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There was something out there, and he wasn’t too terribly keen on them being around. He could hear the sound of chirping, but there was something else he could sense. Especially the subtle crackling of twigs and branches. They seemed particularly light, but he couldn’t make any judgement on that. Bryan spun his scythe, contemplating his choices, before he whipped around, heading to the edge of the river as he sat down, trailing his fingers in the water. It was cold, fine, rushing, and as he trailed his fingers on the sand that marked the edge of the river, he could tell he was fairly close to a river source. “Temperate, cool weather. Probably higher up in elevation. Unusually sounding animals. Typical higher elevation thunderstorm activity. I wonder; where am I?” His eyes traveled behind him where the young puff was, almost acting as if he knew she was there. Did he? It was hard to tell for the man.

Storms

@thepossessedwingedpuffball‘s world has been intruded The young man trudged through the forests, feeling his way around the rough bark of each tree, the light poking of each branch as he gripped his scythe, cutting down whatever material happened to be in his way as he moved forward. The smell of the forest was very different. This was no ordinary forest, for one. The scent of magic and shadows entered his nostrils as his milky white eyes narrowed, trying to focus his senses. There was a fluttering of wings and the distant chirping of animals, but one sound caught his attention more than anything else. The rumbling of water. It wasn’t lost on him that the pressure in this area was dropping, and the faint scent of a thunderstorm loomed in the distant, and finally the sound of thunder echoed. Bryan grunted. I’m going to have to seek shelter, but I haven’t mentally mapped enough of this area. The ground hasn’t increased in elevation nor the texture of the sand has changed. I might be out of luck. Another chirp caught his attention, closer this time, and his head tilted around to focus on what exactly it was. Bryan’s sightless eyes passed right over something out there…

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Bryan, despite not being able to see, could hear. And he heard quick shuffling of individuals in the bar and coffeehouse that indicated they were escaping quickly. Did he look a threat? He probably did; that’s how he was treated for most of his life so he was used to it. Besides, with less creatures in the coffeehouse, the more his stance went from shuffling awkwardly to a more steady poise. The stammering of the owner did not escape his hearing as well, and he tilted his head.. down.. to try and discern where he was. After a pause, he leaned forward to rest his hands on the counter top, taking a deep breath. “Typical...,” He muttered under his breath, “Well, if chai latte exists here, I’d like that. Plain.” Bryan kneeled, knowing there wasn’t much he could do about a seat. There probably weren’t many that could fit him and he wasn’t about to cause a ruckus, especially since he was just starting to get spacial awareness of this little coffee shop. “Odd question, but where exactly am I? On another planet?”

Coffee Shop Blues

@reloh-tiem-how-can-i-help-you‘s world has been invaded. Bryan felt extremely out of place in this particular world. For one, he was much, much taller than most of the citizens, and despite his inherent blindness, he felt it. Most of the locations seemed to fit those a good few feet smaller than he was and he was beginning to wonder just what and where he was. A few questions later, and he came up with the conclusion that wherever he stepped out of the Void, it was not earth. Through the extreme blurriness of his eyesight he could tell it was very green and colorful, and there was always some sort of sweet scent or food in the air. Compared to the darkly dressed blind six foot tall man, Bryan was completely out of his league. So Bryan decided to mull over his situation in a coffee shop. He wasn’t sure how, but it was a drink that was familiar to him. Too bad he had to ask someone what it was. How embarrassing. So as soon as he stepped in the coffee shop, he paused a moment, stared forward, opened his mouth, closed it, then decided to further himself the humiliation of dealing with his situation. “If you have a menu that uses braille or something similar, or can speak the menu items to me, I would appreciate it, thank you.”

