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@omniscient-observer
TO SEE ALL IS TO KNOW ALL
The All-Seeing Eye.
The Overseer of the Substudio.
Step inside, see what you may find within.
── Rules ⟡
𖥦 Explicit Questions are allowed. Do not push your limits tho.
𖥦 "Kindness is key" or whatever you mortals preach.
𖥦 I am a goddess, you are a slug. Disobey my rules and you will face punishment.
𖥦 I shall be off for now.
in celebration for ashle gettin' a plushie, i am giving you one! enjoy! ignore the screaming from them! they're fine!
"...." "Thank you?"
i have come to annoy you again
donno if i asked yet, but which entity do u prefer workin' with? oh and ur fellow uh.. skins? like who would you tolerate fightin' by ur side?
"Ashle. He's always been fun to do anything with. Hexa is alright, he follows orders when given to him." "As for those... OTHER versions of myself? I do not mind that... Dignity man, he may not be me, but he wields the same abilities as myself. Noli is alright, I suppose." "I have no opinions on the others."
hii, don't remember if i asked this yet— thoughts on da uh... I forgot their name. green orb head, floating discs. that one?
"Promised Being...?" "Eh. She is insignificant to me."
[Oh! There's a small gift bag of sweets nearby alongside a.. very beat up looking walkie talkie that's faintly emitting static, despite it being off. How did it even get here?
There's a small note attached. It reads: "For Obser Jane. Hope this gets to you unbroken and intact. From Ashle."]
— ??¿?? [@theracwillburn]
-> The overseer stares down at the presents at her feet, reaching down and picking up the beaten up walkie talkie. Her eyebrow cocks upwards, the entity flicking her wrist and repairing the item without much effort. "How interesting." -> He picked up the gift bag of sweets as well, turning and floating back upwards towards her post. This was interesting, she wanted to see where this was going.
[And yet, the device still emits static anyways. It definitely looked out of place in comparison to the colourful gift bag and variety of sweets. The thing was old, almost ancient with some of it looking chipped off in some places. Like it has personally been through hell and back. There's... an odd thumping noise too, faint, barely noticeable underneath the fuzzy static.
The food itself looked.. well, some looked homemade, made clear by some pieces looking burnt and looking pretty bland in contrast to the more vibrant colours the other ones had. There's some gummies in there too, alongside gumballs and oddly enough— sprinkles? The bottom of the bag has a logo of an outline of a dog with her hair over her eyes, covered in confetti and a tophat. Both outside and inside the bag.]
"Odd little treats..."
-> She moves her fingers through the treats idly while looking over the walkie talkie, trying to conjure up some sort of reason as to why this was given to her.
"Hello?"
-> She leans towards the walkie talkie, trying to check if someone, or maybe something, would respond back to her.
[The treats were just that, treats. There wasn't anything wrong with them in the slightest— well, if you don't count the burnt ones.
The static was the only thing to respond for a short while, the thumping still... Oh. That's a heartbeat. There's a heartbeat underneath all that heavy static. It could almost be felt, if just barely. And just when there seems to be no answer, there's a small inhale.]
{"please back up a little bit"}
[That's... not his voice. It sounds younger, but the similarities were way too close to the cartoon man. There's a small shake in his voice, slightly distant, as if he's leaning away despite being very stuck in the device.]
-> She stared. -> And stared. -> And stared some more before doing as asked, moving the walkie talkie away from her face a little and speaking once more. "Ashle?" -> She's... Confused. She's very confused. And it's completely understandable as why she'd be! The man's voice didn't sound right, it didn't sound like he was speaking THROUGH the device.
[The static— stuttered? As if he cringed from that name. The thumping sounds less audible now, more overtaken by the static and his own voice.]
{"no"}
[Yikes! That... sounded personal.]
{"no, im— not them. im not him"}
[Sounds like he's convincing himself more then anything. The static is still ever present, his voice sounding almost filtered through it.]
-> Okay. This was getting weird. She snorted, an eye appearing on the little content deleted screen that hovered in front of her face and doing an eyeroll animation. "Alright. Then who are you?" -> She hissed, holding the walkie talkie up slightly. "Why are you bothering me?"
[Oh! There's a small gift bag of sweets nearby alongside a.. very beat up looking walkie talkie that's faintly emitting static, despite it being off. How did it even get here?
There's a small note attached. It reads: "For Obser Jane. Hope this gets to you unbroken and intact. From Ashle."]
