<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Name: </strong> Clay Mephlas<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Back Room of the Underworld Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Midday (ish)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> All<br/><br/>That song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kesfyzSl7ZU), always that damn song playing in his head or any nearby electronic device when he woke up. Ever since that...<em>thing</em> had merged with him, he'd woken up to it, and today was no exception. He was pretty sure he'd gotten himself piss drunk and blacked out at some point, especially with so many bottles littering everything around the room. It was something he'd certainly tried before in hopes of waking up just once without that damned jingle. Thankfully, it always faded out rather quickly when it was just in his head. <br/><br/>Groaning, he coughed and some sand fell from his mouth, which made him wretch slightly and frantically wipe at his tongue with his fingers. Another fun little quirk he'd been stuck with. Of course, that one only happened when <em>it</em> tried to, or did, manifest entirely. Given how much he'd drank, he didn't remember jack shit about what he'd done the night before, where he was, who all these people sat around this table were...although there were trace memories popping up. Something about Guardians, and nightmares roaming freely, little souls needing protecting...god, it was almost as bad as that damned music. Another few hacks from his dry mouth, and he then noticed he wasn't the only awake. <br/><br/>"Who the hell are you? Who the hell are these people?" he asked, almost rhetorically, as he didn't really give a shit - but his curiosity tended to get the better of him regardless. Besides, she seemed entranced by something she was looking at anyways. Shifting in the chair he'd woken up in, he stretched out, feeling sore all over. <em>Note to self - next time you drink yourself stupid, make sure you have somewhere better to pass out in or on than a crappy ass chair like this.</em></span></span>