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[IamanElfCollaborator]

"They're scouting out a good place to land. They'll be right there."

[Harbingerjm]

"I dare you to try."

Spoiler: Voice of the Beast (click to show/hide)

"I WILL MAKE YOU PAY IF I HAVE TO SELL MY SOUL TO THE DARK GODS TO DO IT!"

"No need for such drastic measures... The Harbinger of Twilight will do. After all, is not to Improve oneself the greatest goal of all?"

[Projeck37]

"Once we're on the ground, wanna grab some tea or something else relaxing..?"

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"We should be down soon. Wait, I apologize for my rudeness, I forgot to introduce myself.

I am Albrecht von Schwarzschild, Lieutenant-Colonel of the Royal Germanic Corps, and pilot of the Tristian, the 4th generation Knightmare Frame you are inside now."

[Projeck37]

"Isaac Wilt. Nice to meet you."
He whispers to Medea:
"Or do you want to.. do something fun~?"

[Twi]

"By the way, I'm Sapphira Wittgenstein, kitsune artificer."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"At your service."
"Heh, he's royalty, you know."
"Oh, don't be so considerate. I am merely a Prince of the Empire."

[Projeck37]

"Ah.. We don't really have royalty from where I am from.. Just poor and poorer.. But pleasure to meet you, Prince."
He cracks a grin at Medea.
"Up to you~"

[Again_Dejavu]

Out of nowhere, a flaming, out of control, bright yellow, dinghy shoots past them carrying a cursing cat

[IamanElfCollaborator]

Medea is blushing. Hard.

[Twi]

Sapphira sips at some coffee, seemingly unfazed by the shenanigans.

[Empiricist]

In a cascade of black cherry bossom petals a suited figure manifests. He is dressed in a tailor-made black suit with crisp white shirt, with a handkerchief in breast-pocket, both the handkerchief and tie are blood red. A stylized pink rose insignia is on his breast-pocket which is located on the left-hand side of his suit. His features seem to be perpetually concealed beneath shadows which in some sort of peculiar coincidence, always seemed to be conveniently located to cloak him.
"Well, this thread certainly has a lot of shipping..." he does a double-take when he notices the Selinas and Kyles, supernatural vision picking up things no human eye could see. "Interesting... could be useful if required..."

[Harbingerjm]

"Contract accepted."

Alex appears behind Richard, momentarily touching him then disappearing.
1d100=80
Hope you don't need eyes whereever you're going, because you just had them removed by a vengeful fleshshaper.

[Projeck37]

He plants a peck on her neck before realizing that Medea is kinda on top of him, sorta. Falling shenanigans the source of said lap sitting. He's completely okay with it.

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Well, FUCK.

Sapphira? Biological stuff?"