— ??¿?? [@theracwillburn]
-> The overseer stares down at the presents at her feet, reaching down and picking up the beaten up walkie talkie. Her eyebrow cocks upwards, the entity flicking her wrist and repairing the item without much effort. "How interesting." -> He picked up the gift bag of sweets as well, turning and floating back upwards towards her post. This was interesting, she wanted to see where this was going.
[And yet, the device still emits static anyways. It definitely looked out of place in comparison to the colourful gift bag and variety of sweets. The thing was old, almost ancient with some of it looking chipped off in some places. Like it has personally been through hell and back. There's... an odd thumping noise too, faint, barely noticeable underneath the fuzzy static.
The food itself looked.. well, some looked homemade, made clear by some pieces looking burnt and looking pretty bland in contrast to the more vibrant colours the other ones had. There's some gummies in there too, alongside gumballs and oddly enough— sprinkles? The bottom of the bag has a logo of an outline of a dog with her hair over her eyes, covered in confetti and a tophat. Both outside and inside the bag.]
"Odd little treats..."
-> She moves her fingers through the treats idly while looking over the walkie talkie, trying to conjure up some sort of reason as to why this was given to her.
"Hello?"
-> She leans towards the walkie talkie, trying to check if someone, or maybe something, would respond back to her.
[The treats were just that, treats. There wasn't anything wrong with them in the slightest— well, if you don't count the burnt ones.
The static was the only thing to respond for a short while, the thumping still... Oh. That's a heartbeat. There's a heartbeat underneath all that heavy static. It could almost be felt, if just barely. And just when there seems to be no answer, there's a small inhale.]
{"please back up a little bit"}
[That's... not his voice. It sounds younger, but the similarities were way too close to the cartoon man. There's a small shake in his voice, slightly distant, as if he's leaning away despite being very stuck in the device.]
-> She stared. -> And stared. -> And stared some more before doing as asked, moving the walkie talkie away from her face a little and speaking once more. "Ashle?" -> She's... Confused. She's very confused. And it's completely understandable as why she'd be! The man's voice didn't sound right, it didn't sound like he was speaking THROUGH the device.
[Oh! There's a small gift bag of sweets nearby alongside a.. very beat up looking walkie talkie that's faintly emitting static, despite it being off. How did it even get here?
There's a small note attached. It reads: "For Obser Jane. Hope this gets to you unbroken and intact. From Ashle."]
— ??¿?? [@theracwillburn]
-> The overseer stares down at the presents at her feet, reaching down and picking up the beaten up walkie talkie. Her eyebrow cocks upwards, the entity flicking her wrist and repairing the item without much effort. "How interesting." -> He picked up the gift bag of sweets as well, turning and floating back upwards towards her post. This was interesting, she wanted to see where this was going.
[And yet, the device still emits static anyways. It definitely looked out of place in comparison to the colourful gift bag and variety of sweets. The thing was old, almost ancient with some of it looking chipped off in some places. Like it has personally been through hell and back. There's... an odd thumping noise too, faint, barely noticeable underneath the fuzzy static.
The food itself looked.. well, some looked homemade, made clear by some pieces looking burnt and looking pretty bland in contrast to the more vibrant colours the other ones had. There's some gummies in there too, alongside gumballs and oddly enough— sprinkles? The bottom of the bag has a logo of an outline of a dog with her hair over her eyes, covered in confetti and a tophat. Both outside and inside the bag.]
"Odd little treats..."
-> She moves her fingers through the treats idly while looking over the walkie talkie, trying to conjure up some sort of reason as to why this was given to her.
"Hello?"
-> She leans towards the walkie talkie, trying to check if someone, or maybe something, would respond back to her.
[Oh! There's a small gift bag of sweets nearby alongside a.. very beat up looking walkie talkie that's faintly emitting static, despite it being off. How did it even get here?
There's a small note attached. It reads: "For Obser Jane. Hope this gets to you unbroken and intact. From Ashle."]
— ??¿?? [@theracwillburn]
-> The overseer stares down at the presents at her feet, reaching down and picking up the beaten up walkie talkie. Her eyebrow cocks upwards, the entity flicking her wrist and repairing the item without much effort. "How interesting." -> He picked up the gift bag of sweets as well, turning and floating back upwards towards her post. This was interesting, she wanted to see where this was going.
hiii i am backkk to annoy yoou. any funny moments you would like to shares? about the other entities or anything else is up to you!
