In the marketplace, a large insect is kneeling in front of a stall. A Rhinoceros Beetle to be exact, with a majority of its maroon exoskeleton covered by padded red armor reminiscent of that of a Japanese Samurai. Its eyes appear permanently closed, a large scar running through both. Upon its back sits a small, four armed, four legged, humanoid (Japanese Emperor) caterpillar, who is cloaked in a fabric(?) with patterns such as those on butterfly wings. They are bartering with the person running the stall over what appears to be some arcane disk.
Bríz watches the beetle from the shadows, painting something on their arms.
The Beetle raises their head and turns in the general direction of Bríz. “Being in shadows. Your movements reveal your suspicious nature.” The caterpillar turns the same direction upon hearing the Beetles voice.
*they have tremorsense*
*gotcha.*
Bríz sighs. “Is a person not allowed to watch? I am simply painting and watching as the people go by.”
“I’ve met many artists in my long life. Many used their kinds gifts as a way to express themselves. Acid to burn an image unto a cliff. Scythed hands to carve stone into amazing sculptures. Out of all of them, none used their own body as a canvas unless they intended to cast a spell.” The caterpillar leans over to whisper into the Beetle’s ear before speaking themself. “What’s your name?”
“I am Bríz, former Archangel. I paint on myself because if I did not… how could I express myself? The skin is by far the best canvas, and it makes for beautiful designs.” They finish a swift curled brush and dab their thin brush into their pallet, coming back with a brush covered in golden paint. What they’re painting seems to be a tree with golden leaves.
“A religious sentiment I do not share, but am willing to accept. But why in the shadows, Darkened Being? Why hide your artistic ‘beauty’?” The caterpillar, rather than being judgmental, looks to the painting. “That is wonderful. It is a painting of the Ichor Tree, War.”
“For you, maybe. For me, this is my home. And the shadows are my home too. This paint shines bright through the dark.”
The Beetle, who Bríz now knows goes by War, does not seem convinced by this, but with a pat by the caterpillar, drops the subject. “Well either way it looks fantastic. I am Fylinder. My friend here prefers the title Warrior Stag.” “It is more than a title, Young Prince.” “No longer a Prince, War.”
“A Prince?” Bríz asks, curious.
“Again, Former Prince. My homelands are one of conflict and the position my family held was… terminated. My parents sent me away with the two guards still loyal to us as they attempted to reclaim some of our influence.” He leans down to pat War.
In the marketplace, a large insect is kneeling in front of a stall. A Rhinoceros Beetle to be exact, with a majority of its maroon exoskeleton covered by padded red armor reminiscent of that of a Japanese Samurai. Its eyes appear permanently closed, a large scar running through both. Upon its back sits a small, four armed, four legged, humanoid (Japanese Emperor) caterpillar, who is cloaked in a fabric(?) with patterns such as those on butterfly wings. They are bartering with the person running the stall over what appears to be some arcane disk.
Bríz watches the beetle from the shadows, painting something on their arms.
The Beetle raises their head and turns in the general direction of Bríz. “Being in shadows. Your movements reveal your suspicious nature.” The caterpillar turns the same direction upon hearing the Beetles voice.
*they have tremorsense*
*gotcha.*
Bríz sighs. “Is a person not allowed to watch? I am simply painting and watching as the people go by.”
“I’ve met many artists in my long life. Many used their kinds gifts as a way to express themselves. Acid to burn an image unto a cliff. Scythed hands to carve stone into amazing sculptures. Out of all of them, none used their own body as a canvas unless they intended to cast a spell.” The caterpillar leans over to whisper into the Beetle’s ear before speaking themself. “What’s your name?”
“I am Bríz, former Archangel. I paint on myself because if I did not… how could I express myself? The skin is by far the best canvas, and it makes for beautiful designs.” They finish a swift curled brush and dab their thin brush into their pallet, coming back with a brush covered in golden paint. What they’re painting seems to be a tree with golden leaves.
“A religious sentiment I do not share, but am willing to accept. But why in the shadows, Darkened Being? Why hide your artistic ‘beauty’?” The caterpillar, rather than being judgmental, looks to the painting. “That is wonderful. It is a painting of the Ichor Tree, War.”
“For you, maybe. For me, this is my home. And the shadows are my home too. This paint shines bright through the dark.”
The Beetle, who Bríz now knows goes by War, does not seem convinced by this, but with a pat by the caterpillar, drops the subject. “Well either way it looks fantastic. I am Fylinder. My friend here prefers the title Warrior Stag.” “It is more than a title, Young Prince.” “No longer a Prince, War.”
“A Prince?” Bríz asks, curious.
“Again, Former Prince. My homelands are one of conflict and the position my family held was… terminated. My parents sent me away with the two guards still loyal to us as they attempted to reclaim some of our influence.” He leans down to pat War.
“A tragedy.” Bríz says, sounding a bit sad but not very much. They run another brush stroke down their other arm, this one being a wing. “Do you intend to go back?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
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If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
“Again, Former Prince. My homelands are one of conflict and the position my family held was… terminated. My parents sent me away with the two guards still loyal to us as they attempted to reclaim some of our influence.” He leans down to pat War.
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“A tragedy.” Bríz says, sounding a bit sad but not very much. They run another brush stroke down their other arm, this one being a wing. “Do you intend to go back?”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
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Music is playing from an air vent. There is the sound of laughter
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Someone knocks on the air vent. “Hello? Anyone in there?”
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“Sorry, people aren’t supposed to get in the air vent.” The voice says apologetically.
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'Where we supposed to be? Nowhere's better, and ya can get around pretty much anywhere. Right, guys?' Sounds of agreement can be heard in the darkness beyond. 'Ya can come in if ya want, maybe we can change ya mind?'
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“The crew would like you to leave. They sent me to tell you.”
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'Aww come on. We'll leave, all get off at the next planet, unless you don't want to cause a multiversal incident'
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“This is starting to look weird. May I come in?”
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'Sure ya can!'
When the voice enters, they find themself in a cramped little den filled with cushions, blankets, and random junk items ranging from medieval weaponry and magic books to computers and laser guns. Lounging around the place is a pack of .... clones? Most of them look near-identical, with pointed, elf-like features, extremely pale skin and greasy blond hair, though they vary by age. The youngest is about nine, and the oldest looks to be in his seventies, but it is hard to tell
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The voice is a young woman with deep brown skin and black hair tied into a ponytail, with tattoos down her bare arms. She nods in greeting. “World clones… this may prove my point that we have creators…” She muses.
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'Creators? Almost certainly' says the spokesman of the pack. 'I was the first here to get onto this ship, and wherever it docked, I'd go off and find my bro. Most of them came with, it can be lonely living the lives we were in. Not like we got much to lose'
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“Curious, curious.” She says. “The nature of the multiverse is quite interesting. But, why did you choose the air vent to stay?”
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'Reminded us of home' the whole gang speak in unison, then look at each other and burst out laughing
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She chuckles. “Then you have similar souls. I would request for you to maybe leave, but I won’t force you, and if the crew comes around, I’ll tell them you left.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
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'Good good. Wouldn't want anyone bad to find us. Or to get thrown out into space. You a member of the crew, then?'
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“Nah. I do favors for them occasionally, enough to get by, but I don’t listen to their slimy council or captain.”
If I’m being annoying, tell me to shut up. Seriously. Just say “Bananer shut up.” And I will. For a few seconds. But I’ll try my best!
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