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[A tall man arrives to the Plane with only a momentary look of wide-eyed shock before his face settles into its default nonchalant expression. He takes a glance behind and finds no entrance from which to exit. Feeling for one does not work for the place has gotten so much bigger in so short an amount of time.
He takes quiet steps with long strides, quietly walking along the nothingness which reflected fractured, mismatched astral skies.]
Heh. It's like patchwork. [There's smirk tugging at just one corner of his lips and his previously dull green eyes flicker with menace, despite the calm and level tone of his voice.
Perhaps it was a strange thing to find humor in, but what caused him to smile in such an manner was even stranger: the metallic scent that hung in the air— was it air?
He passed what appeared to be a beach and some harps, among among other things. He didn't bother with the Information Kiosk, doubting its existence as something more than an elaborate illusion.
It reminded him of blood. Like a raven to carrion, he found himself drawn to this place, although he did cut short his leisurely walk through the expanse.]
Alright, that's enough... it's been a great show, I have to admit. I'm impressed. Now...
[He raises his head defiantly to the sky that stretched out above him, refracted the roaming stars of the abyss below. The next time he speaks, it's still calm, but with a sharper, more threatening edge.]
Show yourselves.
He takes quiet steps with long strides, quietly walking along the nothingness which reflected fractured, mismatched astral skies.]
Heh. It's like patchwork. [There's smirk tugging at just one corner of his lips and his previously dull green eyes flicker with menace, despite the calm and level tone of his voice.
Perhaps it was a strange thing to find humor in, but what caused him to smile in such an manner was even stranger: the metallic scent that hung in the air— was it air?
He passed what appeared to be a beach and some harps, among among other things. He didn't bother with the Information Kiosk, doubting its existence as something more than an elaborate illusion.
It reminded him of blood. Like a raven to carrion, he found himself drawn to this place, although he did cut short his leisurely walk through the expanse.]
Alright, that's enough... it's been a great show, I have to admit. I'm impressed. Now...
[He raises his head defiantly to the sky that stretched out above him, refracted the roaming stars of the abyss below. The next time he speaks, it's still calm, but with a sharper, more threatening edge.]
Show yourselves.
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