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[TheBiggerFish]

"Presumably the supply of Trespassers is finite."

[Twi]

Yamal wanders off to investigate more technical aspects of the ship. See ya, space cowboy.

Eirika, 6AR, and Simuna, on the other hand, find themselves joined quietly by the Primordial. It That Embraces doesn't even seem to have footsteps, but her presence can still be felt long before it can be seen.

[Hello, friends and strangers alike.]
unless we decide that isn't it

[Sl4cker]

Eirika, 6AR, and Simuna, on the other hand, find themselves joined quietly by the Primordial. It That Embraces doesn't even seem to have footsteps, but her presence can still be felt long before it can be seen.

[Hello, friends and strangers alike.]

"What."

[Shadestyle]

The Donchaka looks nervous at the clearly divine being before them.  Lupapon and a few others are unshaken.

[TheBiggerFish]

"Hello.  This one knows not what we do.  Please explain it to them."

[Sl4cker]

"Hello.  This one knows not what we do.  Please explain it to them."

Simuna glares.

[Shadestyle]

"Sixayare, please hold your tongue, as a servant of some force, you must have a better sense of tact than that."

[TheBiggerFish]

"My duty is not tact."

[Shadestyle]

"Tact serves your duty."

[Twi]

"What."

A 'smile' graces the Primordial's face.

[You are confused? I will explain for you, {thin thing/mortal/shadow}.]

She does, a flood of information crashing into poor Simuna all at once. Mostly about her own nature, vivid sights of a world-spanning soul and an endless void of consumed nothing, of vicious attack by reality devourers which have a certain name often repeated around here.

Above all else, It That Embraces does her best to impress the sheer scale of things upon the sniper.

[That is what we- what I- fight. You may, of course, choose not to. Many {mortals/shadows/thin things} make that choice. The end, if it comes, will not come today. For this place, it may not come in one million years. Other places are not so lucky.]

Images of what lies beyond the barrier of Mio's world. Endless hellfire, with nothingness encroaching close behind.

[Understand that you are very small. 'Microbes have no particular need to concern themselves with the politics of humans.' You are free to live here, or try to find your way home.]

The Donchaka looks nervous at the clearly divine being before them.  Lupapon and a few others are unshaken.

The Primordial graces them with a nod.

[Sl4cker]

"What."

A 'smile' graces the Primordial's face.

[You are confused? I will explain for you, {thin thing/mortal/shadow}.]

She does, a flood of information crashing into poor Simuna all at once. Mostly about her own nature, vivid sights of a world-spanning soul and an endless void of consumed nothing, of vicious attack by reality devourers which have a certain name often repeated around here.

Above all else, It That Embraces does her best to impress the sheer scale of things upon the sniper.

[That is what we- what I- fight. You may, of course, choose not to. Many {mortals/shadows/thin things} make that choice. The end, if it comes, will not come today. For this place, it may not come in one million years. Other places are not so lucky.]

Images of what lies beyond the barrier of Mio's world. Endless hellfire, with nothingness encroaching close behind.

[Understand that you are very small. 'Microbes have no particular need to concern themselves with the politics of humans.']

Simuna widens her eyes and stares. And stares. And, well, so on.

After a while, she looks down at her hands, and then around the surrounding area, with the same expression. She opens her mouth, and what comes out amounts to choking sounds.

[Shadestyle]

The Primordial would note a gateway within them of sorts, a conduit for divine power from a being like itself, though omnipresent.

As thin things, they have concentration of a much thicker one holding them all in a gentle grasp, like a many armed being with strong hands, hands are also upon the 4 sacred drums, which are extant or not depending on where it holds them in relation to the Donchaka and other mortals, and more strongly wielded by The Almighty of the Donchaka.

It's only connection to this world is though the drums and the Donchaka however.

Lupapon rushes to Simuna's side, placing a steadying palm on her ankle and attempting to keep her calm from the Primordial's influence.

[Twi]

Simuna widens her eyes and stares. And stares. And, well, so on.

After a while, she looks down at her hands, and then around the surrounding area, with the same expression. She opens her mouth, and what comes out amounts to choking sounds.

The Primordial waits. Take your time, Simuna. It's a lot to take in, after all.

The Primordial would note a gateway within them of sorts, a conduit for divine power from a being like itself, though omnipresent.

As thin things, they have concentration of a much thicker one holding them all in a gentle grasp, like a many armed being with strong hands, hands are also upon the 4 sacred drums, which are extant or not depending on where it holds them in relation to the Donchaka and other mortals, and more strongly wielded by The Almighty of the Donchaka.

It's only connection to this world is though the drums and the Donchaka however.

Lupapon rushes to Simuna's side, placing a steadying palm on her ankle and attempting to keep her calm from the Primordial's influence.

Hrm...

Curiosity takes hold of her, and ItE attempts to make contact with Almighty while waiting for Simuna to recover. Not that it's really apparent to anyone but herself and maybe some of the Donchaka, via vague feelings.

[Projeck37]

Anna doesn't say anything, but cautiously puts an arm around Chryssa, letting her get it all out. She herself was crying a bit, both out of sympathy for Chryssa and the loss of her kind-of city.

"She's... She's gone!"
Chryssa cries out in between the sobs, and turns to bury her head into Anna's shoulder, clutching her clothes with a hand.

[SOLDIER First]

lexus' internal injuries quietly stew