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Old February 5th, 2023, 12:43 AM
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Raphael Acker (Ice Hound) - he/him - Rigor's Personal Museum

Mist hissed through the teeth in Raphael's mask as he shut the door to Rigor's museum behind him.

Walking around the Tower in his hero garb was uncomfortable, but he was more willing to be safe rather than sorry, and in any case taking a detour to this smaller space of the Tower always offered a chance to pull the mask off and breathe a bit easier. It rubbed at his jaw a bit, something he'd have to take up with R&D or costume design to get fixed. No one came here often, at least not when he typically was around, so with a breath of relief he pressed the buttons on the sides of the mask and slid it off. Sweet, fresh air.

Raph rounded a corner, spotted a brand-new exhibit, realized it WASN'T an exhibit at ALL, and immediately jerked back to fumble with the mask. His elbow knocked against the wall and he nearly sent an item crashing to the floor; a squeak escaped him as the thing teetered on the edge of its platform and stopped. Thank GOD.

A slow peek around the corner again as he refixed his mask, because there was no way whoever that was hadn't heard him. "Uh. Hello?"
Covey had just about decided to go down and get breakfast when a small commotion suddenly echoed through the otherwise silent room. He jumped, wings flaring out slightly with alarm as a he spun around to locate the source of the noise.

There, peeking around the corner, was a ludicrously tall person - easily a foot taller than Covey and with a few inches to spare. He found himself thankful that he had kept the shawl of his hood pulled up over the lower half of his face, hiding the fact that his jaw had dropped. It was only when the other person spoke that he came to his senses and composed himself some.

“Hello,” Covey returned the greeting. His feathers began to smooth themselves from their ruffled state as he began puzzling what exactly this guy did to make such a noise. “Did you knock something over?” Oh, did that sound accusatory or something? Crap. “I wouldn’t tell if you did,” he quickly backpedaled, “but, uh. Yeah. Sick mask by the way.” Geez, running into someone up here had really scattered his thoughts - to be fair though, it was a pretty cool mask.
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