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[enduringwinter]

[There's a new face tonight. Richter steps onto the plane without stumbling, looking for all intents and purposes like he had been doing this forever. He reaches up, probably to brush hair out of his eyes, but stops and lets his hand drop to his side]

This place is... No, the Temples have a different atmosphere.

[Richter looks around some

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[formervanguard]

[Marta's just relaxing on the Plane minding her own business, probably looking for Emil or something... and then, she spots the new arrival. Redhead. Familiar. Oh, it's Richter.

... Richter.

... Oh, goddess...! Richter is on the Plane. Marta gasps, and very nearly screams, but she manages to stifle as quickly as she can.]

You...!

[formervanguard]

[Damn straight, you'd better not complain. She did you a favor! That she didn't even mean to do. UGH! Fine, he can just go read the stupid brochures for answers, then! She just gives a frustrated groan before she turns to go.]

[enduringwinter]

[he doesn't bother to stop her. Doesn't see the point in stopping her and so lets her go her own way for a second before making his way back to the kiosk... Or maybe he was heading back. One of the two]