The right head looks around at the group and says, "I think we've got enough weirdness here." "None of me know you, and I get around." The left head says "Who are you and what is it you want?" The center head asks as Orcorix gets into a fighting stance, drawing his many weapons.
The entity puts one foot in front of the other and performs a deep, flourishing bow. "I am but a humble eye. My task: to perceive."
Its head rises to stare at Orcorix.
"You certainly would not know of me."
A snarling voice interrupts him, a maiden clothed in not black, but blackness itself, materializing with a puff.
The entity puts one foot in front of the other and performs a deep, flourishing bow. "I am but a humble eye. My task: to perceive."
Its head rises to stare at Orcorix.
"You certainly would not know of me."
A snarling voice interrupts him, a maiden clothed in not black, but blackness itself, materializing with a puff.
"You should not be here."
"Neither should you!" Left Orcorix growls while Right Orcorix asks, "I thought this was supposed to be a private and secret meeting? Where is everyone coming from?" Center Orcorix, being the sensible one, asks Metru and the Oracle, "Which should I kill?"
A snarling voice interrupts him, a maiden clothed in not black, but blackness itself, materializing with a puff.
"You should not be here."
"Neither should you!" Left Orcorix growls while Right Orcorix asks, "I thought this was supposed to be a private and secret meeting? Where is everyone coming from?" Center Orcorix, being the sensible one, asks Metru and the Oracle, "Which should I kill?"
The woman glares at the Makuta.
"I came from my observatory. I am not here to interfere." She also gestures to the surrounding location. "This is hardly private or secretive." She drawls. She leans on a scythe, which materializes, her charcoal lips tilted down. "What threat do you sense, Oracle? This realm is under my protection, and I wish no harm to come to it." She says, her purple eyes glowing. Wings flicker behind her, and, for some reason, the exact details of her appearance remain foggy to even those who look directly at her.
The Oracle gets a slightly cheery tone in his voice, “Because that’s who I am and what I do! But given who you are and what you do, such things should be apparent.”
The entity puts one foot in front of the other and performs a deep, flourishing bow. "I am but a humble eye. My task: to perceive."
Its head rises to stare at Orcorix.
"You certainly would not know of me."
The center head asks, "So you're not the interfering/fighting kind of guy."
The left head asks, "And why is that?"
"I watch, and I listen. Violence is never necessary... unless a hopeless fool insists. As for your question, I am fairly new here. No, not just in this city, and not just in this world."
A snarling voice interrupts him, a maiden clothed in not black, but blackness itself, materializing with a puff.
"You should not be here."
The entity stares at the new arrival for a short moment before saying bluntly,
"Excuse you."
It turns its head to the Oracle.
"Is there a private place where we can continue our discussion? I apologize for inviting myself along, but I believe I can help you."
“Hrm. Yes. I believe you can, although I have to suspect ulterior motives.” A blue hue surrounds the rooftop party, purple voice excluded, it flashes and the group vanishes.
The entity stares at the new arrival for a short moment before saying bluntly,
"Excuse you."
It turns its head to the Oracle.
"Is there a private place where we can continue our discussion? I apologize for inviting myself along, but I believe I can help you."
“Hrm. Yes. I believe you can, although I have to suspect ulterior motives.” A blue hue surrounds the rooftop party, purple voice excluded, it flashes and the group vanishes.
Proceed to The Facility
'Purple Voice' blinks, and frowns when the light fades. "Everybody always leaves.." She mutters drearily
“Hrm. Yes. I believe you can, although I have to suspect ulterior motives.” A blue hue surrounds the rooftop party, purple voice excluded, it flashes and the group vanishes.
Proceed to The Facility
'Purple Voice' blinks, and frowns when the light fades. "Everybody always leaves.." She mutters drearily
An echo of what might of been, a dread wind blows, and whispers into the ears of the purple voice.
