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aim_exorable[At around five in the afternoon or so, an anonymous message will go around the network.]
Hello.
I appear to be stranded on an unknown planet with alien lifeforms.
If I could have the name of this place along with further information on its inhabitants and its relation to the Alternian Empire, that would be most helpful.
Thank you.
[It's best not to reveal his blood color and quirk over this network. After all, he is an exile of the highest order who absconded with the help of a wanted pirate. Other trolls will want him dead and, really, he doesn't want to flaunt his shame anymore than he absolutely must.]
[For anyone going through the plaza however, they'll be able to find a certain individual seated at one of the outside tables of a cafe, all in his own little corner. His height and muscle make quite a few things seem small in comparison. He's gathered a couple of the tables together with his things spread along them. On his right are pieces of his armor set along a towel, freshly dried. Everyone knows you don't let armor stay wet, after all. To his left, there's a set of rather advanced looking tools. And in front of him?
Yep, sure is taking apart the SFC. What? It helps keep him calm.]
Hello.
I appear to be stranded on an unknown planet with alien lifeforms.
If I could have the name of this place along with further information on its inhabitants and its relation to the Alternian Empire, that would be most helpful.
Thank you.
[It's best not to reveal his blood color and quirk over this network. After all, he is an exile of the highest order who absconded with the help of a wanted pirate. Other trolls will want him dead and, really, he doesn't want to flaunt his shame anymore than he absolutely must.]
[For anyone going through the plaza however, they'll be able to find a certain individual seated at one of the outside tables of a cafe, all in his own little corner. His height and muscle make quite a few things seem small in comparison. He's gathered a couple of the tables together with his things spread along them. On his right are pieces of his armor set along a towel, freshly dried. Everyone knows you don't let armor stay wet, after all. To his left, there's a set of rather advanced looking tools. And in front of him?
Yep, sure is taking apart the SFC. What? It helps keep him calm.]