"Ashle got himself and one of the artifacts stuck between a rock and a hard place once..." "He had to call a distress signal and Hexa had to help him out... Pitiful, really, but hilarious too."
/e waves. hii uh, thoughts on the RAC in general? and any specific thoughts on the Director and Contractees, if u got any?
"The RAC are... Parasites." "They have no real reason to do what they're doing, stealing what they're stealing..." "The Director and Contractees are morons. They're sending people to be lambs for the slaughter without a single care in the world."
Trapper's back! He's brought another basket, having mostly similar stuff from last time but less meat and more pastries.
"...Hope you don't mind less meat, I wasn't as successful in hunting."
He mumbled quietly, giving the basket. Quickly running off again. Okay well, not exactly running since one of his legs was limping heavily....oh he tripped.
[ @poormansdesperation ]
-> She watched the other eat complete shit and chuckled, taking the mortal's offering and looking through the content. This was nice, getting little gifts. "For a mortal you are... Persistent in showing how badly you want me on your good side, no? It's almost cute. Almost." -> She placed the basket down, going over and helping the poor man back onto his feet. "Rest."
Observer feels a powerful presence walking through substudio,she knows it all to well. Cubed.
@zealotryshallburnyou
-> She's watching. She's always. -> The presence didn't go unknown to her, she's felt the several different presences of her co-workers on multiple occasions. She clicked her tongue, silently trailing behind the other.
"Pardon the intrusion into your realm, friend. Ashle had told me that they figured out how to use it to "move faster than teleportin!". So I wish to test that theory and intercept a RAC mission."
Now. This all was quite normal of Cubed.However, something else was there. Something older. Something more monstrous than even the new god of the heights.
-> The guardian watched, her trident gripped tightly within one of her hands. She scuffed, pointing her trident towards her co-worker. The little content deleted image shifting into an eye-shape. "You are lucky you are my co-worker, Cubedhexa. I do not much appreciate people simply walking into my domain without my knowledge..." -> She lowered her trident, approaching the other with her head tilted back slightly. "Come along. Don't waste my time."
He nods, he would bow, but, he doesnt want to waste her time himself.
"If a certain should-be-former-Admin shows up, you may execute him on sight."
"Ashle is lucky he has my favor... I would've kicked you out without a second thought, Hexa."
-> All high and mighty she is, it makes sense, doesn't it? A whole ruler, guardian, over such a massive place like this.
"The Substudio does have the ability to transport you to places much faster than basic teleportation."
"That is quite interesting.I wonder how the Admins let this place exist.Especially due to that fact..However you have probably existed for way longer than me and guarded this place an equal amount of time."
-> She laughed, Low, an echo that almost made it seem like there was multiple of her laughing at once, a beautiful overlay. "I've been here MUCH longer than those pathetic little admins... Yes, ah yes, I remember when 2x2 started creating this world..." -> She snorts, taking the other to what seems to be some sort of hub, a center of sorts, several pulsing and shifting masses hung within the air. It was... Uncomfortable to look at really. "Come along." -> She walked over to one of the pulsating masses, lifting her trident and stabbing it right into the center, a sickening squelch rung out before it split open, allowing entrance.
Cubed looks at it more in confusion. Why is THIS the teleportation method of Substudio? Whatever, those are question he can ask later.
He takes off his glove and puts it in his inventory,better to not get that thing dirty.
"Is there a specific method of entry? Do I have to go head first,or does it not matter?"
"I'll just show you." -> Without warning, she grabbed the other's hand and yanked the both of them through the mass. It was warm, uncomfortable and just felt... Wrong. -> But the two of them ended up exactly where the other wanted, the Substudio watcher laughing softly at the little stunt. She was in her other form now. Black and white, elegant death. "Does that answer your question?"
He looks more..lost in remembrance of something.Almost like a ptsd flashback...
"Y..-yes it does."
They were at THE iron cafe.Or as Ashle calls it:Bus ridge.Overlooking Slacker on a rampage from atop the mountain.
"Oh?" -> She giggled more, almost seeming delighted in the other's reaction! "Did I scare you, my dearest co-worker?" -> She purred her words, glancing around at the cafe with a small huff. She liked cafes and all, but she was curious why the RAC would have a mission here. "Let's keep moving."
"First of all; you did not scare me, that writhing flesh did. It brought back an onslaught of bad memories. Second of all; where?"
He looks at the rampage bellow, thinking.
"I swear, I saw this exact brawl before.."
