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[He appears on the plane, a tall and colourlessly pale man in a suit and shades. The world around him has changed dramatically, but his mute expression (or, more appropriately, the lack thereof) suggests no alarm whatsoever. His stance is not exactly rigid, but very still; he does not shift his weight or idly move his limbs. He looks forward for a beat before slowly turning his head to the side, up, down in a slow and liquid manner to wordlessly take in his surroundings. His voice, deep and cold, contains only enough inflection to sound human, but lacks enough that he sounds dryly bored. The slightest twitch of his eyebrow is all that betrays his confusion.]

Architect.

[He looks again to each side pointedly, expression still unchanged even as the slightest note of anger creeps beneath his voice.]

What are you doing?