seven replacements

[fellinavolcano]

--all these people, you've got to be joking-

[he sounds annoyed, but that changes to thoughtfulness.]

So, a sudden influx from different worlds. I see. God-Generals, report.

(ooc: Anything works, go go go. ♥)

Comments

[tempestwards]

[ ... What's with that mask and why the fuck are you wearing my clothes. ] ... God-Generals?

1/3

[fellinavolcano]

[you don't sound like the regular Ions.]

[fellinavolcano]

[

is that my haircut.]

[fellinavolcano]

And who are you supposed to be?

[stopfevertime]

When did you get here?

1/2

[fellinavolcano]

[fellinavolcano]

Don't tell me you haven't been paying attention.

[distemperate]

Yes?

[fellinavolcano]

Oh. It's you.

[theligerchild]

Sync!

[fellinavolcano]

Arietta. So you're here.

[theligerchild]

Where is here?

[equusmaluschoir]

[You get a blinking message on your Network Device. Do you answer it?]

[fellinavolcano]

[... Y.]

[equusmaluschoir]

[Congratulations! You get three grown men dressed as cowboys appearing literally out of nowhere. They stand two on one side, one on the other, and begin to sing.]

Tempest (called Sync), Tempest (called Sync)!
You fell in a volcano, and yet somehow survived,
But perhaps it’s City magic that makes you alive.
However in your own mind, you wonder if you’re worth a five.
A useless rep,
god-general forbid,
We’re here to say;
Cheer up emo kid!

[And then they leave just as they entered, but with the sound of a cross between a whip and a gun, with no trace of them having been there.]