You find yourself in the Deep. You see a flash of light, and an elderly man stands in front of you, holding a brief case.
"Well, well, Mr. Saber." He tugs at his tie. "Going somewhere?"
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Edited by Speaker: 9/3/2019 8:46:25 AM*Appears* Uuuh... so uhhh what are you guys doing? In my realm and shit?
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"[i]Your[/i] realm, my friend?" Cronos chuckles. "You amuse me. Very much."
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uh... yea, my realm, Who the -blam!- are you? *CrOnos is seized suddenly by numerous Deep Roots, which harden into propolais* Didn't anyone tell you it was rude to play with other peoples toys without permission?
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Cronos snaps his figures, the roots die and wither instantly. He chuckles. "Let us just say," He brushes off his suit, "I am an employee of higher powers. [i]Much[/i] higher than you, to be exact."
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*[i][b]The roots hold[/b][/i]* Yea, not in this place, which is unfortunate, now get the -blam!- out *Speaker releases CrOnos, and opens a rift, motioning for the new guy to leave* Have a nice day!
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Cronos chuckles. "Soon, all this will be meaningless." A flash, and he is gone.
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*shuts the rift* uh huh... eat meee, don't forget to write!
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*all you see is a dark mist shaped like a human figure* Why do you ask?
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"Well, the right man... At the right time... Can make all the difference, Mr. Saber. All the difference."