The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Hazel goes out to check on the people, "Hello? Are you ok?' She asks, hood pulled up to hide her face
The armed people instantly point their guns at her. "Step back from the perimeter."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Infernus is on the roof with her Psuedo-Phoenix Caroline, resting against her as thinks things through.
Lysander waves, apporching with books
She waves, raising an eyebrow at the books.
"Brought books for you to burn... Is that your Patron?"
"No, this is Caroline, she's my friend, & only a Psuedo-Phoenix, & The Phoenix isn't my patron, I only give him more knowledge because I wish to repay the kindness, If I were to stop I'd still have my abilities." Caroline watches Lysander.
Lysander waves to Caroline. "Ah, I understand. Well they are a beautiful bird none the less." They add, offering the books to Inferus
Caroline nods at being called beautiful, "Thank you, I suppose you bought these in repayment of me helping you?"
"In the future? Yes. That and I think it is good if a friend gives gifts to their friends."
"Thank you, I'll read through these at some point to see if they're something He would not have." While she talks it seems like her mind is elsewhere.
"You okay? Anything I can do to help?"
"Hm? Oh I'm. . . fine with this, it's another situation on my mind."
"Want to confide in me? Or am I over stepping my reach?"
She thinks for a moment, "The gods aren't what they're put up to be, do you agree?"
Lysander is put off guard by that. "Yes, they aren't... Why do you ask?"
"An experience with Althas, would you know her?*
"No. Sorry... Mind telling me?"
"Long story short, She's an Archangel, & she likes me, & just because of that she can get in trouble from her god, so that thought came to me."
"Mmm... Have you had a lot of exspirence with outer planars?"
"I wouldn't say so."
"What do you know about them?"
"Outer planar, as in any that's past The feywilds & shadowfell correct?"
"Um... Yes. They reside and hail from the outer planes, the afterlife. When someone dies, their soul travels though the fugue plane to an afterlife befitting their beliefs. If they followed a god, they go to the God's afterlife. There, the petitioners work to become one with the land (if they followed no god) or their god. It is the souls of atheists that become demons and devils and archeons and what not. As for the God's souls, most reside inside the god but some become angels... You following?"
She nods.
"Good. So all outer planars have lived their life, but more importantly they have found their path. A devil is lawful evil. An archeon is lawful good. An Angel is a person who serves gods. Can you get that?"
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Lysander waves at them. "Need some directions?"
The first man looked over. "Dear god, there are locals." He stepped forward a bit. "Yes, could you tell me what world our truck has crashed into?"
"The end of the world. And may I have a name?"
"Call me Bright. And please tell me 'the End of the World' is a sarcastic name, I'm not in the mood to deal with a world's end right now, I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."
"Its the spacial end of the world, not the temporal one."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
*Mmm now that's an intro.*
Thaemrys watches this, just on the edge of the tavern safety, but still inside it.
*Thx, had to read up a bit on scp stuff, so it took me longer than it normally would to write that much.*
The armed people have already set up a small camp, setting up metal tables with equipment, some electric fencing around the truck with a diameter of about 20 feet.
Thaemrys thinks a moment before walking up to them, at a fair pace.
The armed people raise their guns up at her. "Step away from the perimeter." The first man seems busy talking with Lysander for right now.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
Infernus is on the roof with her Psuedo-Phoenix Caroline, resting against her as thinks things through.
Lysander waves, apporching with books
She waves, raising an eyebrow at the books.
"Brought books for you to burn... Is that your Patron?"
"No, this is Caroline, she's my friend, & only a Psuedo-Phoenix, & The Phoenix isn't my patron, I only give him more knowledge because I wish to repay the kindness, If I were to stop I'd still have my abilities." Caroline watches Lysander.
Lysander waves to Caroline. "Ah, I understand. Well they are a beautiful bird none the less." They add, offering the books to Inferus
Caroline nods at being called beautiful, "Thank you, I suppose you bought these in repayment of me helping you?"
"In the future? Yes. That and I think it is good if a friend gives gifts to their friends."
"Thank you, I'll read through these at some point to see if they're something He would not have." While she talks it seems like her mind is elsewhere.
