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[IamanElfCollaborator]

"How will we get back out?"

"You say that as if you will be going in. You will not. Hopefully.

If not....well, there is a small chance that there is a way back."

[Projeck37]

"Knowing our luck, we probably will be."

[SOLDIER First]

((Wait, will we have to go in?))

"I'd prefer if none of us died."
He looks at Medea.

"Me too."
He looks at Isaac, his only real bro.

[Empiricist]

"'Hopefully' isn't something I consider to be absolute, I prefer to have back-up plans. Wait, my shell will be able to still be controllable when it enters right? I don't really want to enter it only to find out that I can't control my shell anymore..."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"I do not know. Presumably.

I cannot go past assumptions without someone going in there. Which is why you are being sent in."

[mcclay]

"Knowing our luck, we probably will be."

"YEAH, AT LEAST IF IT IS THE FUCKING WARP I'LL BE ABLE TO PUNCH A DAEMON IN THE FUCKING DICK!"

[Empiricist]

"*sigh* okay, um, guys? Can I check something quickly?"

[Twi]

Miko doublefacepalms.

"Aren't people supposed to plan for these things?"

"Heh. Who needs plans?"

"People who like surviving."

"...point."

[Projeck37]

"Sure, Vic."
At this point, he's still sketching out his design.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"This was planned, Miss Hayashi. Unless you wish to think of a better plan with the extremely limited information we have, I suggest that you do not complain at me for it."

[mcclay]

"*sigh* okay, um, guys? Can I check something quickly?"

"FUCKING SURE, I GUESS!?"

[Again_Dejavu]

"It's basically guaranteed that we'll go in the portal anyway, why are we even discussing this?"

[SOLDIER First]

Lyle decides to do something very dickheaded: transfrom into two animals at once, hopefully with results akin to the Fusion Dance.
...but not now.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"N-no.. I meant..
er.. he meant a dimension full of girls, silly."

"Oh! ...Wouldn't the dimension run out of people really fast because they wouldn't be able to have babies?"

"WELL FUCK, WE'RE JUMPING THROUGH THE FUCKING WARP NOW! FAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!"

"What's the Warp? I think you've mentioned it a few times before..."

"THE FUCKNING REALM OF THE DAEMONS, PHYSICS DON'T FUCKING APPLY THERE! ITS ENOUGH TO FUCKING DRIVE MEN MAD, FUCKING HERESY!"

"Oh. I see why they're sending us there, then. We'd be safe."

"As you are investigating, you are to find out three things; is it possible to survive the rift, to stablise it, and is it possible to rescue the Murburgh citizens? We have confirmed that there is large, nearly probable chance they are still alive."

"...How are we supposed to figure out if we can survive the rift?"

"Somebody get me a pencil and some blueprint paper."

"What about my gift I gave you?" Angel seems a little hurt.

"FUCK IT, LET'S DO THIS SHIT! ITS A GOOD FUCKING DAY TO DIE!"

Angel begins some severe trembling.

"How will we get back out?"

The trembling worsens.

"Knowing our luck, we probably will be."

The trembling is worse.
DC 50 on a d% to tell that Angel is crying, but trying to hide it.

"It's basically guaranteed that we'll go in the portal anyway, why are we even discussing this?"

<ake that DC 40.

[mcclay]

"SHIT ANGEL, ARE YOU O-FUCKING-KAY!?"