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Coffee Shop Blues

@reloh-tiem-how-can-i-help-you‘s world has been invaded. Bryan felt extremely out of place in this particular world. For one, he was much, much taller than most of the citizens, and despite his inherent blindness, he felt it. Most of the locations seemed to fit those a good few feet smaller than he was and he was beginning to wonder just what and where he was. A few questions later, and he came up with the conclusion that wherever he stepped out of the Void, it was not earth. Through the extreme blurriness of his eyesight he could tell it was very green and colorful, and there was always some sort of sweet scent or food in the air. Compared to the darkly dressed blind six foot tall man, Bryan was completely out of his league. So Bryan decided to mull over his situation in a coffee shop. He wasn’t sure how, but it was a drink that was familiar to him. Too bad he had to ask someone what it was. How embarrassing. So as soon as he stepped in the coffee shop, he paused a moment, stared forward, opened his mouth, closed it, then decided to further himself the humiliation of dealing with his situation. “If you have a menu that uses braille or something similar, or can speak the menu items to me, I would appreciate it, thank you.”

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Storms

@thepossessedwingedpuffball‘s world has been intruded The young man trudged through the forests, feeling his way around the rough bark of each tree, the light poking of each branch as he gripped his scythe, cutting down whatever material happened to be in his way as he moved forward. The smell of the forest was very different. This was no ordinary forest, for one. The scent of magic and shadows entered his nostrils as his milky white eyes narrowed, trying to focus his senses. There was a fluttering of wings and the distant chirping of animals, but one sound caught his attention more than anything else. The rumbling of water. It wasn’t lost on him that the pressure in this area was dropping, and the faint scent of a thunderstorm loomed in the distant, and finally the sound of thunder echoed. Bryan grunted. I’m going to have to seek shelter, but I haven’t mentally mapped enough of this area. The ground hasn’t increased in elevation nor the texture of the sand has changed. I might be out of luck. Another chirp caught his attention, closer this time, and his head tilted around to focus on what exactly it was. Bryan’s sightless eyes passed right over something out there...

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Fighting had always been in his life. He always dreamed about fighting. His lover, and his daughter. The excitement he had when he saw them, just looking at them.It was always a beautiful dream seeing everything in its prime, his own castle, and his own servants. He always treated them well, so when there was a revolt he had no idea what he did wrong. Did he do anything wrong? It’s those inherent worries that cause his beautiful dream to melt the walls and pool to the ground, washing out colors as he found himself at a grave site, feeling the textures of the tombstones that marked the graves of his lover and daughter.Every dream reminded him of his failures and shortcomings, as they melted to the same feeling of the texture of those two graves.

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If there was one thing Bryan always managed to dream about, it was his own mistakes. The first mistake he ever made his in his life. It was more or less a feeling.He never dreamed completely concrete things, just... emotions. Feelings. Powerful ones. Ones that made his blood curdle and his heart leap in his chest as he writhed in pain. The pain in his eyes as the last thing he saw, his beautiful blue, sad eyes stared back in a mirror as he gripped his temples, his teeth grinding against each other as he struggled to maintain his composure.And then everything just... went blurry. He could barely see. All he could see is just vague blobs of color.He was blind.The reality if the situation was always the worst thing he had to deal with as he woke up the next day.Laying there in his bed, just... staring at nothing.

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“... Nyah.”

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“I... what? Nya? Is that some sort of hip lingo I’m missing?”

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“Listen, I’d hate to burst your bubble…” Bryan could only slide his heel back as he felt the ground rumbling underneath him as he tilted his head. The sound of the monster in front of the two of them was at full attention, but the air around him felt sticky and putrid… there were things on the ground he’d rather not want to imagine what they might be (thanks, blindness, giving me mental images worse than what they might be…). Not to mention the low growls from the bushes around them. “We have more company. I would recommend a tactical retreat.”

“Now is not the time.”

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Questor keeps his arrow knocked back, its tip trained on a nearby monster, as he shoots a glance over at Lord Bryan, his hood hiding the fact that he’s got an eyebrow cocked in confusion.  “Och! Y’wanna jus’ let it come an’ get us?”

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