". . ." "How am I supposed to know?" -> She huffed slightly in annoyance, gripping her trident tightly before pointing it at her co-worker. "YOU'RE the one who came all the way to the Substudio to find a way of getting here quicker. You gave me the impression you knew where to go from here."
"I am sorry for this blunder.I expected you to have input of your own."
He puts the glove back on
"Now if you excuse me,I must stop another wretched plot by the RAC."
He jumps off the cliff, joining the brawl with Slacker
-> The overseer watched the other vanish into the brawl with a hum, floating up slightly and pushing herself back into the mass, slipping back into the Substudio. -> The mass trembled violently before caving in on itself, vanishing into thin air without hesitation. -> She was interested, but she'd ask at a later time.
Observer feels a powerful presence walking through substudio,she knows it all to well. Cubed.
@zealotryshallburnyou
-> She's watching. She's always. -> The presence didn't go unknown to her, she's felt the several different presences of her co-workers on multiple occasions. She clicked her tongue, silently trailing behind the other.
"Pardon the intrusion into your realm, friend. Ashle had told me that they figured out how to use it to "move faster than teleportin!". So I wish to test that theory and intercept a RAC mission."
Now. This all was quite normal of Cubed.However, something else was there. Something older. Something more monstrous than even the new god of the heights.
-> The guardian watched, her trident gripped tightly within one of her hands. She scuffed, pointing her trident towards her co-worker. The little content deleted image shifting into an eye-shape. "You are lucky you are my co-worker, Cubedhexa. I do not much appreciate people simply walking into my domain without my knowledge..." -> She lowered her trident, approaching the other with her head tilted back slightly. "Come along. Don't waste my time."
He nods, he would bow, but, he doesnt want to waste her time himself.
"If a certain should-be-former-Admin shows up, you may execute him on sight."
"Ashle is lucky he has my favor... I would've kicked you out without a second thought, Hexa."
-> All high and mighty she is, it makes sense, doesn't it? A whole ruler, guardian, over such a massive place like this.
"The Substudio does have the ability to transport you to places much faster than basic teleportation."
"That is quite interesting.I wonder how the Admins let this place exist.Especially due to that fact..However you have probably existed for way longer than me and guarded this place an equal amount of time."
-> She laughed, Low, an echo that almost made it seem like there was multiple of her laughing at once, a beautiful overlay. "I've been here MUCH longer than those pathetic little admins... Yes, ah yes, I remember when 2x2 started creating this world..." -> She snorts, taking the other to what seems to be some sort of hub, a center of sorts, several pulsing and shifting masses hung within the air. It was... Uncomfortable to look at really. "Come along." -> She walked over to one of the pulsating masses, lifting her trident and stabbing it right into the center, a sickening squelch rung out before it split open, allowing entrance.
Cubed looks at it more in confusion. Why is THIS the teleportation method of Substudio? Whatever, those are question he can ask later.
He takes off his glove and puts it in his inventory,better to not get that thing dirty.
"Is there a specific method of entry? Do I have to go head first,or does it not matter?"
"I'll just show you." -> Without warning, she grabbed the other's hand and yanked the both of them through the mass. It was warm, uncomfortable and just felt... Wrong. -> But the two of them ended up exactly where the other wanted, the Substudio watcher laughing softly at the little stunt. She was in her other form now. Black and white, elegant death. "Does that answer your question?"
He looks more..lost in remembrance of something.Almost like a ptsd flashback...
"Y..-yes it does."
They were at THE iron cafe.Or as Ashle calls it:Bus ridge.Overlooking Slacker on a rampage from atop the mountain.
"Oh?" -> She giggled more, almost seeming delighted in the other's reaction! "Did I scare you, my dearest co-worker?" -> She purred her words, glancing around at the cafe with a small huff. She liked cafes and all, but she was curious why the RAC would have a mission here. "Let's keep moving."
"First of all; you did not scare me, that writhing flesh did. It brought back an onslaught of bad memories. Second of all; where?"
He looks at the rampage bellow, thinking.
"I swear, I saw this exact brawl before.."
". . ." "How am I supposed to know?" -> She huffed slightly in annoyance, gripping her trident tightly before pointing it at her co-worker. "YOU'RE the one who came all the way to the Substudio to find a way of getting here quicker. You gave me the impression you knew where to go from here."
Observer feels a powerful presence walking through substudio,she knows it all to well. Cubed.
@zealotryshallburnyou
-> She's watching. She's always. -> The presence didn't go unknown to her, she's felt the several different presences of her co-workers on multiple occasions. She clicked her tongue, silently trailing behind the other.
