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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Keia" data-source="post: 1138910" data-attributes="member: 98">The dance of the pastel mermaid glided across the sky, and Cassius watched with rapt attention, laying on the beach on this tropical plane.  ‘I hope she floats back down here soon - I’m starting to feel awfully chilly . . . wait . . . it’s warm here – look at the others on the beach sweating . . . but why am I cold, then?’ Cassius thought.  Cassius looked across at his feet and wiggled his toes in the sands. ‘*OW*, what bit my toe? . . .’, Cassius thought as he lifted his now fading toe from the sand and brought it closer to his face to examine.  It looked like it was bleeding . . .   Cassius awoke on the cold alley of Sigil, sparsely covered with discarded trash.  His toe was still in pain, the rat that bit scampering away from its now-moving lunch.  He looked on as the bleeding stopped and the wound sealed.  Satisfied, Cassius stood up and reviewed his surrounding – what he could make of them, considering his bleary eyes and unsteady stance.  I’m in Sigil . . . still, he thought.  Though . . . where are most of my clothes . . . and my money!“That must have been some party last night . . .” Cassius said aloud, his deep voice belying his size.  He stood five foot nine and almost 170 pounds. His long black hair was tied in a fashionable tail and his violet eyes sparkled when he smiled.  He padded down what remained of his clothes (a dirty white tank top shirt and pair of what could only be considered grey cargo shorts) and discovered an envelope that hadn’t been there before.Reading the message, Cassius pocketed the key . . . Metatron, hmmm he thought.  I hope I’m not too late for the meeting – if this was even meant for me.  Crap, I can’t even remember if I stole this from someone else.  I had to have had a great time last night!  Sweeet!Cassius made his way toward the Hall of Records, getting wet but hopefully removing some of the stench he currently emitted, when he noticed the open window four stories up on a nearby building. That’s terrible, someone’s valuable stuff could get ruined by the rain, he thought, then furtively looked around, seeing no one watching.  With surprising speed Cassius ran at the building – and right up the wall and into the window.I’m sure who’s ever home this is wouldn’t mind supplying me with some clothes in exchange for me closing their window for them, he thought as he rummaged through the owner’s clothes.  Hmmm, I wonder how this fabric would feel against my body . . . Minutes later, a cleaned and better dressed Cassius emerged from the building, glancing up at the now closed upper window. Now let’s see what this Metatron has for me . . .</blockquote>

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