Crash Into Me

Erik has been many places in his lifetime, but none quite like this. He's not even sure what continent this place is on, much less anything else about it. The man who had talked to him upon his arrival had not been particularly helpful. Which is something he's more or less used to, at this point. The people he has encountered during the course of his life have not been particularly helpful most of the time, and he has had to learn to fend for himself.

So fending for himself, now, is a thing that he is well-prepared to do. One thing he had picked up in his brief encounter with the man was that this place has a market district, and from his travels, he knows how useful markets are. They're not just the place to make purchases. They're also the place to pick up on any habits and customs of the local population. If he's going to be here for awhile, he should learn what he can about the place, and see what materials he can find for making a mask.

[ooc: If your character is coming across him before he has a mask, this is what he looks like without one. The deformity covers half of his face. He is dressed in [Victorian-era] formal wear, minus the jacket.]

A mean, green mother from where now?

This pollen is...well, it reminds him a bit of being in Persia, when the wind would come up and sand would get everywhere, but at least the sand didn't give him the sniffles. He might have a mask on, but it's covering the wrong parts of his face to keep the pollen out.

As reclusive as he is, he does still have a need to go outside from time to time, where out of habit, he avoids people as much as he can. It's just easier that way.

One place where he can't avoid people, though, is in the market district. Which is where someone just might overhear him telling one of the vendors, "I once killed two men, and almost a third. Everyone in that opera house was afraid of me for months."

Maybe it's time for him to go home, where at least if he says these things, there's no one to hear him.

Wildcard

He has never been particularly good at dealing with fear and uncertainty, and even though being in a new place would not normally bring out fear in him, usually when he's in a new place, he went there with a purpose and after choosing to do so. Not knowing precisely where he is or why has brought that creeping back in again. Not having anyone to rage at over this (although he's recently had plenty of proof that such behavior never works anyway), he has to find another way to spend that energy.

His fingers itch to play something, but bereft of not only a piano and a organ but also a violin as well, that is one desire that he will have to find a way around. So instead of making music with his hands, he's singing, and he doesn't care where he is or who hears him doing it.

Wildcard 2.0

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