"Pardon the intrusion into your realm, friend. Ashle had told me that they figured out how to use it to "move faster than teleportin!". So I wish to test that theory and intercept a RAC mission."
Now. This all was quite normal of Cubed.However, something else was there. Something older. Something more monstrous than even the new god of the heights.
-> The guardian watched, her trident gripped tightly within one of her hands. She scuffed, pointing her trident towards her co-worker. The little content deleted image shifting into an eye-shape. "You are lucky you are my co-worker, Cubedhexa. I do not much appreciate people simply walking into my domain without my knowledge..." -> She lowered her trident, approaching the other with her head tilted back slightly. "Come along. Don't waste my time."
He nods, he would bow, but, he doesnt want to waste her time himself.
"If a certain should-be-former-Admin shows up, you may execute him on sight."
"Ashle is lucky he has my favor... I would've kicked you out without a second thought, Hexa."
-> All high and mighty she is, it makes sense, doesn't it? A whole ruler, guardian, over such a massive place like this.
"The Substudio does have the ability to transport you to places much faster than basic teleportation."
"That is quite interesting.I wonder how the Admins let this place exist.Especially due to that fact..However you have probably existed for way longer than me and guarded this place an equal amount of time."
-> She laughed, Low, an echo that almost made it seem like there was multiple of her laughing at once, a beautiful overlay. "I've been here MUCH longer than those pathetic little admins... Yes, ah yes, I remember when 2x2 started creating this world..." -> She snorts, taking the other to what seems to be some sort of hub, a center of sorts, several pulsing and shifting masses hung within the air. It was... Uncomfortable to look at really. "Come along." -> She walked over to one of the pulsating masses, lifting her trident and stabbing it right into the center, a sickening squelch rung out before it split open, allowing entrance.
Cubed looks at it more in confusion. Why is THIS the teleportation method of Substudio? Whatever, those are question he can ask later.
He takes off his glove and puts it in his inventory,better to not get that thing dirty.
"Is there a specific method of entry? Do I have to go head first,or does it not matter?"
"I'll just show you." -> Without warning, she grabbed the other's hand and yanked the both of them through the mass. It was warm, uncomfortable and just felt... Wrong. -> But the two of them ended up exactly where the other wanted, the Substudio watcher laughing softly at the little stunt. She was in her other form now. Black and white, elegant death. "Does that answer your question?"
He looks more..lost in remembrance of something.Almost like a ptsd flashback...
"Y..-yes it does."
They were at THE iron cafe.Or as Ashle calls it:Bus ridge.Overlooking Slacker on a rampage from atop the mountain.
"Oh?" -> She giggled more, almost seeming delighted in the other's reaction! "Did I scare you, my dearest co-worker?" -> She purred her words, glancing around at the cafe with a small huff. She liked cafes and all, but she was curious why the RAC would have a mission here. "Let's keep moving."
Observer feels a powerful presence walking through substudio,she knows it all to well. Cubed.
@zealotryshallburnyou
-> She's watching. She's always. -> The presence didn't go unknown to her, she's felt the several different presences of her co-workers on multiple occasions. She clicked her tongue, silently trailing behind the other.
"Pardon the intrusion into your realm, friend. Ashle had told me that they figured out how to use it to "move faster than teleportin!". So I wish to test that theory and intercept a RAC mission."
Now. This all was quite normal of Cubed.However, something else was there. Something older. Something more monstrous than even the new god of the heights.
-> The guardian watched, her trident gripped tightly within one of her hands. She scuffed, pointing her trident towards her co-worker. The little content deleted image shifting into an eye-shape. "You are lucky you are my co-worker, Cubedhexa. I do not much appreciate people simply walking into my domain without my knowledge..." -> She lowered her trident, approaching the other with her head tilted back slightly. "Come along. Don't waste my time."
He nods, he would bow, but, he doesnt want to waste her time himself.
"If a certain should-be-former-Admin shows up, you may execute him on sight."
"Ashle is lucky he has my favor... I would've kicked you out without a second thought, Hexa."
-> All high and mighty she is, it makes sense, doesn't it? A whole ruler, guardian, over such a massive place like this.
"The Substudio does have the ability to transport you to places much faster than basic teleportation."
"That is quite interesting.I wonder how the Admins let this place exist.Especially due to that fact..However you have probably existed for way longer than me and guarded this place an equal amount of time."
