"Eh, I dunno." GM replied to Ribas as they continued to fly through the void. "I'll figure that out as I figure stuff out, you know? I mean, I still plan to re-brand this place into my own little game, after all, so there's a lot more work to be do-" he cut himself off and stopped in his tracks. "…Waaaaait…" he spoke up. "Something's… off… this is… wait, what?" he talked mostly to himself, before he caught sight of a bright white light coming in from his right side. He flinched in mid-air, closing his eyes and bringing his arms and his wings in front of him as the wave of light came over the two of them.
The strange sensation was over almost instantaneously. When GM opened his eyes, what he saw in front of him was… not void. Confused, he spun around in mid-air a bit, taking a look at his new surroundings. Above him, he saw sky, and below him… roleplays. The realistic-looking cities suggested modern-day roleplays, but, why was there nothing else in sight? Why did the land no longer have the same confusing, muddled landscape previously signature to the Guild world? And more importantly… where did everything come from?!
"This is… I mean… wait." GM stuttered, still trying to get a hold on the situation. Lots of new roleplays came out of nowhere… all at once… this is — no, this isn't a natural thing… this is… oh! Hold on — it almost feels like… is… is there more at work here besides just the Guild world?!" he rambled. "Augh, I need to get back to base." he quickly spoke up, starting to fly off again before stopping himself. "If I can even… find my base…!!" he seethed, thoroughly confused and annoyed by the situation. His left eye started to glow more intensely as he set off again, hoping to be able to navigate the new landscape. "Fuckin' spacey-wacey fuckin' roleplays fuckin' mumble mumble grumble…"
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Muse found himself sombered by Leon's story. It was times like these he remembered just what horrible things that GM was putting these roleplayers through — and they weren't even used to a place as bizarre and sometimes hostile as the Guild world. And with Leon's situation in particular, well… Muse couldn't imagine how awful it must be to be GM's personal chew toy. "I'm very sorry to hear about all that…" he told Leon. "But, at the very least, it seems like he never took away that respawning power of yours — for some reason."
"GM does a lot of weird things," Muse spoke up to Rae. "But I don't think this is too weird for him." he explained. "I think he's made it pretty clear by now that he doesn't consider us to be a real threat, so, why wipe us out? Instead, he's content just toying with us…" he finished sadly. It was then he realized that he had hardly any idea what he was even doing with all these roleplayers. Did he really have any chance at all of getting rid of GM? If not, then what was he even doing?
Seeing Books start to fall, Muse held out his arms to catch her. Oh, right, these guys need me just to survive… he reminded himself. "You ok?" he asked.
Before a response could come, though, a white light passed over their group, too — the same sort of thing that GM and Ribas saw. Muse flinched slightly, closing his eyes in the light's presence, and, when it had cleared, his eyes blinked open at the sight of solid ground below him. "Huh… that's something." he mused, looking down at the grass beneath his feet. Taking a closer look around, they seemed to be in some sort of forest clearing. Small sources of light flittered between the trees. Muse squinted his eyes to try to get a closer look at them. "Oh… fairies…" he yawned, acknowledging the tiny creatures that seemed to be paying little mind to the roleplayer group. "We must be in some sort of fantasy roleplay…" he continued, still struggling to wrap his mind around everything that had just happened, though he was clearly growing exhausted. "I wonder how we got here…" he continued tiredly.
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Elsewhere, a young roleplayer woke up to the sensation of a cat pawing at his face. The two of them had fallen through the void together — the strange effects seemingly enough to knock the two of them unconscious — but, thanks to certain, strange events, it seemed that they'd managed to land in some RP setting.
MK Ultra shuffled his paws around impatiently in the gray, dry soil beneath them, turning his head around to look at their surroundings as, suddenly, it seemed that the 'Guild' had significantly less void areas.