† save me i'm going crazy

[cruxified]

[There is a dark figure on the Plane. He doesn't move at first, and if it wasn't for that hair, he might even blend in. He seems preoccupied with a printout of Braxiatel's welcome brochure.

Suddenly, Kratos is pelted by a golf ball flying out of fucking nowhere a.k.a. that one black hole. He catches it before it hits the floor, stares at it, and regards the Plane with an icy glare. Very flatly:]

I am not here to play games. If you have any useful information about the Astral Plane that is not contained in the brochure, I am interested in hearing it.

[ooc: IN B4 PLOT]

Comments

[collector]

We have an idea of its capabilities and a little knowledge of its processing, but little else.

[cruxified]

What about the shop?

[His gaze shifts to a nearby star approaching supernova. This place is beautiful, but it does little to move Kratos or his heart.

All he thinks about is memorizing the layout of this place, picking up any other extra tips that may help his escape, and then going back to his preparations.]

[collector]

Currently more or less unmanned, minus a vulpine creature that cares for it from time to time. So if you're inclined to steal any artefacts well beyond your comprehension, now is likely the time.

[cruxified]

One would be as likely to steal something useful as something dangerous.

[collector]

Hence the general lack of wisdom in such a choice. But it seems most have elected not to. [Of course he checks up on the shop daily. He is Irving Braxiatel.]

[cruxified]

And yourself?

[collector]

I'm a collector by profession. I never acquire anything if I don't know its provenance.