Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150926020031/@comment-11163511-20150927155309

Bane had rather came in very late, having spent the previous night tweaking one of his tune boxes and resulted in him waking up late. It was disrepectful of him to have arrived with such a delay, if only the dead truly mattered to him. After all, his life was already littered with so many of them that this furneral has become rather insignificant, espceially when he didn't have any direct connection to this person or what happened anyway. He tried slipping into the crowd, muttering words among the lines of "Excuse me, furneal service, coming through" as to approach Analog to ask once more where the instrument he was instructed to play was left.

"Sorry for yer loss, etc, etc. Um, since I'm here for the music services and that I was told to use missy Ticktania's fiddle, mind if I ask where it is? I'm running behind schedule, me bad. Just tell meh and I'll scoot outta here." Bane unsensibly asked the girl in mouring, just to get things done.

((As it's very late at night where I am, I'll add more insight to his behaviour later))