"You okay? Anything I can do to help?"
"Hm? Oh I'm. . . fine with this, it's another situation on my mind."
"Want to confide in me? Or am I over stepping my reach?"
She thinks for a moment, "The gods aren't what they're put up to be, do you agree?"
Lysander is put off guard by that. "Yes, they aren't... Why do you ask?"
"An experience with Althas, would you know her?*
"No. Sorry... Mind telling me?"
"Long story short, She's an Archangel, & she likes me, & just because of that she can get in trouble from her god, so that thought came to me."
"Mmm... Have you had a lot of exspirence with outer planars?"
"I wouldn't say so."
"What do you know about them?"
"Outer planar, as in any that's past The feywilds & shadowfell correct?"
"Um... Yes. They reside and hail from the outer planes, the afterlife. When someone dies, their soul travels though the fugue plane to an afterlife befitting their beliefs. If they followed a god, they go to the God's afterlife. There, the petitioners work to become one with the land (if they followed no god) or their god. It is the souls of atheists that become demons and devils and archeons and what not. As for the God's souls, most reside inside the god but some become angels... You following?"
She nods.
"Good. So all outer planars have lived their life, but more importantly they have found their path. A devil is lawful evil. An archeon is lawful good. An Angel is a person who serves gods. Can you get that?"
"Yes."
"Then you understand the location she is in, right?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Lysander waves at them. "Need some directions?"
The first man looked over. "Dear god, there are locals." He stepped forward a bit. "Yes, could you tell me what world our truck has crashed into?"
"The end of the world. And may I have a name?"
"Call me Bright. And please tell me 'the End of the World' is a sarcastic name, I'm not in the mood to deal with a world's end right now, I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."
"Its the spacial end of the world, not the temporal one."
"Ah, I'm guessing you mean this?" He pointed at the void wall.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Lysander waves at them. "Need some directions?"
The first man looked over. "Dear god, there are locals." He stepped forward a bit. "Yes, could you tell me what world our truck has crashed into?"
"The end of the world. And may I have a name?"
"Call me Bright. And please tell me 'the End of the World' is a sarcastic name, I'm not in the mood to deal with a world's end right now, I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."
"Its the spacial end of the world, not the temporal one."
"Ah, I'm guessing you mean this?" He pointed at the void wall.
"Yep. Any other questions?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
*Mmm now that's an intro.*
Thaemrys watches this, just on the edge of the tavern safety, but still inside it.
*Thx, had to read up a bit on scp stuff, so it took me longer than it normally would to write that much.*
The armed people have already set up a small camp, setting up metal tables with equipment, some electric fencing around the truck with a diameter of about 20 feet.
Thaemrys thinks a moment before walking up to them, at a fair pace.
The armed people raise their guns up at her. "Step away from the perimeter." The first man seems busy talking with Lysander for right now.
She takes a step back, but doesn't seem afraid, & she still watches while she does so.
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Hazel goes out to check on the people, "Hello? Are you ok?' She asks, hood pulled up to hide her face
The armed people instantly point their guns at her. "Step back from the perimeter."
She raises her gloved hands, "H-hey, i'm not a threat,"
Infernus is on the roof with her Psuedo-Phoenix Caroline, resting against her as thinks things through.
Lysander waves, apporching with books
She waves, raising an eyebrow at the books.
"Brought books for you to burn... Is that your Patron?"
"No, this is Caroline, she's my friend, & only a Psuedo-Phoenix, & The Phoenix isn't my patron, I only give him more knowledge because I wish to repay the kindness, If I were to stop I'd still have my abilities." Caroline watches Lysander.
Lysander waves to Caroline. "Ah, I understand. Well they are a beautiful bird none the less." They add, offering the books to Inferus
Caroline nods at being called beautiful, "Thank you, I suppose you bought these in repayment of me helping you?"
"In the future? Yes. That and I think it is good if a friend gives gifts to their friends."
"Thank you, I'll read through these at some point to see if they're something He would not have." While she talks it seems like her mind is elsewhere.
"You okay? Anything I can do to help?"
