[center][b] The Imagineer
Aeternus || Nexus
Sleepy Leaf Bridge
Affected Players: Moon-Moon(Moon234), Wandering Fool, Bruce Lee (Xenoko)[/b][/center]
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...Ah. There it was. The cease and desist. So close, she'd come to breaking, that she had to physically take hold of her head at one point at dozens upon dozens of thoughts began to course through her mind, small and big voices all screaming and whispering and singing of terrible things that made no sense and all sense -- a cacophony of contradiction that sang out in terrible delight to her. ...It looks like her plan had worked -- well, possibly a tiny bit too well. She was unscathed, saved for her slowly recovering mind, whilst...well...Her "companions" had taken some damage, save the Bruce Lee-wannabe that'd come in to give his glorious two-inch punch (no, not that, pervs!) to take down the rest. Her point had finally gotten across, along with several points thrown and shoved and stabbed with by the tag-a-longs that came in on her little mess.

...Ah. The newbie to the side had run off. That was nice at least. A soft sigh that fell from her lips as she pawed at her head, occasional shivers running up her spine and a jolt now an ten as her irises seemed to crack in areas, only to fix themselves and become whole once more. Her jacket trailed behind her as she slowly turned to the Brawler that lay in a surrendered position, and the glint of ornate silver could show that her knife was gripped tightly as she trained to stay away from the terrible thoughts dancing in her mind, trying to make her head explode when she could take no more. It was then that her voice rang out, soft undertones of other tones speaking within hers as she began to address the conscious thug.

[i]"...You...Are going to go get a few NPCs to help us drag your friends to the Jailing area. And so help you, virtual gods, if I found out that you've run...I will [b]end[/b] you, after trying so hard to not do such. Now. Go."[/i]

And just like that, the Brawler was up and at 'em, running off to begin gathering up a small group of NPCs to come over and drag the unconscious and the wounded of while the chance to do so without fighting could be done. That is when she would finally stumble back, dropping down to one knee and promptly falling down onto her rear as her gaze began to fix itself up and let her see right.

[i]"...Ah. Right. Good afternoon. I'm The Imagineer. I suppose you were the ones that signed up to help deal with this little trifle of a thing?"[/i]

...And now we went on to pleasant conversation. ...Right?
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[u]Status[/u]
Hit Points: 100%/100%
Sanity: 40/150
Level: 1
Status: N/A

[u]Inventory[/u]
Health Potion x2
Sanity Potion x2
Gold x100

[u]Black Thought Result[/u]
[hider=Possible Status Ailments]
1 : Blind 
2 : Silence
3 : Terrify
4 : Curse
5 : Sleep
6 : Sickness
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