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nexus_sages2015-05-31 06:21 pm
kitty_of_light) wrote in nexus_sages2015-05-31 06:21 pm
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In a flare of purplish light and a brief warping of spacetime, someone appears in the Nexus.
He is not the usual sort of someone, if there is a usual sort of someone here. He stands fairly short, proudly sporting catlike ears and tail, dressed in what can only be described as a very poofy shirt and a pair of rather thick woolen tights. He also looks terribly cranky, and he's clutching what looks like some sort of mechanical, wind-up doll, which appears to be missing a good chunk of its back and the majority of its internal components.
He also appears to be very quickly realizing that this is not, in fact, where he meant to end up.
"What--" A wild look around brings his eyes to the Sign, and he spits what sounds very like a curse, staggering back and shading his eyes. What a monstrosity. "Thal's balls, what is that - no, on second thought, I don't want to know." Not that he thinks anyone would tell him, but he feels better for having said it, cautiously inching closer and peering at the colorful mess.
He soon looks away, though. Up, in fact. It's as if he is hearing an unseen voice. "A...question? What in the name of the Twelve...?"
...Well, he does have a question, but he's not quite sure he really wants to ask it of anyone.
He does anyway.
"...Can anyone fix this?" Holding up the poor abused doll, which loses a few gears as it's lifted and makes him curse again.
He is not the usual sort of someone, if there is a usual sort of someone here. He stands fairly short, proudly sporting catlike ears and tail, dressed in what can only be described as a very poofy shirt and a pair of rather thick woolen tights. He also looks terribly cranky, and he's clutching what looks like some sort of mechanical, wind-up doll, which appears to be missing a good chunk of its back and the majority of its internal components.
He also appears to be very quickly realizing that this is not, in fact, where he meant to end up.
"What--" A wild look around brings his eyes to the Sign, and he spits what sounds very like a curse, staggering back and shading his eyes. What a monstrosity. "Thal's balls, what is that - no, on second thought, I don't want to know." Not that he thinks anyone would tell him, but he feels better for having said it, cautiously inching closer and peering at the colorful mess.
He soon looks away, though. Up, in fact. It's as if he is hearing an unseen voice. "A...question? What in the name of the Twelve...?"
...Well, he does have a question, but he's not quite sure he really wants to ask it of anyone.
He does anyway.
"...Can anyone fix this?" Holding up the poor abused doll, which loses a few gears as it's lifted and makes him curse again.
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Groot nods back, rumbling a genial, "I am Groot."
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"If you have something else to do, don't let me keep you."
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"I am Groot," he replies pleasantly, before turning and wandering away.
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