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A mist rises, in some part of the Nexus, accompanied by a sound. The sound begins faint, slowly gathering intensity and volume, as though someone had struck a chord on some musical instrument, let it slowly fade, and then turned the sound backwards. As it reaches a crescendo, a trio of forms that had been coalescing in the mist solidify, the mist evaporating as the sound cuts off. One of the three is a trim, redheaded teen with greener skin than nausea could explain. He glances around, grins to his companions, and notes, "we made it."
Turning to the Nexus at large, he gives a genial wave. "Hi. We're looking for Alison Catriona, and Mortimer Toynbee. Does anyone know where they are? Oh, and does anyone have any stories about them?" Is that a hint of mischief in his affable grin? It certainly seems to be.
"Oh, right. I should've said sooner, we're also wondering about a Miss Sasha Trainer?"
Turning to the Nexus at large, he gives a genial wave. "Hi. We're looking for Alison Catriona, and Mortimer Toynbee. Does anyone know where they are? Oh, and does anyone have any stories about them?" Is that a hint of mischief in his affable grin? It certainly seems to be.
"Oh, right. I should've said sooner, we're also wondering about a Miss Sasha Trainer?"