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[i]A man in simple attire—jeans, a coat and a white shirt—strides with purpose down the docks. As he nears the edge, he... continues walking. The man doesn’t flinch as he sinks into the water, descending like an iron statue.[/i]
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[spoiler]Correct me if I’m wrong in my location, assuming the ocean floor is stone, here[/spoiler] He hits the ocean floor with a thud. It’s nice to do so, for once, without kicking up a typhoon of silt. The man begins taking heavy steps through the aquatic depths.
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[spoiler]forgot my italics[/spoiler] [i] He takes a moment to take in the sight, his hair and coat floating freely in the water—all appearances, really.[/i] “A lovely place you’ve got here, Ikeriabelle. And I see you’ve already made use of industry.”
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"Heh. Indeed. Would you like to see it? Oh. And if you could provide some consultancy on the work I did for the border, I'd appreciate it. I will be returning to the Valley after I lock the place up though." [i]I turn, and start walking away, into the darkness.[/i]
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[i]We arrive at a cliff, overlooking glowing plains, rippling with bioluminescence. To our left, is a series of jagged towers, each looking battered and broken, but still standing. A glowing aquamarine octopus lands on your head.[/i] "Oh I'm sorry about him. He's a bit of a troublemaker." [i]The octopus leans forward, his tentacles lightly gripping your head, and his balloon-like cranium floating in front of you, blinking his eyes, and staring into yours.[/i]
