Character Chat

(What?)

(Okay!)

(Wot just happened?)

(Hello?)

(Only problem is that the person who's world we are in isn't here. Althalosian asked a question to that person and they haven't responded yet.)

(I'm guessing Clairvoyance no longer follows this chat.)

(It's sad. I was having fun.)

I'll invite you to one that's a bit more active))

(Thanks Loch.)

(…

Like this…

This chat is dead, however, unless Clairvoyance comes back. We are in her world right now and we can't do anything unless they post again.)

It was a pretty odd sight. Cold night, cold as all hell and then some, and it wasn't getting warmer anytime soon. The road that winded and weaved its way through the dense forest, lit up occasionally by a streetlights that glowed dim, bored-looking yellows that illuminated an area of 6 feet around the pole and nothing else. It was isolated, it was dark, and it was sketchy, yet Runner walked casually on the right shoulder of the asphalt, following the solid white line that set the firm boundaries on the road. He wore a thick sweatshirt with the word "Clemson" printed across the chest in bolded orange letters. A pair of jeans and sneakers capped off the unassuming outfit, but that wasn't the odd part of him. He held a thick, cast iron skillet loosely in his left hand, his upper body leaned slightly because of the weight. It didn't seem to be too uncomfortable, nor did it hinder his gait at all. But it was still weird, especially in the middle of nowhere.

Nmere: "I stopped caring. How far?'

Kilandrè: About a mile to the west, I think
Arandor: pouts

(IT'S ALIVE!)

Midnight: Now I'm understanding what Aquaramis was complaining about. I miss Fang and Sandy. They would have gotten us there by now.

Arandor: Who are they?

Midnight: Sandy and Fang are feathered serpents that we ride on. Sandy's mine and Fang is Aquaramis.

Arandor: …Feathered…serpents?

Midnight: Giant flying snakes with feathered wings, six eyes, front talons, and can breathe ice, gas, or lighting? Sandy can breathe gas while Fang can breathe ice. Starts to mutter slightly She is just as cold as breath is though…

Arandor: ….Six…eyes?
Kilandrè: That is weird

Midnight: Stares at them We just literally fought an giant parasite and you call feathered serpents weird?!
Krystal: Hey, this is their world, remember?
Midnight: Yeah, but it's just like calling your orc friend here weird because he is green.
Gim-zhul: uh…

Arandor: …OK

Kilandrè: stares in the direction of the newcomer What the literal fuck….