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Sandalphlon
Legacy Name: Sandalphlon

The Spectrum Sheeta
Owner: Tetchy

Age: 19 years, 7 months, 1 week

Born: August 8th, 2006

Adopted: 13 years, 3 weeks, 2 days ago

Adopted: February 23rd, 2013

Statistics

• Level: 12
   
• Strength: 30
   
• Defense: 30
   
• Speed: 21
   
• Health: 30
   
• HP: 17/30
   
• Intelligence: 55
   
• Books Read: 55
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Competition Organizer

Life.

Sandalphlon, and simply Sandalphlon, works under the name Chandler Lakes. He is a highly published detective novelist. His novels and long-running protagonist James Gore have been adapted into films and TV series, all of which have made him a small fortune.

Despite his success, he is, similar to James Gore, an alcoholic. While the alcoholism in his novels may be glossed over and romanticized, the reality of Sand's affliction is much more gripping.

He lives away from main cities and towns, preferring his large villa and anonymity to any recognition and communication. To help inspire new material, he drives an old convertible to the next nearest populated area. The first would be an old truck stop diner he visits regularly, and the second is the "CCC", or Cold Creek Casino...which he visits even more regularly. Its selection of coktails and other beverages appeals to his nature more than the prospect of a warm meal.

It is here, at the CCC, where his adventure takes place.EXCERPTSandalphlon, a spectrum sheeta, sits at one of the bars in the Cold Creek Casino. It is currently noon.

Sand: sips on gin and tonic using one hand, and scribbles in notebook using the other; surveys people on slot machines

The front doors open, and Kanimir and his newly-hired “assistant”, Denafi, enter the establishment.

Kan: [to Denafi] I’m going to go talk business.

Denafi: ...What should I do?

Kan: [shrugs and leaves]

Sand: Hm. scribbles faster

Denafi watches her employer leave, then looks around the grand building. She stares down at herself, feeling out of place wearing her beaten leather jacket and jeans. She gives the room a quick glance again, but notices the bar this time. She seats herself down and orders a shot of whiskey.

Denafi: Any brand. Don’t care.

Sandalphlon and Denafi sit with one stool in between them.

Sand: appraises the new drinker What, not a Cosmopolitan?

Denafi: pauses, unsure if she was being spoken to. She slowly turns to face Sand

Sand: nods towards the drink being handed to her I wouldn’t call that an afternoon drink.

Denafi: considers his statement It’s not quite after noon. looks around the bar I wouldn’t say I have a refined palette either.

Sand: fishes out the lime in his drink, and sucks on it thoughtfully; looks off into space, but with obvious thought behind his piercing eyes A redhead drinker, eh? And a harsh one at that. writes in notebook Bartender. while writing, shakes his glass, only containing a few ice cubes and a meatless lime slice

Bartender: Extra this time, sir?

Sand: glances up and smiles I have to get my daily fruit somehow.

Denafi: eyes Sand’s notebook curiously What’re you writing?

Sand: Mm...*ponders, and then directs his questions to her* Snarky or honest? Words or content? flicks his pen towards her Drinker, redhead, inquisitive. Perfect. writes

Denafi: raises an eyebrow, angles her head and smiles a bit, incredulous Honest. Both. And are you really adding me into...this? gestures around the notebook; her whiskey finally arrives and she shoots it down

Sand: It seems you are perceptive enough to not need me. And it is as it appears. That’s what people always forget. taps notebook These are my notes, and now you are in them. smiles I don’t normally ask permission...*accepts drink from bartender, a gin and tonic with 3 lime slices* Infamy through a book. Do you mind that, Miss...? while looking at her, stabs a lime slice with a plastic toothpick

Denafi: I don’t mind at all. I suppose I should be flattered to be included in your life sketches. My name’s Denafi. looks at her empty glass, and is about to order when --

Sand: sees her empty glass and gestures to bartender; chews on lime slice, sucking on it How am I supposed to come up with something more original than that? suddenly looks surprised, eyebrows raised and eyes somewhat wide Should we shake hands?

