[The feed clicks on to reveal a silvery blue haired man in a green suit of chain mail armor, fiddling with his communicator, try to discover how it works. He eventually notices that the device seems to be broadcasting him, and he smiles]
So... Whisked out of sigil to walk the planes once more? Did I perhaps stumble through a planar door? A nexus
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...You are used to such an experience?
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Yes, actually I am rather used to such experiences. I must admit this is one of the weirder ways I've taken such a journey, but certainly not the weirdest.
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The Scientists placed a chip that suppresses such things inside of each of us.
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A chip? So... the scientists did indeed do something to me... I wonder how I will deal with this predicament. What is your name my good man? I appreciate the well informed hospitality you have shown me.
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[Long pause.] Did you just call yourself a berk?
Your magic is being suppressed by a "chip." For it to get removed, you'd need to find a doctor, eh?
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And what if I did? After all, I am rather new to this plane, and if you think about it, I may well be a berk at the moment, wouldn't you say?
A chip? That's what's disabling my magic?
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Aye. The scientists here install chips that suppress people's powers -- whatever they may be.
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As for the name of this planet, it's called Fortuna.
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Fortuna... how fortunate eh?
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[China suppresses a snort.]
I guess I can't complain since we're still alive. We're in much better condition than this planet, that's for sure, aru.
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Yes, this planet does seem to be in quite the delightful bit of entropic decay, wouldn't you say?
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[Bitter? Noooooooooo. He's not bitter at all.]
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