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[abetterxena]

...What the...

What the hell is this?! This isn't...where is...I was just about to...!

ELLIMIST! Is this some sort of joke?! I swear, if you went ahead and decided to stick your nose in our business again, I'll...I'll! [Can't think of anything she can do]

DAMMIT.

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[guidingelegy]

Oh, good day! Welcome to Template City.

[abetterxena]

Who are you?! [Manages to look threatening in a leotard]

[guidingelegy]

[lol, totally unphased. Trust me, it's not you, it's her] Professor Gelda Nebilim, my dear. And you are...?

[abetterxena]

[Doesn't like the look of her] Like hell I'd tell you. Now, Professor, you are going to tell me why I suddenly ended up here. In detail.

[notachickenhawk]

[Swoops down.]

[abetterxena]

...Tobias?! [Looks extremely confused. D= ] What is going on here?!

[notachickenhawk]

[abetterxena]

...Sub-Visser Fifty-One? Are you joking? That happened ages ago.

[necromantic]

You'll calm down, so you can actually get some answers to your questions?

Although that may be a bit too much to hope for...

[abetterxena]

I'll get answers whether I'm calm or not.

[necromantic]

Of course.

But one way is always easier than the other. I had thought that was common sense, but I have been wrong, oh, a few times before.

[firebranded]

Heh. We haven't had an angry one in a while.

[abetterxena]

Do you have a problem with me being angry?

[firebranded]

Not really, no. It's kind of cute.

[abetterxena]

Ah, really? And you're kind of a creep.

[sealedbowsavior]

Nnn, nope. No joke. You're in Template City now, just like me, and anyone else who can see you.