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located in Valderia, a part of The Magic Hunters of Valderia, one of the many universes on RPG.




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Character Portrait: Thomas Aefenleoht Character Portrait: Fea Rainglore Character Portrait: Spotface Character Portrait: Hugo Tyrus Character Portrait: VPS-GWF3: Gainsboro Twelve Character Portrait: Val
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June 21--10:56 AM
Kergstien, Solarian Empire

The puppeteer lowered his bracelet arm, having finished the call with Michael. Just as he turned back to the goblin, however, he suddenly saw one of the giants reaching up and gripping the side of the building. His mouth only formed half of a warning cry before the building they were standing upon was reduced to rubble, sending Thomas flying to the base of the building.

"Shit!" Thomas gasped, before leaping to his feet and dashing as close to the wrecked building as he dared. "Hey! Goblin! A-are you there?" He was instead treated to the sound of the giants roaring as they raced towards him. Biting his lip and cursing bitterly, the puppeteer turned on his heel and started running away, fully aware that he could not hope to run away from the giants like this.

Central Square was only one block away. Thomas' muscles were screaming, and sweat soaked his elegant, pale yellow clothes, but all he could think about was the goblin he had left behind. Just a bit further. I just need to get my puppet box back, goblin, and I'll show those bastards for what they've done to you, me, and everyone here who came just to enjoy this festival.

(OOC: Spotface was miraculously ignored by the cultists after the building collapsed, so he only has to worry about digging himself out. Of course, considering how long I waited before posting, I figure you've lost interest already.)


Michael nodded to the badger man. "Thanks for your help," he said with a polite smile. "Now let's go!" Ignoring the Huntsmaster in the black trenchcoat and the bunny girl who had just come out of the sewers behind them, he ran towards Central Square, making sure the badger could keep up at all times.

They raced past the guards, despite warnings being shouted at them, and dashed into the adjoining streets. Michael slowed down at each corner, peeking out to make sure the coast was clear before running down each alley and avenue. The last thing they wanted was to run into those cultist monsters. The attack had been taxing on everyone, and Michael knew how suicidal this was.

As he peered around another corner, however, he suddenly saw a figure in a yellow poncho walking in their direction. At first, Michael prepared to respond with an attack, but then he heard the whirring of servos and grinding of metal parts against each other. With a second glance under the hood of the poncho, he realized it was the robot he had been fighting alongside earlier!

The robot was in horrible shape. Its plating was charred and blackened, and it was stumbling along while dragging an ax on the ground, behind its back. Most of the left arm had been completely ripped off. "Oh, no..." Michael looked him up and down, before clearing his throat. "Erm. Glad to see you're alive--ah, I mean..." What was he supposed to say? It was a robot. Never mind. "Anyway, the train station is that way. Just a few more blocks."

After a slight pause, he asked with a more worried tone, "Also, are there still too many cultists now? My brother is still out there."