-> She laughed, Low, an echo that almost made it seem like there was multiple of her laughing at once, a beautiful overlay. "I've been here MUCH longer than those pathetic little admins... Yes, ah yes, I remember when 2x2 started creating this world..." -> She snorts, taking the other to what seems to be some sort of hub, a center of sorts, several pulsing and shifting masses hung within the air. It was... Uncomfortable to look at really. "Come along." -> She walked over to one of the pulsating masses, lifting her trident and stabbing it right into the center, a sickening squelch rung out before it split open, allowing entrance.
Cubed looks at it more in confusion. Why is THIS the teleportation method of Substudio? Whatever, those are question he can ask later.
He takes off his glove and puts it in his inventory,better to not get that thing dirty.
"Is there a specific method of entry? Do I have to go head first,or does it not matter?"
"I'll just show you." -> Without warning, she grabbed the other's hand and yanked the both of them through the mass. It was warm, uncomfortable and just felt... Wrong. -> But the two of them ended up exactly where the other wanted, the Substudio watcher laughing softly at the little stunt. She was in her other form now. Black and white, elegant death. "Does that answer your question?"
Observer feels a powerful presence walking through substudio,she knows it all to well. Cubed.
@zealotryshallburnyou
-> She's watching. She's always. -> The presence didn't go unknown to her, she's felt the several different presences of her co-workers on multiple occasions. She clicked her tongue, silently trailing behind the other.
"Pardon the intrusion into your realm, friend. Ashle had told me that they figured out how to use it to "move faster than teleportin!". So I wish to test that theory and intercept a RAC mission."
Now. This all was quite normal of Cubed.However, something else was there. Something older. Something more monstrous than even the new god of the heights.
-> The guardian watched, her trident gripped tightly within one of her hands. She scuffed, pointing her trident towards her co-worker. The little content deleted image shifting into an eye-shape. "You are lucky you are my co-worker, Cubedhexa. I do not much appreciate people simply walking into my domain without my knowledge..." -> She lowered her trident, approaching the other with her head tilted back slightly. "Come along. Don't waste my time."
He nods, he would bow, but, he doesnt want to waste her time himself.
"If a certain should-be-former-Admin shows up, you may execute him on sight."
"Ashle is lucky he has my favor... I would've kicked you out without a second thought, Hexa."
-> All high and mighty she is, it makes sense, doesn't it? A whole ruler, guardian, over such a massive place like this.
"The Substudio does have the ability to transport you to places much faster than basic teleportation."
"That is quite interesting.I wonder how the Admins let this place exist.Especially due to that fact..However you have probably existed for way longer than me and guarded this place an equal amount of time."
-> She laughed, Low, an echo that almost made it seem like there was multiple of her laughing at once, a beautiful overlay. "I've been here MUCH longer than those pathetic little admins... Yes, ah yes, I remember when 2x2 started creating this world..." -> She snorts, taking the other to what seems to be some sort of hub, a center of sorts, several pulsing and shifting masses hung within the air. It was... Uncomfortable to look at really. "Come along." -> She walked over to one of the pulsating masses, lifting her trident and stabbing it right into the center, a sickening squelch rung out before it split open, allowing entrance.
Observer feels a powerful presence walking through substudio,she knows it all to well. Cubed.
@zealotryshallburnyou
-> She's watching. She's always. -> The presence didn't go unknown to her, she's felt the several different presences of her co-workers on multiple occasions. She clicked her tongue, silently trailing behind the other.
"Pardon the intrusion into your realm, friend. Ashle had told me that they figured out how to use it to "move faster than teleportin!". So I wish to test that theory and intercept a RAC mission."
Now. This all was quite normal of Cubed.However, something else was there. Something older. Something more monstrous than even the new god of the heights.
-> The guardian watched, her trident gripped tightly within one of her hands. She scuffed, pointing her trident towards her co-worker. The little content deleted image shifting into an eye-shape. "You are lucky you are my co-worker, Cubedhexa. I do not much appreciate people simply walking into my domain without my knowledge..." -> She lowered her trident, approaching the other with her head tilted back slightly. "Come along. Don't waste my time."
He nods, he would bow, but, he doesnt want to waste her time himself.
"If a certain should-be-former-Admin shows up, you may execute him on sight."
"Ashle is lucky he has my favor... I would've kicked you out without a second thought, Hexa."
-> All high and mighty she is, it makes sense, doesn't it? A whole ruler, guardian, over such a massive place like this.
"The Substudio does have the ability to transport you to places much faster than basic teleportation."
