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[ text / action for new bark town ] (cw: blood, probably talk of death/violence)
A. text
TWO TH1NGS
F1RST
JOHN 3GB3RT
1F YOU'R3 H3R3, W3 N33D TO T4LK
S3COND
W1LL TH1S WORK TO G3T BLOOD OUT OF CLOTH1NG OR W1LL 1 N33D TO G3T 4 D1FF3R3NT PRODUCT FROM TH3 N3XT TOWN?
[Here she's attached a photo of the standard bottle of liquid soap that comes with the backpack.]
B. action
[If anyone's on the lookout for newbies, Terezi can be spotted sitting by a flowerbed next to "Mom's" house. She doesn't look any less human than anyone else here, at least at first. Though her ears have a bit of a point, they're hidden by her black hair, and the sharpness of her teeth is concealed by her pursed lips as she taps away at her Pokégear. No, if there's anything to raise concern, it's the fact that she looks like she's had a bad accident with some paint, or perhaps smashed a box worth of Grape-Berry Double Homicide Gushers against herself. Teal and purple mar her shirt and even stick to her face and arms in places.]
[It doesn't really smell like paint, or the corn syrup-laden fruit approximant of candy, either. It's dry by now, but one might recognize the smell of blood.]
[Her starter isn't far: a Gible wanders about the flowerbed proper, occasionally casting a concerned glance back at her new trainer in between devouring whatever blooms might remain at this time of year. She'll settle for withered stems, too; she ain't picky.]
TWO TH1NGS
F1RST
JOHN 3GB3RT
1F YOU'R3 H3R3, W3 N33D TO T4LK
S3COND
W1LL TH1S WORK TO G3T BLOOD OUT OF CLOTH1NG OR W1LL 1 N33D TO G3T 4 D1FF3R3NT PRODUCT FROM TH3 N3XT TOWN?
[Here she's attached a photo of the standard bottle of liquid soap that comes with the backpack.]
B. action
[If anyone's on the lookout for newbies, Terezi can be spotted sitting by a flowerbed next to "Mom's" house. She doesn't look any less human than anyone else here, at least at first. Though her ears have a bit of a point, they're hidden by her black hair, and the sharpness of her teeth is concealed by her pursed lips as she taps away at her Pokégear. No, if there's anything to raise concern, it's the fact that she looks like she's had a bad accident with some paint, or perhaps smashed a box worth of Grape-Berry Double Homicide Gushers against herself. Teal and purple mar her shirt and even stick to her face and arms in places.]
[It doesn't really smell like paint, or the corn syrup-laden fruit approximant of candy, either. It's dry by now, but one might recognize the smell of blood.]
[Her starter isn't far: a Gible wanders about the flowerbed proper, occasionally casting a concerned glance back at her new trainer in between devouring whatever blooms might remain at this time of year. She'll settle for withered stems, too; she ain't picky.]
text;
YOU M1GHT B3 4BL3 TO D3DUC3 HOW TH4T PO1NT CURR3NTLY ST4NDS
4ND 1T W4S FR3SH UNT1L 1 WOK3 UP H3R3
BUT 1T B31NG DRY SUDD3NLY 1S PR3TTY MUCH TH3 LOW3ST RUNG ON TH3 MYST3RY 3CH3L4DD3R
text;
Small blessings.
Nevertheless, welcome to this queer crossroads of the quite apparent multiverse, I am Solus zos Galvus, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
As for the matter of your clothing, if you have not discovered it already, within the knapsack you were bequeathed, there is likewise a spare outfit--yet another point of fortune in your favor, aren't you a lucky one?
As for the blood itself, might I suggest soaking it in cold water with a touch of salt. This will make your scrubbing of the stain far more fruitful of an endeavor. The use of the soap is optional, but it certainly would not hurt.
text; cw: uhhh what might be construed as passive suicidal ideation
1 W4S LOOK1NG FORW4RD TO M33T1NG UP W1TH SOM3 D34D FR13NDS
[One first and foremost, perhaps, but everyone kind of just bit the dust apart from John and Rose's post-scratch human mom.]
1 W4S NOT 3V3N 4FFORD3D TH3 LUXURY OF 4 N4P!
TH1S HUM4N WOM4N SHOV3D M3 OUT F1RST >:[
BUT FROM WH4T YOU 4R3 S4Y1NG, TH4T M1GHT B3 ST4ND4RD
1F 3V3N TH3 B4G H4S TH3 S4M3 K1ND OF TH1NGS
[The red scarf is a nice touch, at least.]
TH4NKS FOR TH3 4DV1C3
1 W1LL H4V3 TO TRY 1T ONC3 1 F1ND S4LT
1'M T3R3Z1 PYROP3 BY TH3 W4Y
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You are correct in that all whom arrive indeed suffer the same treatment upon their arrival. While I've not the solid proof to prove this, a running theory I find myself ever beholden to is that we are in a simulation of some sort. Thus when one arrives, all experience the same scenario. The script never changes, yet the world at large does.
