We Are Our Avatars X (Closed, Ended)
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Scanning over the area, the watcher mulled over what they saw. They didn't recognise either the appearance and smell of what flowers they could find, and so their thoughts returned to what people they'd seen so far. They looked like they were from the same place, even if they did speak the same language. Topaz and Aqua confused the watcher the most; with their inorganic appearances, one of them being a goliath, and their scents being that of stone.
Overlooking the area more, the watcher gaze swooped over the group standing around Matilda, and looked back when they noticed what seemed like a rodent with smoking trails behind them, being talked to by some in the group. It was at this point the watcher considered the possibility that they were still sleeping, and experiencing a bizarre lucid dream.
Lightly shaking their head, the watched tucked in their left wing to alter course, their gaze falling on Shara as she walked to her hut in doing so.
Overlooking the area more, the watcher gaze swooped over the group standing around Matilda, and looked back when they noticed what seemed like a rodent with smoking trails behind them, being talked to by some in the group. It was at this point the watcher considered the possibility that they were still sleeping, and experiencing a bizarre lucid dream.
Lightly shaking their head, the watched tucked in their left wing to alter course, their gaze falling on Shara as she walked to her hut in doing so.
Matilda walked over towards Homer and Speedy, tapping her cane on the ground as she went. [color=006d5b]"So, how many people have turned up here so far?"[/color] she asked once she stopped moving.
You step into your hut, frowning as you always do at the simple nature of it. Once again, you consider how far you've fallen, and you long back to your beloved Sworder. Shaking your head, you gather up three buckets, hanging two on your hook and taking the third in your hand.
Seeing Shara actually enter a the hut, the watcher cocked their head to the side as they considered what to do. As she seemed to be a native, approaching her might get some more insight about the area, while on the other hand, doing so could reveal more then the watcher wished. They came to a decision before long, and flew east-wards while descending. The benefits of learning about the area, they figured, outweighed the risk of someone possible connecting them to their appearance as a feline earlier.
Landing at the edge of the village, the watcher assumed the form of a human, a Caucasian man in their late twenties, clad in a striped grey suid, erasing their avian footprints in doing so. "Well then", the watcher said to themselves under their breath after softly clearing their throat. They then walked into the village at a casual pace, still partially sinking into the ground as they walked.
Soon, the watcher reached Shara's hut, and knocked on the door frame with their knuckles.
Landing at the edge of the village, the watcher assumed the form of a human, a Caucasian man in their late twenties, clad in a striped grey suid, erasing their avian footprints in doing so. "Well then", the watcher said to themselves under their breath after softly clearing their throat. They then walked into the village at a casual pace, still partially sinking into the ground as they walked.
Soon, the watcher reached Shara's hut, and knocked on the door frame with their knuckles.
[color=006d5b]"Does anything look familiar to you? Last time this happened, I ended up on a different version of my homeworld. So maybe the same happened to one of you."[/color] Matilda replied.
You spin around as you hear a knock on the door, having lost yourself in memories. Looking at the man in the door, you conclude immediately that he's another outsider. [color=0066cc]"Yes? Who're you, and what do you want?"[/color] - You ask, in a slightly hostile manner. Just in case, you decide to place the third bucket on the hook as well, so you've at least got one hand free.
[color=006d5b]"That sucks."[/color] Matilda said, not reacting to Homer looking around. He may notice that she wasn't even facing him, instead looking off out to see blankly. [color=006d5b]"I'm Matilda, by the way."[/color]
"Private Homer Peron." the boy said, but didn't feel the need to salute for once. He stared at Matilda, piecing things together about her behaviour.
"Sorry to disturb you, madam... ", the watcher began, holding up their left hand defensively, the tinge of hostility in Shara's voice not lost on them. "My name is Sebastian, and I'm a little lost." After saying this, Sebastian(?) lowered the hand, and paused as they glanced around. "...Well, it goes just a bit further then being lost. I do, in fact, haven't the faintest clue as to how I got here." Sebastian(?) spoke in a hushed tone, and with a Mid-Atlantic accent.
Should Shara look at their feet, she'd find Sebastian(?) was submerged into the ground to about their ankles.
Should Shara look at their feet, she'd find Sebastian(?) was submerged into the ground to about their ankles.