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The sound of a scream on the horizon interrupts you just as you were reaching into your bag to draw out another branch of your beloved locoweed. Furrowing your brow at the noise, trying to determine if it was a figment of your imagination or real, your companion urges you in your head that it was real. Her insistent emotions that she has been sending you as of late are becoming more urgent, stronger, as though she is trying to accomplish something other than send you a series of odd pictures in your brain. It is all you've ever known her to do, after all. Rolling your eyes, you decide to agree with her that it is real and thus set off at an ambling, wobbly trot to try and find the source of said noise. Perhaps it is some unfortunate soul looking for a battle. You would be fine with such an excellent way to stretch your limbs.
However, when you finally arrive at the location that you suppose the call came from, you are dumbfounded. Stopping short, you instinctively widen your stance and lower your head. The world is not tipping and there are no imaginary trumpets blasting sounds in your ears, but you are more than certain that you must be hallucinating. What the?... But you are also confused, because your hallucinations are always so real, so tangible, so... normal. This is not like anything you have seen before. For once, you willingly call upon your companion for help deciding. She knew that the call earlier was real, will she know the answer to this as well? Again, she insists that this.... thing in front of you is real and not some figment of your drugged imagination. So, after some insistence, when you finally believe her, you burst into a glorious round of gruff guffaws, the rumbling sound tumbling out of your chest and filling the air around you. In time, you settle down, and it is then that you finally speak, your baritone voice dry but amused. “You look like rainbow vomit.” As if she didn't already know. Still, it's the truth, so why not start there. If she decides to attack, you're pretty sure you can handle it. You're not that high. @[Bellona] @[Tsar']  |
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