Our avatars are in a room together

How very tough of you.

By zhe vay, is zhe mask a purposeful metaphor zhere, or is zhat unintentional?

Okay, just... just stay there, Hyenard. We’ll fix you up right as rain!

... Fine.

-Roo runs off to find a printer-

   "...A metaphor for what, I dare ask."   

Main Room

Indeed. (takes a peek at a locket containing a photo of her father◊. She sighs.)

Putting on a mask to zhe wider vorld, and hiding who you truly are. Just like you're hiding your face, you're hiding your actual feelings.

   "...It covers a scar."   

Get a job, you bum.

"Hey, don't be mean, Von. You'll upset Snowball - he's very empathetic."

Emotional scar? -just has a smug smile-

   "No. I'm missing an eye."   

Ahhh, right. And an Eyepatch vasn't covering it.

-Hyenard sits up, his tired eyes glancing at the photo-

... Am... I going to be fine?

Printer... printer?

   "..."   

Had to be zhe entire face, ya?

-Gracia, having set Solace to sleep in her bed, returns downstairs, smiling giddily at the prospect of making a new friend and having an old one come back-

Main Room

Yes. Roo cares about his family as much as I care about my father.

(waves at Gracia.)

Woods

(Pan's training in her Fairymon form.)

Edited by josh6243 on Aug 18th 2018 at 6:27:10 AM

   "If it weren't for the fact that my...'employer' would find it displeasing, you wouldn't be breathing right now."   

"Infinite!"

... They’re all gone.

I died. We shouldn- we shouldn’t be back.

-The robot hyena glances at Gracia-

...?

-Roo’s ears fold back as his sensors pick up a familiar presence-

Edited by Tatsumar on Aug 18th 2018 at 9:28:38 AM

-chuckles slightly- Oh zhat's precious.

It really is far up zhere, zhat you'll threaten murder over the slightest of jabs.

(That fucking weirdo who happens to be at the head of Gracia's pantheon is scrawling/writing summat in a little notebook, apparently not getting that nothing good has ever come from anyone with a god complex doing dramatic notebook-writing.)

...A-ah, Gracia...!

(Eager wave, not terribly befitting the dignity of a god addressing his subject, but was he ever really good at that? WHEEEEEEEEZE small cough...)

...Y-you are unscathed, from— from your heroic sojourn... glory be...

Oh, I am!

He took people's flesh and made it clay, so I took his flesh and made it into actual porcelain clay and everything is happy now.

-She sits beside him, happily-

-Maeva rests outside, by a metal tree-

-Huddled on herself-

Main Room

(@Hyenard) Why's that?

(@Panos) (glances over at Panos) You the leader of Marcia's new religion?

-By that metal tree, something odd plays in the light, although it is gone soon after-

-A voice dripping in dignity like an overipe berry speaks to Maeva-

Being- I entreat thee to listen! I am a traveller descended from an antique and faraway land, and do require your guidance.

-The tall figure, seemingly from nowhere, approaches, large and imposing and dressed in a thick, strange garb made of supremely fine fabric-

I was infected by the Sigma.... the Sigma Virus.

I tried to separate- to separate myself from everyone. But I still ended up hurting them.

-Outside, an alien gardening out by the forest spots Maeva sleeping-

<Ah... is it safe to leave her here?>

-Gaf notices a man approaching her and backs off quickly-

Edited by Tatsumar on Aug 18th 2018 at 9:40:59 AM

   "You annoy me. I don't see what 'the doctor' sees in you."