant accommodations for one of your lofty size.

[He looks back at his apartment again, grabbing the 'gear to show him the small, but quaint abode.]

I fear you may be cramped in my current dwellings.

[hythlodaeus]

Just do away with the furniture.

[As if was so simple...]

[amaure]

[That gets a stare.]













No.

[hythlodaeus]

Hmm... Are you sure? That style of bedding is bad for you, you know.

[A pause]

Sit up straight. Can you sit up straight?

[amaure]

[If his look could get any flatter...]

Call me once you have either reached Cherrygrove or Estinien. Well do I know he won't.

[Which is unfair and not really true, considering Estinien's done well to check in with him like he's asked, but he's feeling pretty fucking testy right now. So testy that he's...hanging up.]