I head for the west gate.
Larry arrives in the Glass Realm, the cavern looks mostly the same as before but it seems to be a lot sturdier. He isn't sure how he can reach this conclusion just by a quick glance at the walls and floor, but he feels confident it is the truth. The realm is no longer dangerous to Visitors as it's archminotaur has been captured.
"That depends. Do you have a heart?"
"Several." Holiday retorts with a nervous grin. "J-Just try it if you don't believe me."
Holiday neurotically shuffles his cards and adjusts his sunglasses.
Since Magic is all I have, I return to the Hub.
Arcodo returns to the Hub, arriving through the Gate.
He gets the feeling he'll have better luck with the East Gate.
Leap forward, and aim at one of the figure's heads, before firing.
"There be no time like the [concept.time=present]!"
[6]As the thought of leaping forward crosses his mind, Y4R is tossed by some intangible force in the direction of the figures. In one fluid motion, he pulls his plasma carbine off his back and fires, striking one of the chained apparitions in the face. The burst of energy seems to chip away at its nearly undetectable form, leaving a hollow hole where a face once was. The chains binding it crack into pieces and it fades into nothingness.
(Just waiting for the PM here before I post my action)
PM received. Time to just lounge around until my wounds heal. Actually, that might take too long. Try and move a little bit, just to test how much the heart has changed my sense of pain. If I healed even a little bit thanks to the hub, the pain should only make me smile rather than make me snicker or laugh like a maniac.
Crimson slowly rises off his back, finding the pain is only strong enough to force a smirk onto his face. The Hub's enhanced healing must be pretty fast for his bones to have already reached the halfway mark of healing. He could operate like he is, but with a slight hindrance in performance.
Nope out of the north gate if I can.
The figures in the distance all turn towards the group in unison. Their eyes burn like smallish stars fueled by hatred, and they start floating at a faster pace toward the Visitors.
Trier makes it out before any of them get within range.
Thanking his lucky stars and quick reflexes, Trier arrives back at the Hub in one piece.
Guess it's time to head out. Go though the North Gate. Use Prismata's precognition to detect any immediate threats, and assess the plane using all available systems in my suit.
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There's a problem, conjurer. My precognition is completely blind here- I can't see what waits beyond this gate. Make of this what you may, but I don't like the feeling it gives me." Prismata warns. Determined to find out just what lies beyond, Tobias steps through in his mechsuit.
Tobias first notices that there seems to be no solid ground to stand on, but despite that his mechsuit is only moving very slowly. This dimension looks like a cliche image of outer space taken from some stock photo website, except for a huge and ominous pulsar in the distance. As he notices the pulsar, Tobias feels like part of him is slipping away. The summoner feels like his very essence is being torn apart, and odd shapes of indescribable proportions dance across his vision. A sound snaps Tobias out of his trance- one of somebody crying hysterically.
"N-No.. not here... g-go away, please..." Prismata is sobbing. Something about this place is horribly wrong, but Tobias' comrades don't seem to be experiencing panic like he is.
"Is that the glorious light!? Rocko! Maybe with that light we can make you all sparkly!"
Attempts to make my towards the strange light
Ringer sets his mind towards the pulsar, and (like Y4R-M8 did) feels himself thrown forward by an invisible force.
Just as he does this, the creepy ghost-like creatures have made contact with the group.
[6]One of them reaches out towards Ringer, it's hazy arm phasing right through his chest. The druid notices he suddenly feels cold. Very cold. His vision is becoming obscured by shapes with impossible dimensions, and a primal urge to flee permeates his subconscious mind.
The other figures have slowed their pursuit of the others, and appear to be focusing on Ringer.
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