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Blake tilted his head, seeming highly interested. "So, let me get this straight: "Your kind" is a race or people that require the death of a world in order to be born? I've never heard of such a thing before, how does that work exactly?"
Tiffany walks in
Tiffany: hello everyone
Blake nodded courteously at the newcomer. "Hello, welcome!"
“You’ve got that right.”
She nodded, looking back to him with a smile.
“I would tell you, but that’s classified information, apparently.”
"Ah, well, I understand," Blake said, turning to Actonolite. "I'm no stranger to sensitive information. Still, I wish you luck with your endeavors–it sounds like an admirable venture. What would you say is the biggest roadblock between you and success at the moment?"
(hey y'all okay if I enter?)
(Would it be alright if I joined?)
(fine by me)
Iamus then randomly phases into the room, "well… hello people, guess I overshot. I was looking to go to mars today but, this.. this ain't mars"
(yeah so IAMUS, the only villain I currently have up here, and want up until recently. Is who I'm going to use because I like him better than some of my other villains, hence the username)
"No, I don't think it is," Blake replied, glancing over curiously. "And who might you be?"
"I am IAMUS" said the distorted glitching being in five voices at once "A shattered void wraith created when five dead souls collided, I enjoy bringing chaos and anarchy to worlds, now if you could answer the same?"
Blake brightened. "It's a pleasure to meet you! I'm called Blake, of Cloudshade Incorporated. I too enjoy making mischief among mortals. It's always nice to run into a like-minded individual, I must say. How do you do?"
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((oooooOOohhhhhhhhh i wanna))
((i really wannannananannana))
(Ooh, is this still open?)
(getting crowded in here but y'all can totally join as far as I'm concerned ^^)
((yEs))
Zaran was flung from his universe, he hit a tree with a thud sending a strange black mist out of him from the immense pain and sheer force.
"ow.. my head.."
The mist mumbled something in the old tounge,
