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Edited by Sylver:
6/3/2020 1:31:48 PM
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[i]A man follows the neglected path to the site. He wears a sleeveless, hooded garment, but is more notably covered from head to toe in gray bandages. He doesn’t seem normal, but Sylver’s avatars rarely do.[/i]
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*A man comes out of the tavern wearing gold armor, and an ornate stone helmet decorated with gemstones on it.* “Now who might you be?” He asks
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[i]The voice behind the bandages is off-tone and discordant.[/i] “Mmm. Refer to me as “Aspect.” Who might you be?”
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[spoiler]We’ll skip all of the boring stuff because there’s an actual threat that must be seen[/spoiler] “Axolaire, or rather, the man who controlled Auo’Muncal” [spoiler]At the End of it all is still active so if you want to wrap that one up then we’ll do so if you wan to [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]ehh I have some stuff going on canonically with my characters rn so I’ll just say the previous rp came around and start on this[/spoiler] “Auto’Muncal? And... controlled? Past tense?”
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“Yes, I controlled that fool, and now I’ll do the same to you, or not, I’ll just leave you be, after showing you something.”
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“That is an... odd and menacing proposition. Lead the way.”
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*The both of you are teleported to a world seemingly made of black shards of glass, the sky is a brilliant white with shards littered around.*
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[i]Aspect takes some time to take in the sight, and flexes his fingers in the strange atmosphere?[/i] “Where is here?” [i]he asks. It seems he’s used to asking the question.[/i]
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“Outside time and space, outside reality, or rather, your reality. This is inside the macrosverse, which is outside your multiverse. This is my main base of operations, and where I display the corpses of my enemies.”
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“Enemies? Handling super-entities on a reality-breaking scale, are we? And why do you have need of a... lowly tavern dweller in a primitive realm, such as I?”
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“You really aren’t getting it are you? I killed these people, so that I could take their powers and abilities in order to erase everything from reality, is that clear Ambition, Avatar of Lord Sylver!”
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[i]He raises an eyebrow.[/i] “Two things. One, I’m not Ambition. Two, monologuing about your dastardly plans before executing them never ends well.”
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“Really, what if I told you this was all an illusion, because it is.”
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“Well, you’d have caught me off guard, but I suppose it would be rather inconsequential, would it not? The only thing it does is raise the question as to why you did not call it an illusion to begin with.”
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“I enjoy surprises, that’s the reason why.”
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“I suppose that’s fair. With that in mind, though, I have little reason to believe... anything, really. So, show me for what purpose you need me and hopefully it will be real.”
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“Purpose, what purpose?”
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“Well you’ve brought me... here for a reason, haven’t you?”
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“Yes errrrrrrr....... well........”
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Edited by Sylver: 6/4/2020 4:42:00 PM[i]The bandage-covered head looked at him blankly.[/i] “Go on...”
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“I’ve got nothing, so do you want to just play a game of checkers? Have a glass of lemonade?”
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[i]He sighs.[/i] “Were you really who you claimed to be? Are you stalling for something?”
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“Yes, I just don’t know what to do now, I’ve got no plans as of now because nothing lines up correctly, all the timelines are out of balance for me, and I’ll just let them fix themselves.”