It is all rather fascinating--or would be, if it was more carefully constructed. But never you mind about that, the flaws and inconsistencies of this star will be apparent in time.
Regardless, you are most certainly welcome. Need you guidance, all you must needs do is ask. I shall be glad to provide it.
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OF COURS3 1T'S 4 G4M3 DUMMY >:]
PR3TTY OBV1OUSLY B4S3D 4ROUND TH1NGS L1K3 F1DUSP4WN
OR WH4T3V3R HUM4NS M1GHT H4V3 H4D
THOUGH OBV1OUSLY NOT 4S 1MM3RS1V3 4S 1T COULD B3
TH3Y D1D NOT 3V3N TRY TO M4K3 TH3 MUS1C 4 N4TUR4L 3L3M3NT!
BUT 1 W1LL K33P YOUR OFF3R 1N M1ND
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Though perhaps it is unkind of me to be so judgmental, when I well know there are those among us who have nary beheld an electronic ere their arrival, let alone a video game.
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M4NY P3OPL3 4R3 COMPL3T3LY DUMB
1 W1LL G1V3 4 P4SS TO THOS3 WHO DON'T KNOW WH4T 4 V1D3OG4M3 1S BUT TH3 R3ST 4R3 SOR3LY OUT OF LUCK >:]
SO WH3R3 4R3 YOU FROM M1ST3R SOLUS?
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Whence I hail is a star by the name of Hydaelyn, or so some would claim. In myriad ways it is similar to this one, in others it varies beyond comprehension. Mine is a world where magic thrives, and technological advancements are pressing forth with breakneck speeds. Much like this one, it is filled with monsters, though unlike here, those monsters are a fair bigger threat, and far more lethal of an encounter for any whom might find themselves unskilled in combat.
That is to say, that while you will find any measure of your strength that might have exceeded a human's capability gone, these creatures cannot bring about your demise.
Nothing can, in fact. Just a small tip from me to you. You're welcome.
But pray, tell me of your world, Mistress Pyrope. Of whence you hail? I can only imagine the dangers it must be fraught with, if you should be arriving after your untimely demise.
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1 W1LL K33P TH4T 1N M1ND 1N C4S3 1 3V3R 3ND UP 1N YOUR WORLD SOM3HOW
FORTUN4T3LY 1 4M NOT N3W TO H4NDL1NG MONST3RS!
BUT TH3 4NSW3R TO YOUR QU3ST1ON 1S 4 L1TTL3 MOR3 COMPL1C4T3D TH4N TH4T
YOU S33, OR1G1N4LLY 1 COM3 FROM 4 PL4N3T C4LL3D 4LT3RN14
1T W4S D3F1N1T3LY D4NG3ROUS!
BOTH TH3 TROLLS L1V1NG TH3R3 4ND 4LMOST 3V3RY OTH3R CR34TUR3 W3R3 QU1T3 D34DLY
3V3N W1THOUT 4DULTS ON TH3 PL4N3T
YOU S33, W3 W3R3 R41S3D BY TH3 MONST3RS 4ND 4DULTS 4LL L3FT TH3 PL4N3T TO H3LP CONQU3R TH3 G4L4XY
BUT 3V3N YOUNG TROLLS COULD 4ND D1D 3NG4G3 1N V1OL3NC3
OR W3R3 CULL3D F1RST 1F TH3Y W3R3 D33M3D UNF1T TO SURV1V3
BUT 1 4M SUR3 YOU MUST H4V3 NOT1C3D 1 4M SP34K1NG 1N TH3 P4ST T3NS3 H3R3
TH3 TH1NG 1S, 4LT3RN14 NO LONG3R 3X1STS 4ND H4S NOT FOR SOM3 T1M3
4T L34ST NOT 1N TH3 S3NS3 1T D1D WH3N W3 L1V3D TH3R3
1NST34D MY FR13NDS 4ND 1 W3R3 1NVOLV3D 1N 4 G4M3 C4LL3D SGRUB
1T W4S LONG 4ND COMPL1C4T3D 4ND WH4T W4S SUPPOS3D TO H4PP3N GOT D3R41L3D B3C4US3 OF 4 BUNCH OF D1SP4R4T3 Y3T 1NT3RCONN3CT3D M1ST4K3S
4ND WH1L3 W3 W3R3 TRY1NG TO F1X 1T 4ND F1ND 4 W4Y TO W1N 4NYW4Y
4 BUNCH OF OTH3R DR4M4 TURN3D 3V3RYTH1NG 1NTO 4 M4SS1V3 MULT1D1R3CT1ON4L F1GHT B3TW33N B4S1C4LLY 3V3RYON3 WHO W4S NOT 4LR34DY D34D
4ND 3V3N SOM3 WHO 4LR34DY W3R3
SO MY D34TH 1S NOT B3C4US3 OF TH3 D4NG3R OF MY WORLD OR TH3 G4M3 1TS3LF
BUT B3C4US3 OF TH3 P3OPL3 1N 1T >:/