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located in Earth, a part of Puppeteers, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Jessica Olson Character Portrait: Phillip Pêche
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Phillip has came back from school. He was surprised no one tried to give him and his friend any trouble. "Alright, see ya later man." He was looking forward to a nice weekend of fishing, get a few brook trout-they'd be eating well. He opened the door to find his brother and sister in law in the kitchen. They had moved in after his parents...left. "Hey Phil." His brother was starting supper as Phil picked up the letter on the table. "What's this?" His brother saw the seal and explained to him "The puppeteers of course! Always gotta put their goddamn nose in everything..." They were raised to not feel superior to mortals, they were still living beings. "Ah, you're going back to Scotland? Say hello to demoman while you're there." After a pause, Phil was led by his brother into his room. "Here." A knife was drawn on him. "Dad used this in the trials, and he gave me it to do the same. Now it's your turn bro." Phil folded the Fox 599 Karambit, and put it in his pocket. "Thanks man."

Before Phil was sent up to pack, his brother mentioned the "money for the trip. Dad saved enough, he knew this'd come." Phil's packing was brief, he wasn't planning on being gone for too long. He just dumped out his backpack, and stuffed in what he needed. enough clothes... he clipped the carabiner on his belt loop. It had his Sheffield, forceps, measuring tape.. "necessary stuff," making sure not to forget his headphones. He parted his home, with a farewell from his brother. "Hey, show them pussies how it's done." Phil promised him he would as he walked away. "Sure will."

His parents were the only one's who drove, and his brother didn't have a license. "One hell of a walk. Good thing they gave me five days...." He wasn't that far, only a one hour drive. Moving the headphones from his neck, and mounting them on his head, a bit of music would hurry up the process.

The club music had ended, and now Chezidek was playing. He was so glad to of brought his headphones, but there was one downside. He had arrived at the campus, but hadn't noticed he was swinging his arms slightly and was whispering "call pon dem..." He began to wait around for people to flow in, yet only one of them did. "Who's that?" Phil decided to introduce himself. He began to walk towards Jessica, but was soon having second thoughts and turned bashful. Managing a few words, "I'm here." He thought this was an internal victory, and he would be sure to celebrate.