Muse kept his eyes locked on Orb as the roleplayer repeated his previous question. For just a moment, Muse’s expression remained relatively serious and flat. “I’m not an admin.” He replied plainly, before turning to Nautilus. 

“Ah, yes, time,” he replied, his energy and usual, quirky way of speaking returning. “That’s an interesting subject. Time’s not easy to keep track of here, you see, since time can flow at totally different rates simply depending on what setting you’re in. So I guess you could say that, compared to what you’re used to in your own world, time here is…” he took a moment to spin around, giving himself a completely new outfit and even a new face in the process, suddenly resembling a certain David Tennant, and giving himself a thick British accent to boot. “…more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-whimey stuff!” he finished, before bursting out laughing, changing back to his usual form just as quickly. “Oh, sorry, I’ve just always wanted an excuse to say that! Anyway, I guess the rate of time here really isn’t all that important – just the way you perceive it is.”

As Muse finished his explanation on time, he was surprised to see that a couple of his roleplaying companions had already gotten the hang of augmenting their reality – one of them already practicing transformation and the other designing a new character for himself. “Well… I’m impressed!” he exclaimed. “Didn’t expect any of you to pick up on that sort of skill this quickly.” He told them, before turning to the others. “Ya see? All you have to do is accept that it’s possible. Hopefully seeing these two be able to pull it off so well will help you guys trust in yourselves and be able to do it, too.” He grinned. 

As the conversation continued, the desire to reach the floating city above them seemed to become unanimous. “Well then, I guess that settles that.” Muse agreed, stepping back and giving himself some space before transforming into his dragon self again. He crouched down on the ground, allowing everyone to climb onto his back. As an afterthought, he modified his dragon body slightly so that a series of thin, spike-like ridges protruded from his back, but with enough room between them for people to sit. “These should give you something to hold onto.” He told them, hoping to provide as safe a ride as possible. “Although, I don’t have to be a dragon if you’d prefer something else. I could be a giant bird, maybe, or even a flying bison, but we might as well save experimentation for a later date.” He rambled. “Oh, and if any of you would rather try to fly up there on your own, feel free to give it a try.” He grinned. 

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A loud thud could be heard as the two roleplayers entered the cafeteria, followed by the sounds of muffled swearing. A keen eye would’ve spotted a head of violet hair under one of the cafeteria tables – a head in the process of being rubbed after its owner had so carelessly slammed it against the top of the table in surprise when a pair of characters entered the room. [i]Wait no… those can’t be characters.[/i] the Godmodder thought to himself, peering through the space between the table and the benches to get a better look at them. [i]Those… those must be my roleplayers![/i] he exclaimed internally, before looking back down at the ground. “I guess that means you’re off the hook…” he whispered, glaring at a tiny spider on the floor in front of him. “I won’t tear your legs off one by one… for now.” He told the arachnid before worming his way out from under the table, looking at Rose and Leon with wide and curious eyes, his left-eye aura flickering energetically, half of his body still under the table. “Well hello there.” He greeted. “Sorry you had to catch me like this. I wasn’t expecting guests…”