Denafi: laughs a little, amused, and offers her hand I don’t know if we should or not, but we can, Mr...?

Sand: At this point, puts lime back in glass, and reaches out hand after rubbing it with a napkin truth wavers. My name, or who I am to people?

Denafi: Whichever you prefer me to know you as. * shakes his and then drinks another shot*Sand: after shaking hand, wipes it off on napkin again I’ll let you decide. Am I Sandaphlon the watchful, or the ever-prurient Chandler Lakes? tips glass towards her and then sips

Denafi: cocks her head, squints as if studying him, but is still smiling Hm. It might take me some time before I can determine that. I do like the idea of calling you Sandy, though.

Sand: shocked Sandy is a girl’s name.

Denafi: There probably is a girl out there named Sandy. Maybe several.

Sand: Well, Miss Denafi, it shall be your sobriquet for me. writes a short note But it will take...time to get used to it. How will that bode? somewhat eagerly looks at Denafi

Denafi: It will bode well, Sandy.

Sand: chews on lime, thoughtful Miss Denafi, you seem to know something I don’t. smiles, glances at stairwell, and smile vanishes When--how--will I be seeing your sublimity again? swallows rest of drink

Denafi: That I don’t know. looks around the casino again Unless you’re a regular here. My job will bring me around here often.

Sand: Then a meeting will occur inevitably. begins to get off stool Unless you want to go for some bitter coffee in a stranger’s convertible? I don’t know how well you hold motions towards her empty drink And girls like that sort of thing.

Denafi: holds her smile, but rolls her eyes a bit Maybe they do. As enticing as your offer is, I do have to stay here. That work I mentioned...

Sand: looks towards stairs again, then mutters something

Three people approach the two drinkers.

Shaelo: Sandalphlon. Shaelo speaks his name curtly, and nods her head towards him You know I dislike you speaking with my guests. Drink my drink, but not their time, nor mine.

Sand: Mz Taimai. he draws out the “z” Always a pleazzure.

Kan: Ah, Ms. Taima, that is actually my new assistant, Denafi.

Denafi: drops her smile and tries to appear more professional He was not bothering me, ma’am. We were having a nice chat, actually.

Shaelo: addressing Kan, but looking at Sandalphlon All the more reason not to speak with her. jarringly switches tones to speak to Denafi And I trust you make a lovely companion,

Denafi. extends a meticulously cared for clawed hand from an elegant sleeve

Denafi: shakes Shaelo’s hand I hope my services will be useful to Mr. Kanimir, and by extension yourself, ma’am.

Sand: glares back, then looks pleased with himself as Denafi speaks up

Shaelo: smiles softly, and nods Invaluable services, as always. If you have any questions, do please contact me. Curiosity may be assuaged for those worthy. glances at Sand and raises an eyebrow

Sand: chomps on lime

Shaelo: Keep in mind your newest assignment. I will see you at the end of the week. nods to

Kanimir

Denafi: I will do my best to ensure Mr. Kanimir does not fail you, ma’am.

Kan: snorts We should be on our way then. Always a pleasure, Ms. Taima. pats Denafi and the shoulder

Denafi: slides off her stool

Shaelo: smiles, turns, and walks away, accompanied by a large Dillema

Denafi: I’ll see you around, Sandy.

Sand: stops munching; bows slightly and smiles Don’t do anything unnatural.

Kan: interjects himself into the conversation No promises there.

Sand: looks Kan up and down Meeting with Mz Taima in private? starts to dig into pockets

Kan: give Sandalphon an odd look It wouldn’t be very smart to conduct business out on the casino floor.

Sand: Verily, but a good point. takes out wallet, puts a 50,000 sP on the counter Your company flattered both me and my alias. looks around, grabs napkin, wipes hands, reaches out one hand to Denafi

Denafi: glances at Sandalphlon’s hand and takes it

Sand: maneuvers his own hand to take her fingers in his, with his hand underneath; bends down, glances up tentatively, and lightly kisses her hand; lets go My hope still stands. grabs his notebook, nods at both of them, and starts walking towards entrance Denafi laughs, then she and Kan leave through a back exit

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