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[cruxified]

[Kratos is standing underneath the cover of a few trees, gazing out over the yard and looking epic. Of course, that comes with the careful, pensive look he's wearing. Not only have his problems just begun to escalate around the world he's residing in, but he's trying to figure out the nature of this dressing room-type place.]

... Hmph.

[Spoken

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[salvationfound]

[o hay, have an eight-year old version of yourself]

[cruxified]

[blink blink; it's sad that his first thought is 'he's going to sneeze on me isn't he?']

... Hello.

[salvationfound]

...Hello. Do you know where we are?

[cruxified]

It seems to be some world between worlds.

[His hair has gotten spikier in two decades...]

[salvationfound]

I know that. But do you know what this place is called? It's weird having a... nexus without a name. [He's also more talkative and friendly, although he'd like to swap hairs. Spiky is cool.]

[cruxified]

Not particularly. I've only just arrived here myself. Perhaps someone should name it? [Talkative and friendly. A few other of Kratos' abilities that died with the Kharlan War.]