tempest-toss

[tempest-toss]

Once back at the doors Three knocks on Four's, waits a few minutes and then enters, ready to tell his dad about the talks he had.

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

"Speaking of which, I should go, I need to talk with my dads. It was nice to meet you, Lock."

Three gave a smile before turning and returning the way he came.

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

"I never met my Ms. Lock, so unfortunately I cannot fully say the same, but I can sympathize with you."

He slips the gloves back on and stands up.

"Is the meeting still happening? Or has it been postponed til tomorrow? I've been here for a while now."

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

"Little Misters are supposed to. That's one of our best qualities."

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

Three obliges with a smile, glad to be working with a sibling again, even if she technically wasn't.

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

Five finishes a cross-stitch before wondering aloud.

"Weren't we supposed to have a neeting a few hours ago?"

#the child #five

[tempest-toss]

"Father always loved rainbows. Even through us they can be made."

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

"There. That should be all of them."

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

Three takes off his other gloves and begins to touch the leaves. They slowly begin crystallizing. Rose quartz, emerald, Sapphire, ruby, and even Amber replace the forest leaves in front of them.

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

"Oh! I'm so sorry for ruining the balance! Should I make the others into gems and minerals or would it be better if I got rid of it for you?"

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges #[/apologetic]

[tempest-toss]

"Quietly? Is that the Wondertainment way?" Three lightly laughs before pulling off one of his gloves and grabbing one of the leaves, turning it into quartz.

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

"No need to apologize. I cry a lot more now since Eight explained how it can be a great way to process emotions to just let them out."

He stops to hand the coins back to Ms. Lock.

"Maybe our dads can team up, and bring everyone back?"

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges #[/hopeful]

[tempest-toss]

Three turns over the coins in his hands, thoughts running wild in his head.

"If it's any consolation... Dad has been secretly working. He thinks he has found a way to harness whimsy to bring back Mr. Soap."

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

"That's... nice."

He stops to pick up one of the Wondertainment coins.

"After the first batch died, he vowed to never have us die again. He was able to save Mr. Candy after he was nearly devoured, and was able to place Ms. Lake into a liveable state after she was left for dead. He created the Fix-it! Workshop. Batch 3 were sent there after a slew of attacks culminating in Mr. Metronome getting shot in the eye."

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges #tw: death #tw: injuries

[tempest-toss]

Three is silent as he tries to think about this.

"Your version of Dad...did he not try to fix the other me?"

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#((thank you!)) #O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

"Me? There's a Mr. Rich or whatever I'm called here?"

Three gently picks up one of the leaves and turns it around in his hands.

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#((mobile is screaming at me and pc lags #can we continue on a new thread?)) #O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges

[tempest-toss]

"Counting me... there's 75 of us. But... none of the original batch."

(@tempest-toss)

A pathway opened, and out stepped the first of Tempest's overseers. Bearing a roman numeral one on her lapel, it seems she was the first overseer, the Archivist. She seemed to be dressed in average garb for an overseer.

Right behind her stepped a tall man with violet hair and fox ears, wearing a beautiful silk kimono with a roman numeral two stitched on it. The others are probably arriving in sequential fashion. Two gives a respectful bow, allowing all nine tails to unfurl themselves.

Next came Three, who looked to be a bit of a modern hipster, wearing glasses and a scarf and giving a chipper wave. His hands were covered by a set of victorian gloves, ones that barely withheld the Wondertainment tattoo on his wrists.

With a loud stomp, a herculean build ducked through the portal. Standing at 14 feet was the large werewolf deity, Four. His heavy antlers nearly scratching the ceiling, some petals from his antlers falling as they made contact.

In a complete contrast, out came a small child, the one and only Five. With a polite bow and spin she skips her way out of the way of the portal.

Two individuals come out next, Six and Seven. Six comes through in his human form, the only marker of his true nature being some scales along his neck. Seven is dressed in a full business suit, taking the casual out of business casual. Her outfit hides methods to kill, lest the assassin needs it.

Eight comes out next, who like Three, bears a more modern outfit. They smile before signing a thankful message of being invited here. Nine stumbles out right after them, hunched over and looking a bit miserable. The skittish alchemist is wearing a half-mask, trying to cover up something wrong with his face.

Ten arrives and is dressed in almost completely modern attire. He still looks professional, taking his job serious, but it seems he's having a bit of fun with it.

Eleven and Twelve arrives next. Eleven is dressed in an expensive Italian suit, while Twelve is dressed in more shabby clothing to hide his wings. Eleven makes a joking read about Twelve, earning a hiss from the insectoid, who reveals his mandibles in anger.

The last three arrive and shut the portal behind them. Thirteen gives a salute, stowing away her titular sniper rifle on her back. She holds up a laptop displaying 13-ii. The screen flickers, showing a familiar duo-chrome face briefly.

"Greetings Alternate Council."

He speaks in a familiar robotic fashion. Three Fourteens, dressed like Ten, begin to chatter among themselves before the center one claps and the Fourteens merge into a single one. Then he gives a polite wave

[Zero meets the group at the enterance to Site-01, which appears as a large mansion. The building's front door visiblly grows in size to accomodate the newcommers.]

ᎶᏒᏋᏋᏖᎥᏁᎶᏕ! ᎥᏖ'Ꮥ Ꮧ ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏬᏒᏋ ᏖᎧ ᎷᏋᏋᏖ ᏗᏝᏝ ᎧᎦ ᎩᎧᏬ ᎥᏁ ᎮᏋᏒᏕᎧᏁ! Ꭵ ᏗᎷ ፚᏋᏒᎧ, ᏖᏂᏋ ᏗᎴᎷᎥᏁᎥᏕᏖᏒᏗᏖᎧᏒ ᎧᎦ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎧᏒᏝᎴ'Ꮥ ᎦᎧᏬᏁᎴᏗᏖᎥᎧᏁ. ᎮᏝᏋᏗᏕᏋ, ፈᎧᎷᏋ ᎥᏁᏕᎥᎴᏋ.

(Greetings! It's a pleasure to meet all of you in person! I am Zero, the Administrator of this world's Foundation. Please, come inside.)

#O5-04 #Three #Avant-Garde #Event: Making Bridges