"G̴̡̛͌̀̒̑̒͒́̊̋̕͝r̸̤͇̬͉̘̠̠̻͓͓̱̆̈́ẹ̵͓̀͂́̎̾̌̑͗̉͝à̴͔̹͕̫̥̦̤̦͓͛̈͗͑͂͛̆̈́t̶̢͎͙̠̪̺͉̗̮̏̋̏̎̋̑̃̎̈́̌̕ͅ.̶̢̙͇̯͖̫̼̫̀̈̾̿̏̓́͊͝͠͝͝ ̸̧͎̖̖̖̮͉̤̹̫̮̇̽͑́̾͠Ẇ̶̡̙͖̻̬͓̝͓̱̼͍͇̪͕̻̌̐͒̃̊̐̑ë̴̛̛̬͍͊ ̸̢̥̮͙͈͍̻̬̠̣͖͍̼̝̾̇̆̂̈͌̚ͅả̵̡͙̜̝̺̺̙̺͎͈̖̻̩́͗͌̌ͅr̸̨̫̪̟͙̼̝͗̑̈͑̌̉̚͜ę̵͖̙͍̼̦̺̮̯̲̌̑͐́̌̏́̂͘͜͠͠ ̸̡̢͉̭̺̪̪͚͈͖̄̀̎͊̐̑̈́̈́͂̐͌̓̿͐͝ļ̷̨̯̣̻͇̬͍͚̳̰̣̈́͐̾̉̀͂̎̈́̕͜ỏ̵̢͇͙̩͙͕̞̯̼͓͎̘̇s̷̡̜̖̫̦̻͓͕̲̠̒͆̓͌͒̄̀͐̉̍̕͜ţ̶̛̦̯̳̘͛͐̋̓̆͊͆͆̕.̴̧̰̦̟͙͎̣̯̞̖̜̘̄̆̓͝͝ ̸̛͙̰͖͙̪̭͚͈͓͒̿̓͛̿͛̉̈́̿͛̈̑͘T̸̨̡̺̻́̏͐̈h̴̻͎̤̹͙̞̭͓̰͑̈͑̈́̔͑͗ͅi̶̘̤̦͎̲͑͋s̷̯̠̮̜̈́̋̆̀̃̇͊̆͘ ̵̢̣̼̜̰̣̂̈́̾̽͑i̵̢̨̝̭̬̠͈̲̥̮͚̓̓͠͠s̷̨̹͔͔͕̳̦̙̈́̑̈́͑̃̓̀̄̉̄̔͠ͅ ̴̨̣͎̥͙̳͙̝͎͂̈́̐̆́̋̃̐̅͊̆̋̚w̸̠̜̼̠̘̤̬̅̾̈̒̋̈͠͝h̴̰̝̹͖͚̤̋̕ÿ̸̛̦̠̘́̿̅͊̒̋ ̵͎͖̥͉͇̳͇͕̺͈̏̀̕ͅͅẃ̴̯̪͈̠̦̣̘͖̲̙͍͔͉͈͆̋̔̄̚͝ͅę̴̢̨̢̟͔͔̣͉̝̱̺͂͊̃͊̽̀ ̸͖̥͋̒̀̀̇̈́̐͊̔̊̕̚d̵̞͔̻̠̗̳̱̺̩̦̿̓̍̊̆̑̿̔͠ỏ̵̧̢̱̻͔͚̜̓͋̒͌̂̏͜n̴̲̳̱͂́'̵̧̼̲͙͚̟̪̓̏͒̍ṫ̵̛̫̫̮̫͊͆̏͒͒̆̔̄̇̎̀͠ ̸̢̨̢̛̛͔̺͈͈̫̭̘̓͑̓̆̀̋́̊̄̂̈́͠m̶̡̢͙̘̳͉̘͙̞̐̂̅̽̇͝ͅë̸̱́̈̾̔̍̈́̀̀̔̅s̷̹̜͈͑͆͆̉͋͒s̸̫̞̟͇̭͎̻̀̍̾̅̓̿́ ̴̣͓̭̏w̸̘̲̮̦̪̲͕̮̮̜̱̅̅͗̊̌ͅi̵̠̺̬͎͍̼͗t̴̠̱̜̼̻͉̖͍̲̠̺̗̱̼͐̂̈̐̋̓̍̒́͑̅͜h̸̡͍̫͉͚̜̮̟̲̮͉͉̬̯̼͂̉̉ ̴̙̞̘͓͕̗̤̪̜̭͓̓̈́͊̄̈͌̀̋͗̀̔͗̒p̵̛͈͆̄͋̂̍͌͝͠ë̸͈͎͔͖̼͕̭̙̓̌͐̍͂̑̂͐̆̃̕͠ơ̷̩̟͐̎͗̌̔̿̍͘̕͝p̴͓͇̘͇̌̈́̏̓̋͋͆̔͆̔̈̆͘l̷̝̱̹͎̬̼̘͉̒̀̇͐̃̔̉͊͊͑̚̕͝͠ͅͅè̵͉͆ ̴̛̬͎̖̼͕͈̭̎̀̋̃̾͂̐ḽ̸̛̦̀̍̆́̽̿̋̆͝i̶̝̱̖̺͚͉̅͆k̷̨̛̠͙̳͈̻̗̙͚̻̰̋́̉͐̒͑̅̽͘ȅ̴̥͍͙̤̰ ̵̞͍̙͚̒̎̅̈́̿̚t̷̰̫͎̟̼̜̩̳̘̀̉́̑͋̍̏͛̋͑͆̆̿h̵̨̼̗̝͉̝̠̜͔̒ą̷̢̨̮̖͉͈̫̞̞́̆̿́̎̄ť̵͓̥̘̯̼̊̀̾̋͊̾́͌̿̇̾ͅ.̶̧̳͉̱̮̲͝ ̵͚̀̅̀̃̓̈ͅͅI̴̯̰̪̒͗̉̉͑̄̂̕ ̵̛͚͎̯̘̲̭̩̅̂̈́͛̄̑̐̊́͒͗͝A̸̢̭̪̅̓̊̆̔́̃̂̒̍̾̎̓͝M̵͉͙͇̳̰̦̙̲̯̭̈́͐͌̊́̎̓͒̕͜͝ͅ ̵͈͓̐̇̀̈́̓͒̀̾̾I̶̢͎̟̬̝͓̳̪̞̩̲̓͗͊͌̎̊͜͜͠N̴̗̏̐́ ̷̢̩̞͎̬͈̭̜̤̮͓̺͐C̴̡͙̝̔̎̍̍͛̎O̵̧̧̘̩̙̫̼̯̲͔̮̙̙͉͗̿̉N̶̥̗̻̤̮͉̦̱̝̲̜̦͓̥̰̎̀͆T̵̤̑͆̈́̉R̸̡̙̪̜̤̞͇͇̘̫̞̽̎̀̀̎̉͑̑̏͜Ọ̵̲̽͒̎͑͊̒͘̚Ļ̵̧̡̛̩̺̼̙̭̓̑͊̍.̸͖͉͈͖̓̇͆̍͋̓̅̔ ̵̩̏́Y̷̨̢̢̛̙̖̪͉̺͓͇̅͒̊̊͂̃̄̽̈̊̿̆̃͆O̵͕̺̭̪̥̬̲̤̐̒̔̀Ú̴̡̢͚̻̻̲̳̫͎̭̞̹̜̭̓́̽̐́͌̽̍̐̀͜ ̸̨̧̼̙̌̈̑̎̉̾͆͜W̵̹͌À̴̢̲̣̫̰̦͔̣̭̕Ņ̶͌T̸̤̝̺͍͈̩̳͓̲̺̤͚͆̇̒̀̀̀̾̑͘̕E̶̡̡̨̨̗͎̜͚̲͙̗̹̼̠̐̈́͒̈́͜D̶̨̛̹̳͗̂͑̑̊̊̉̓̊̇̾̔̑͝ ̴̗̺̮͒͋͊̇̎̓̾̽͝͝Ţ̷̡͓̤̪̀͝O̶͍̻͗͌͆̑ ̸̢̥͕̬̤̟̀͗͒̈́͛̑̔H̸͉̯̥͙̞̠̮̮̳̅̈́̎̾̄̒͘͝͝͠O̵̼͚̍͆́͌̀̋͒͂̀̄̚͘͜͠S̶̡͙̟̳̯̤̪̬̘͋̔͐́͝T̴͎̮̟̖̾͜ͅ ̵̪̦̩̹̟̺̖̮͍́́̅̑̄̚͜ͅM̸͇͕͉̬̝̞̄E̶̗̣̭̬̞̬͚̟̻̫̐̈́͂̋͊͑͊̿̅̂̆͐̕,̷̧̗͓̫͑̿͒̃͆͗͒̎̊̚͠ ̵͔̾̅͒̌̽̚͜Ṣ̸̨͇̙͙̐͐̿̑̓Ô̵̡̘͓̝̖̰̤̲̤͓̂͐͌̈́̚ ̴̺̖̣͙̖̩̽̒͊̇̀̎̌̕͝I̶̧̫͙̤͓̭̱̠̹͕̬̝̼̼͐̋͆͆̓̓̅̑͝͝ͅ ̶̡̛̛̛͔͖̮͔̥̯͋̇̾̽͒̐́͒̚͝Ẫ̵̡̮̤̼͂͂͑̌͜͠ͅM̷͇͕̞̦̰̝͕͖͙̯̟͕̝͒͗́̃̒̔͗ ̸̧͙͕̥͚̬̗̫̬̯̮̔͐̊̈́̉͛̈́̈́͝͠Ì̴̛̟͌̊̏͂͋̈̎̊̚͠Ņ̶̢̜͇͇͍̼̠̹̫͍̦̄̌͆̆́̎́͂̎̊̒͆̌̍ ̴̧̢̢͈̘̰̯̺͕̹̰̖̪͒̍̎̉̃̍͘̕͜͜͝C̸̡͂̍͊̒̄́Ȍ̵̧̢̙̜͚̱̥̗̦̿͘̕͜͝N̶̛̙͚̜̪̖̻̓̇̈́̌̿̊͛T̷̢̠͔̃̓̓̈́̇͒̏̍̊̕̚R̷̢͈͚͉̭̰͂̈́̄͂̀̏̉̌̚Ő̶̗̄̓̾͆̋̚Ļ̷̡̧̦̻̪̜͔̖͔͖̼̺͐͋̈́̇̾͛̋̚͠.̵̧̼̯͔͇̮̳̠̥͆̔̆͗́́̑͌͊̀̔̊̕͘͝
