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[mischiefsmith]

[As the feed begins, you, the ever committed viewer are presented with the image of a young man reclining on a couch that he’s presently appropriated for himself. To the more studious observer this young man has some little tells that just may give way who he is. The green eyes, the dark hair, better still is all of the green and gold armor, or maybe it’s the horned headgear…or perhaps you’ve met him in another life?

And for those who haven’t had the catastrophic pleasure, the day is still very young.

For his part, the young man appears to be more amused than hindered by his current predicament, or maybe he’s just really good at hiding it.]

It took me a little while to figure out what really bothers me about this realm, I paced my lovely new quarters, home to my lovely new housemates, [wiggles his fingers at the camera, if you’re out there lovely housemates “hello”] for a full hour before it hit me suddenly!

[His eyes go wide and bright for a moment.]

It isn’t the downsizing of my power, although that is really, really inconvenient and it makes me feel very sad on the inside. [Do you see his sad face, his terrible pout, it’s an awful pout.]

It isn’t the fact that I miss The All-Mother dogging my every waking moment, because I really do not. There is only so many times that the head of one’s mother can make an appearance in the punch bowl before one throws their hands in the air and declares themselves done. I lose more neighbors that way.

[What the Hel is he going on about?]

It is possible that I do miss my brother a bit, just a bit, but shush, that’s a secret. [Not so big a secret apparently.] That’s not what’s bothering me either, can you imagine? What’s bothering me is this: who comes up with all of these super hero and super villain names? I read comic books, I know generic when it cold-cocks me. Why, just the other day I was blindsided by a heavy-handed, well-meaning doer of good, upholder of lofty justice, and I can still hear the ringing in my ears!

[Now we’re at the heart of it, the meat and potatoes, the problem to end all problems. You'll have to forgive his wild tangents, he does that sometimes.]

What’s the secret? Is there a committee of seventy-three specific people involved? Do the unwashed masses come together and vote? Or, by Odin’s empty eye socket, do you unfortunate souls choose these names yourself?

[These are serious life-altering questions here, that require your serious, consideration! And, of course, someone needs to shut him up or he will go on like this all day.]

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[danceofcurse]

So, how many of you actually know how to fight?

[Van's lounging outside beneath the low-hanging limb of a willow, rays of sunlight peeking between the fine leaves and spindly branches to cast moving shadows over his face. In the changing light, his eyes look red and then brown, but they never lose their sharpness. This is a young man who doesn't appear to smile as often as most boys his age.]

I don't like fighting, myself. [An understatement, but his tone also implies he recognizes the necessity for it. So too does the sword next to him, the blue scabbard and gold-tipped hilt as pristine and polished as the bare blade that rests at its side.] But ever since I arrived it's become pretty obvious that, as imPorts, we don't have the luxury of not defending ourselves and the people we care about. To be honest...I'm used to that. It wasn't much different back home. Of course, we didn't have modern weapons...

But that's a bit beside the point.

[He sits up with a sigh, one gloved hand pushing unkempt black hair out of his eyes, though it falls again right back into place.]

I'm looking for sparring partners. People who know how to use a sword, specifically, but it doesn't matter what sort of weapon you wield as long as you're experienced and you know what you're doing. I want to be more prepared for what this place might throw at us. We all should be.

Video; It sounds like SAW neverland edition

[dreamshades]

[The feed turns on and surprise, surprise, guess who it is. It's Peter Pan, the evil forest hobo. He's sitting in front of the light of a campfire with that usual smug expression.]

I'm bored fellow imports. So, why don't we play a game?

[And he raises a hand as if to stop someone from shouting at him or hanging up from across the screen (obviously he can't if you really want to but it's merely a gesture)]

and before you all just hang up or start throwing your usual boring insults I believe it's a game you'll truly want to play.

Why? Because the prize is an answer. An answer to any burning question you so desire. A completely truthful answer. [there's just a tiny smirk before he goes on:] You might all find that hard to believe but when I play my games I always follow the rules. [his rules anyways.]
And for transparency's sake I will only be giving out THREE answers as a prize to three different people. It wouldn't be much of a game if everyone could win.

So, do you want to play a game?

It's simple. [And suddenly a deck of cards appears in his hand and he draws three from the deck. An ace of hearts, a 7 of spades and 10 of clubs.]

I lay these face down and you must choose the ace.

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[thelimitdoesnotexist]

it's a shame I couldn't stay in the woods forever but no one else would tend to my bird type friends for me.

the air in Brycha was much more refreshing than the air in places like Heropa or Nonoah. and the lakes and woods were much more welcoming.

…I didn't wish to waste time divulging information about a trip I took accompanied for personal reasons. only to inform.

first I came to the discovery that there are legendaries in this world. here they are called 'cryptids.' I hoped to see some in Brycha. but my search proved empty. I cannot fault the creatures since humans will hunt anything.

which is related to my second related message. look at this face.

[The feed briefly switches to the perpetually glaring face of a fetus-like cat creature with a couple pigeons perching and curiously pecking at his hoodie shoulders. And off it goes.]

I would have hated giving my image openly earlier but if you see that face I am not one of your 'cryptids'. I am an import. I'm not a mermaid either.