-Auron nods appreciatively as he thinks over what he noticed during their training session, and at Asagi's willingness to participate in field practice.-
-After a moment's thought, he nods to his tired protege.-
Auron: "Keep it up, Asagi, no matter who you train with from today forward. You're on the right track."
-to Hastur- "Then let's go."
edited 2nd Aug '16 9:31:15 PM by Chilifro
Be kind.(@Roy) Hastur: Into weapons per se? Hmm... Unlikely, it's too fragile. But you can powderize them and, for example, make tracer rounds. Or even better - these shards contain essence of the moment when a Great Old One was born, and we overpower most creatures of the three-dimensional realm. It's hard to imagine something that won't be brought down by bullets coated with such powder.
With that, he starts walking towards the town entrance and the desert.
edited 2nd Aug '16 9:38:02 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
You've spent about half an hour walking, and the Middle of Nowhere is only a brown blot near the horizon right now. Wherever you look, there's yellow sea of sand around you, and as the air ripples due to heat you finally notice still-smouldering vortex of charred sand baked into glass in a hundred yards before you. An almost-perfectly spherical object made of yellow ceramics about eight feet in diameter is half-buried in sand amidst the crater, large crack on its surface. The arrival of the King In Yellow has left quite a mark on the landscape.
Looking around, you then notice something... out of place. Brightly-coloured plants, reptiles and birds more fitting for a tropical jungle than for a barren waste are emerging from the sand, seemingly appearing due to the eldritch essence of the place terraforming the land around it.
A single figure, over two meters tall, stands with its back turned to you, covered with a brightly yellow hooded tattered cape from head to toe. It is silent, and observes the oasis rapidly sprouting amidst the desert. It doesn't seem to react to you approaching it, if it even hears you in the first place.
Hastur looks at it, amazed and unable to utter a single word. He slowly walks closer to the figure.
edited 2nd Aug '16 10:11:57 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Lisa: Well, never judge someone by how they look.
Hastur doesn't respond, seemingly entranced by the sight. And as he comes closer, shorter than the Stranger by more than two feet, the figure turns towards him, its tatters rustling as leaves on the wind. Its face is still covered, but this time by the shadow cast by its hood. It doesn't seem to mind that you are armed, simply outstretching its arm, all skin down to every finger covered by mottled yellow wraps and reaching for your tentacled friend.
And now before your eyes unfolds the scene straight from E.T. - the one with light coming from the finger. Except that now the light comes from the Stranger's palm and it lays it over Hastur's face, covering it fully. The light envelops them both, and as it dissipates, you don't see the little Hastur, only the menacing figure
◊ looming over the world that it has begun recreating.
A little yellow crystal strapped to a cord lies in a few steps near it, glowing subtly. The Stranger doesn't seem to mind it - or you, that said - but the pendant is jumping up and down as if trying to lift itself up in the air, but being too weak to do it. It still tenaciously tries to leave traces in the sand by its deliberate moving, however.
edited 2nd Aug '16 10:26:48 PM by TheRiddleOfCards

(@Auron) Hastur: I'd depart right now. The desert is kinda... monotonous, so we'd better go now while I can backtrack in the sunlight.
(@Team) Hastur: So, you people ready?