"Yes sir.. I understand," Zaran said, putting his head down, he then put it back up, opening his mouth.
The mist reluctantly flew back in, "This kid is such an idiot."
"Wait, who are you?" said IAMUS curiously, seeming to glitch towards the person on the ground "Why are you inhaling smoke, I've seen some weird shit in my days but this takes the cake……."
"The kid? I believe his name is Zaran? i don't know. Never bothered to ask."
A small, gray figure darted through the room, before coming to a stop on a mantel. It appeared to be a child, with ashen gray skin and silver hair in pigtails that seemed to defy gravity, floating above the girl's head. She wore a long, black silky dress, embroidered with spiderwebs. Her feet were bare.
A high-pitched voice seemed to ring from the very corners of the room. Hello. The girl opened her eyes. One of her eyes was a blinding white, the other a pitch-black void.
The child jumped off the mantel, a cloud of mist erupting from her feet as soon as they touched the ground.
The boy's hair seemed to defy gravity, his eyes were pitch black and cold. His skin was colder than the way he looked, was he.. dead? No, he was breathing. He had a pulse. So what is he?
Blake raised an eyebrow. "Goodness, this place seems to be drawing in people from all over the reality cortex." Thoughtfully, he turned his gaze to the room itself and, after a moment, it got bigger, stretching out at the corners so as to hold them all more comfortably. In his experience, powerful and unstable super-beings could never have too much personal space. "There, that's better."
"Why thank you good sir" Said IAMUS reclining in some invisible chair "I am much obliged for your" he waved his hand in the air as if trying to illustrate his point "services".
The girl opened her mouth to speak, revealing pointed canines. "You can expand the room?" Her voice sounded much like that of a normal little girl. "Interesting."
She surveyed the room, and the people inside it, clasping her hands behind her back as she walked around the room. As she walked, clouds of mist still came from her feet.