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For no readily apparent reason, the air is beginning to shimmer. An area about three feet high warps, turns inside out, and generally starts acting spooky. As if from far away, a merry (and rather androgynous) voice sings "Yo ho, yo ho, an elocator's life for me--WOAH!"
With a crash, the twisting air dumps what looks to be a strange sort of bugman (with quite a lot of exploration gear, pouches, and the like hanging off its lightweight leather armor) face-first on the ground. It rolls to its feet as cheerfully as though it'd intended the less-than-graceful entrance all along, pushing the goggles up from its multifaceted eyes to get a better look at the place, long delicate antennae turning this way and that. "Oh hey, another Nexus! Man, last version of this place I saw, made entirely out of bees, true story."
It reaches for the mask over its face (prompting a hasty "You idiot you haven't even checked if--!!" from the faintly glowing crystal scurrying out of its front pocket, which it absently grabs and stuffs into another pocket with its free hand, muffling the irritated scolding), yanking it down, revealing a barely-there nose and small slit of a mouth. Grinning, it takes a deep breath. "Ahh, I love the smell of breathable atmosphere in the morning."
"Anyway, evening, folks! Name's Xolu, Ghostfoot Xolu if you're one to mess with titles and formality and all that rot. I don't, usually, but live and let live and so on. I'm a professional elocator, which means I do a lot of travelling--I mean a LOT of travelling--here, there, all up and down the multiverse. I'm always up for seeing new places, meeting new people, the thrill of discovery, wooh! it gets me all tingly I tell ya. Seeing as how this place is full of people from all over (people that hopefully speak something besides Bee, though with the multiverse you never know), I figure it's a good place to ask...what's a neat place YOU'VE been? Neat, spooky, dangerous, beautiful, terrible, I'll hear about 'em all.
And while I'm at it, since I am a professional elocator, I'm makin' my services available. I accept all forms of currency, since Grand Queen knows I'll be in a place to use it sooner or later. I also accept maps, tools, trinkets, amusing anecdotes, stories, songs, jokes--good, bad, offensive and otherwise! Need to get somewhere, anywhere, and in a hurry? Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted multi/nongendered folk, I'm your bug!"
With a crash, the twisting air dumps what looks to be a strange sort of bugman (with quite a lot of exploration gear, pouches, and the like hanging off its lightweight leather armor) face-first on the ground. It rolls to its feet as cheerfully as though it'd intended the less-than-graceful entrance all along, pushing the goggles up from its multifaceted eyes to get a better look at the place, long delicate antennae turning this way and that. "Oh hey, another Nexus! Man, last version of this place I saw, made entirely out of bees, true story."
It reaches for the mask over its face (prompting a hasty "You idiot you haven't even checked if--!!" from the faintly glowing crystal scurrying out of its front pocket, which it absently grabs and stuffs into another pocket with its free hand, muffling the irritated scolding), yanking it down, revealing a barely-there nose and small slit of a mouth. Grinning, it takes a deep breath. "Ahh, I love the smell of breathable atmosphere in the morning."
"Anyway, evening, folks! Name's Xolu, Ghostfoot Xolu if you're one to mess with titles and formality and all that rot. I don't, usually, but live and let live and so on. I'm a professional elocator, which means I do a lot of travelling--I mean a LOT of travelling--here, there, all up and down the multiverse. I'm always up for seeing new places, meeting new people, the thrill of discovery, wooh! it gets me all tingly I tell ya. Seeing as how this place is full of people from all over (people that hopefully speak something besides Bee, though with the multiverse you never know), I figure it's a good place to ask...what's a neat place YOU'VE been? Neat, spooky, dangerous, beautiful, terrible, I'll hear about 'em all.
And while I'm at it, since I am a professional elocator, I'm makin' my services available. I accept all forms of currency, since Grand Queen knows I'll be in a place to use it sooner or later. I also accept maps, tools, trinkets, amusing anecdotes, stories, songs, jokes--good, bad, offensive and otherwise! Need to get somewhere, anywhere, and in a hurry? Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted multi/nongendered folk, I'm your bug!"