((I've been meaning to retire Myn'des Archaon from this thread for a while. Now seems like a good time. Sorry about my absence, I've been busy.))
A gaudy, synthesized tune fills the air.
Sheepishly apologizing, Myn heads for the door, patting his clothes as he goes. He almost makes it to the door before realising he hasn't any pockets. Then a small phone drops into his hand. Myn looks up, seeing nothing but the ceiling. He puts the phone to his ear anyway.
" 'lo... speaking... king of wha... but that's not a... yes... yes... ok... but they have a... ok... fine... at once
sir... fine... bye... WHAT?!"
Myn drops the phone and flinches back. Before it hits the ground the phone explodes, covering Myn with soot.
"Um, I have to go. It's been interesting. Bye!" Myn leaves rather quickly, pausing only to collect his things from cloaking.
A voice filters through from the lobby:
"...was late, so I missed the connecting bus, and then by the time I made it to the platform the next train wasn't for another two hours! Oh, thanks. Bye."
A grey, rat-like person enters, fidgeting with the registration packet.
PaskGrey furred ratfolk
Male
5'8"
Dressed in jacket and trousers
ImageHe observes the scene. "What the..?"
Stunned, Pask only notices the packet is upside down when his dice drop to the floor.
111*blink* *blink*
"Wha?"
Pask's hands shoot up to his mouth. Well almost. He waves his hand in front of his face for a bit before finding it.
Die
8Pask
12
"What the hell?!"
*ducks giant die*
The die shatters as it his the now-closed door behind Pask.
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