[The feed clicks on to reveal a silvery blue haired man in a green suit of chain mail armor, fiddling with his communicator, try to discover how it works. He eventually notices that the device seems to be broadcasting him, and he smiles]
So... Whisked out of sigil to walk the planes once more? Did I perhaps stumble through a planar door? A nexus
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...You are used to such an experience?
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Yes, actually I am rather used to such experiences. I must admit this is one of the weirder ways I've taken such a journey, but certainly not the weirdest.
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The Scientists placed a chip that suppresses such things inside of each of us.
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A chip? So... the scientists did indeed do something to me... I wonder how I will deal with this predicament. What is your name my good man? I appreciate the well informed hospitality you have shown me.
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I am Japan. Pleased to meet you.
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[You could almost hear Haer'Dalis' flourishing bow in return even though he knows he can't be seen.]
And I my good friend, am Haer'Dalis~
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Haer'Dalis-san, then. I apologize, this is surely not a desirable place to land...
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This place is much the same. You could look at the crumbling buildings, and mourn the loss of an empire, or you could look at the beauty of the destruction around you. Ah, but perhaps I have only confused you, my doomguard ideals are a difficult thing to explain to many.
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