[ Madame Dee's was rather popular in Springstar. Something that Raphael had quickly learned, when he'd idled by, to figure out what the draw was, and when it became painfully obvious, he almost laughed at the irony of a brothel being so popular right here in the heart of Springstar. It was almost funny, and not just because Raphael had oft-attended a room at the Sharess' Caress in Wyrm's Crossing, for the desperate so often would rather be seen leaving a brothel than dealing with a devil in his lair.

The second amusement was the card that was slipped into his hand by the proprietor, who gave him a smile and a wink, and promised him that it would be more fun than what he'd been through recently, and though Raphael felt no ill will... he had to agree.

However finding some of them (the NPCs in particular) was proving to be difficult, given how much they had learned about him during the oracle. He had very unwittingly given away his true form for all of them to see, and though Raphael felt no shame in this, it made things... trickier. Though shard-bearers seemed to be less... aware of things, or at least some, and though all the locals witnessed it, Raphael's "grand" reveal was not posted to headlines or even second pages. The new Meridian was posted to the inside, buried under plenty of other articles, or not at all.

His eyes rise from where he rest — perhaps a local bar? The last dance? Even the park, where the devil man sat in the sun, enjoying the warmth of it, enjoying the scent of (yes those) flowers in the air — and soft, brown eyes meet that of another bearer. ]

You know... [ He said, airily. ] I think that we may be matched.

[ His fingers touch his little bingo card with a self-assured smile. ] Perhaps I could borrow a moment of your time?

[ Funnily enough, there's so much whimsy in this land that Raphael is having a difficult time with taking all of it seriously. The oracles had been quite the event, yes, but the Savant was... well. Used to the threat of at least one world being destroyed, after all, Toril dealt with that every day didn't they? Then there was all of the fun of the different creatures and beings here...

It's safe to say, that Raphael is enjoying himself. Which is why he's in a shop, twisting this way and that, as he tries to find something to match his gift. After all, one can't accept a gift and not show it off, right? He has one shirt on, though he's holding another up, as if trying to decide, and if approached from behind, he'll tip his head with a smile, and ask — ]

What do you think? The cream... or the blue?

[ He holds up two vests, clearly trying to decide which would work better with the pants. He also hasn't clearly picked his boots yet, so there is hope to derail this fashion debacle, surely. ]

[ Once he heard about the goat, he could not help but take a trip to Highstorm to watch what happened. Sure, the locals seemed to look at him with some measure of derision, but... Well. That was not quite new, was it? Raphael had ended up at a café across the way from the square where the large, straw goat was. Before him was... no food, but he'd procured a glass of wine from the staff. It was bitterly cold, of course, but the denizens of Highstorm were either used to such things or supernatural. The porch seating was still open, because some people didn't mind the cold, and Raphael was one of them. Dressed in his usual doublet, he looked to be dressed for a concert hall, or perhaps even a court. Not... the chill balcony of a café where the wind picked up every now and then.

However, once some of the local denizens realized that he was Meridian, the questions started. 'What if there is nothing to go home to?' one asked, to which Raphael can be heard replying: ]

Why, if it is, I suppose I will have to change my mind, won't I? [ It's said with a laugh, and the good grace of a man who was clearly not so serious about his devotion to Meridian. After all, his motivation was sunk cost, not anything to do with the goodness of his heart. Who could expect that from a devil? The questions continued however, and the longer it went, the more annoyed the man sounded. ]

Now, now. Can a man not enjoy the promise of destruction in peace? [ He finally asked, one of the vampires at a close table narrowed her eyes at him. ] I can assure you, I am stubborn enough to not be convinced.

[ But they just. Kept. Coming. Raphael was stubbornly determined to enjoy it regardless, but... ]

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