#isnit

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Okay, a little bit of shameless advertising here, but hey.  I've got a lot of roleplay followers and you might be interested in this site.  It's well established, kind of like pokemon and pern and steampunk had a baby that was almost completely open-world.

And, the kicker, you can join with any humanoid you can think of, from third grade teachers to a half-tenuki, naga-person.  Haven't seen that one yet, but your creativity is limitless and I'd love to see some fresh meat...life blood on the site.

 I cannot be felt, seen or touched, Yet I can be found in everybody, My existence is always in debate, Yet I have my own style of music. What am I?"

And my character, Nate's, answer:

Tentatively, but still confident, he stood, stumbling over to the Warclaw and the woman in the rainbow dress, looking between them, unsure of who to address. He dug the sand dollar out of his pocket, holding it up between finger and thumb. "My answer is the Past. The past, because while remainders of it can be seen an' felt and touched, like this sand dollar, the past itself can not. It has been debated whether the past exists, 'tween scientists an' religious leaders. We all 'ave a past, every being, and the past, and all individuals' pasts, have their own form o' music. The past sings to some people, ta paleontologists an' scientists, and to other people as well. Their memories are the music of th' past, affecting everyone without being felt or seen by any." He said, delivering the words in his usual bumbling haste. Miriam crooned along as he spoke, settling down on his shoulder again. He was determined, focused, but still sweet and honest. He felt this was the answer to the riddle. "The past is untouchable 's well." He finished with a lopsided grin. He tilted his head for a moment, eyeing the talons of the Warclaw before bowing his head a little and backing away.