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Oni: He steadies Cass, then makes himself a bowl of soup, quickly finishing it. Okay, that’s damn good. I’ll come back later. He then picks up Cass and starts walking away. You are flying now, Cass! You’re just as majestic as the eagles! Laughs.
Oni left the chat
Addic: (sleepily) that there is talent… hey, if you're leaving, leave the pot will ya.
Cass has left the chat, leaving the stew pot
Addic: yay.
corrin's sanity has left the chat
corrin: BANG BANG CHOOCHOO SOUP GOES THE WOOPING COUGH
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Ēvrin has joined the chat
Ēvrin: Bird caw. We have made contact, Captain. Greetings, others, I am Ēvrin, the helmsman of an Ēdrik freighter.
Tessa: Is it safe now? Yes, it is. Hey, Asuka! Come meet this new person while I leave! Trys to leave, gets stopped by Ashene
Ashene: You can't leave quite just yet.
Tessa: Uhhgggggggg… fine.
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Ēvrin: Bird caw. Are you from another freighter? A Star-Arrow, as we are?
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Addic: and who might you be, you wonderful being?
business
(What happened to cass?)
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Addic: hey, what scarers you the most?
raef: a land without soup. a land as barren as the desert and cold as the lonely nights of souplessness
corrin: raef
Ëvêāhn: All of you. Seriously. Soup cultist maniacs, the lot of you…
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Ēvrin: Static. Forgive us. Our comms system shut down temporarily. I am helmsman of an Ēdri Star-Arrow, a freighter ship. We are lost in what would be called the Nebula.
Ëvêāhn: skhhh-tkkshhhht are you again? Too much tshhh-kkkkk static to tkshhk-kshhhtk you.
Me: How can static… nevermind, you're using a radio of some sort.
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Ēvrin: Confused bird caw.
Ëvêāhn: Frustrated, goes to the ship Who are you again? There was too much godsdamned static to understand you.
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Ēvrin: Irritated caw. This shall be three times it is said! I am helmsman of a freighter. We are lost in the Nebula. We… static …to escape.
Ëvêāhn: Snaps fingers, moves the entire ship out of the zone I'm… static… the ship now. You should Static… hold on to… static.
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Ēvrin: No more static. Surprised caw. How? What are you?
Ëvêāhn: Nothing you'd know of. However, for your naming purposes, I am of an Elder race called the Mists. My name in particular is Ëvêāhn, the Eternal Grey Protector.
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Ēvrin: Thank you. We have been lost for many years now. It is uncertain how we will fare, but this shall always be a cherished moment.
Ëvêāhn: Don't thank me. I am not your god, nor am I your saviour. You would have made it out eventually. I simply helped speed that process up. This is mine job, Ēvrin.
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Ēvrin: Sad caw. None escape the Nebula. Your intervention saved us.
Ëvêāhn: Well… I suppose then that I have helped you more than I thought. That does not change the fact that I need no thanks. I need to go find Death… he gets impatient when I don't show up for Bingo on time… but as I've always said to him, "Time is relative." He's never listened… Leaves
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Ēvrin: Confused caw. Very well. Follow the feathers, friend. Comms link disconnects.
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Addic: That was very interesting…
Azriel_: uhm hi? Kinda didn't realise I got added to this until now—
Ëvêāhn: "Azriel"? Are you a demon?
Azriel_: No, im half human half god, son of the one and only ✨Aphrodite✨
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