"Hm? Oh I'm. . . fine with this, it's another situation on my mind."
"Want to confide in me? Or am I over stepping my reach?"
She thinks for a moment, "The gods aren't what they're put up to be, do you agree?"
Lysander is put off guard by that. "Yes, they aren't... Why do you ask?"
"An experience with Althas, would you know her?*
"No. Sorry... Mind telling me?"
"Long story short, She's an Archangel, & she likes me, & just because of that she can get in trouble from her god, so that thought came to me."
"Mmm... Have you had a lot of exspirence with outer planars?"
"I wouldn't say so."
"What do you know about them?"
"Outer planar, as in any that's past The feywilds & shadowfell correct?"
"Um... Yes. They reside and hail from the outer planes, the afterlife. When someone dies, their soul travels though the fugue plane to an afterlife befitting their beliefs. If they followed a god, they go to the God's afterlife. There, the petitioners work to become one with the land (if they followed no god) or their god. It is the souls of atheists that become demons and devils and archeons and what not. As for the God's souls, most reside inside the god but some become angels... You following?"
She nods.
"Good. So all outer planars have lived their life, but more importantly they have found their path. A devil is lawful evil. An archeon is lawful good. An Angel is a person who serves gods. Can you get that?"
"Yes."
"Then you understand the location she is in, right?"
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Lysander waves at them. "Need some directions?"
The first man looked over. "Dear god, there are locals." He stepped forward a bit. "Yes, could you tell me what world our truck has crashed into?"
"The end of the world. And may I have a name?"
"Call me Bright. And please tell me 'the End of the World' is a sarcastic name, I'm not in the mood to deal with a world's end right now, I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."
"Its the spacial end of the world, not the temporal one."
"Ah, I'm guessing you mean this?" He pointed at the void wall.
"Yep. Any other questions?"
"Yes, I'd like any information for this world so we don't fall into some sort of Sarlacc pit or something."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Lysander waves at them. "Need some directions?"
The first man looked over. "Dear god, there are locals." He stepped forward a bit. "Yes, could you tell me what world our truck has crashed into?"
"The end of the world. And may I have a name?"
"Call me Bright. And please tell me 'the End of the World' is a sarcastic name, I'm not in the mood to deal with a world's end right now, I haven't even had my morning coffee yet."
"Its the spacial end of the world, not the temporal one."
"Ah, I'm guessing you mean this?" He pointed at the void wall.
"Yep. Any other questions?"
"Yes, I'd like any information for this world so we don't fall into some sort of Sarlacc pit or something."
"Its Entropy. Don't know its location in the flow sadly."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Infernus is on the roof with her Psuedo-Phoenix Caroline, resting against her as thinks things through.
Lysander waves, apporching with books
She waves, raising an eyebrow at the books.
"Brought books for you to burn... Is that your Patron?"
"No, this is Caroline, she's my friend, & only a Psuedo-Phoenix, & The Phoenix isn't my patron, I only give him more knowledge because I wish to repay the kindness, If I were to stop I'd still have my abilities." Caroline watches Lysander.
Lysander waves to Caroline. "Ah, I understand. Well they are a beautiful bird none the less." They add, offering the books to Inferus
Caroline nods at being called beautiful, "Thank you, I suppose you bought these in repayment of me helping you?"
"In the future? Yes. That and I think it is good if a friend gives gifts to their friends."
"Thank you, I'll read through these at some point to see if they're something He would not have." While she talks it seems like her mind is elsewhere.
"You okay? Anything I can do to help?"
"Hm? Oh I'm. . . fine with this, it's another situation on my mind."
"Want to confide in me? Or am I over stepping my reach?"
She thinks for a moment, "The gods aren't what they're put up to be, do you agree?"
Lysander is put off guard by that. "Yes, they aren't... Why do you ask?"
"An experience with Althas, would you know her?*
"No. Sorry... Mind telling me?"
"Long story short, She's an Archangel, & she likes me, & just because of that she can get in trouble from her god, so that thought came to me."
"Mmm... Have you had a lot of exspirence with outer planars?"
"I wouldn't say so."
"What do you know about them?"
"Outer planar, as in any that's past The feywilds & shadowfell correct?"
"Um... Yes. They reside and hail from the outer planes, the afterlife. When someone dies, their soul travels though the fugue plane to an afterlife befitting their beliefs. If they followed a god, they go to the God's afterlife. There, the petitioners work to become one with the land (if they followed no god) or their god. It is the souls of atheists that become demons and devils and archeons and what not. As for the God's souls, most reside inside the god but some become angels... You following?"
She nods.
"Good. So all outer planars have lived their life, but more importantly they have found their path. A devil is lawful evil. An archeon is lawful good. An Angel is a person who serves gods. Can you get that?"
"Yes."
"Then you understand the location she is in, right?"
"I understand." She shifts to get up.
"Okay. So what do you plan to do? We could take it up with the celestial courts if you want. I am sure that her god accepts love as good."
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
*Mmm now that's an intro.*
Thaemrys watches this, just on the edge of the tavern safety, but still inside it.
*Thx, had to read up a bit on scp stuff, so it took me longer than it normally would to write that much.*
The armed people have already set up a small camp, setting up metal tables with equipment, some electric fencing around the truck with a diameter of about 20 feet.
Thaemrys thinks a moment before walking up to them, at a fair pace.
The armed people raise their guns up at her. "Step away from the perimeter." The first man seems busy talking with Lysander for right now.
She takes a step back, but doesn't seem afraid, & she still watches while she does so.
They keep their guns trained on her as the people in labcoats step out of the truck, speaking amongst themselves and walking over to the equipment and doing science-y looking things. *I spent all of my brain power, so please forgive stuff like that.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
The area around the End of the World is peaceful enough right now, the birds are chirping, the sun is shining, all is nice right now.
That peacefulness is interrupted as a truck blows through a portal that opened up on the End of the world, instantly crashing into a tree. As the dirt settles while the horn blares on, one can slowly see a logo on the side of the cargo area of the truck. Seacrest's Consideration Produces! is written under a logo of the world with three arrows pointing to it positioned around it, with another line surrounding it lined with food. The back of the cargo area of the truck burst open, and a man in a white lab coat, black cargo pants, and a tan turtleneck hops out and some sort of weird amulet hangs around his neck. "WHAT THE [1gp] WAS THAT?! Gardeners, get out here and secure a perimeter!" He walked out a bit, looking at the End of the World. "[1gp]ing Christ, where are we?" People in body armor and carrying weapons pour out of the truck, instantly scanning the area for threats. Meanwhile, other people in labcoats stay in the truck, seemingly studying some plant-like thing that pulses with magical light.
Hazel goes out to check on the people, "Hello? Are you ok?' She asks, hood pulled up to hide her face
The armed people instantly point their guns at her. "Step back from the perimeter."
She raises her gloved hands, "H-hey, i'm not a threat,"
They repeat themselves. Bright is currently busy talking to Lysander.
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The armed people instantly point their guns at her. "Step back from the perimeter."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Yes."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Its the spacial end of the world, not the temporal one."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The armed people raise their guns up at her. "Step away from the perimeter." The first man seems busy talking with Lysander for right now.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Then you understand the location she is in, right?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Mmm... May I see them?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Ah, I'm guessing you mean this?" He pointed at the void wall.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Favorite color?" They say, trying to be as friendly as possible
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Yep. Any other questions?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She takes a step back, but doesn't seem afraid, & she still watches while she does so.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
She raises her gloved hands, "H-hey, i'm not a threat,"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I understand." She shifts to get up.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Yes, I'd like any information for this world so we don't fall into some sort of Sarlacc pit or something."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Crimson." She replys. "Favorite food?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Its Entropy. Don't know its location in the flow sadly."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Okay. So what do you plan to do? We could take it up with the celestial courts if you want. I am sure that her god accepts love as good."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They keep their guns trained on her as the people in labcoats step out of the truck, speaking amongst themselves and walking over to the equipment and doing science-y looking things. *I spent all of my brain power, so please forgive stuff like that.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I like emerald green... I would say roasted lizard."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They repeat themselves. Bright is currently busy talking to Lysander.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now