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Who: 008/Pyunma and anyone!
When: His arrival
Where: The Plaza
Style: Starting brackets, but I'll follow you.
Status: Open!
[Being wet isn't any surprise, not after Pyunma had just been out in the ocean dragging the others out of the water. What he doesn't expect is to suddenly not be in their little craft with the rest of his teammates. A flash of movement above catches his attention, and when he looks up, he sees a shark swimming in the water beyond the dome. It takes a few moments of staring to take in.]
Yomi? But...
[That should be impossible. They still had such a distance to travel. Unless he was teleported, but why only him?]
001? [He stands still as the moments stretch on, but there's no voice echoing through his head. Even if his fellow cyborg sent him here, he must not be able to contact him. Pyunma is about to find somewhere not so... public when he notices the brochure next to him. It's a quick read, but in the end, it doesn't explain the one thing he really wants to know. He's still unsure about this place, but there's information he needs to have. So, with one hand at his hip, he approaches the next passerby he sees.]
Excuse me. Have you seen anyone wearing a uniform like mine?
When: His arrival
Where: The Plaza
Style: Starting brackets, but I'll follow you.
Status: Open!
[Being wet isn't any surprise, not after Pyunma had just been out in the ocean dragging the others out of the water. What he doesn't expect is to suddenly not be in their little craft with the rest of his teammates. A flash of movement above catches his attention, and when he looks up, he sees a shark swimming in the water beyond the dome. It takes a few moments of staring to take in.]
Yomi? But...
[That should be impossible. They still had such a distance to travel. Unless he was teleported, but why only him?]
001? [He stands still as the moments stretch on, but there's no voice echoing through his head. Even if his fellow cyborg sent him here, he must not be able to contact him. Pyunma is about to find somewhere not so... public when he notices the brochure next to him. It's a quick read, but in the end, it doesn't explain the one thing he really wants to know. He's still unsure about this place, but there's information he needs to have. So, with one hand at his hip, he approaches the next passerby he sees.]
Excuse me. Have you seen anyone wearing a uniform like mine?
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And what, exactly, does that orange and red affront to the senses determine about a dipshit name made of numbers? What's it a uniform for, or is it so stupid that it's better you don't tell me?
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[Not to mention a complicated and pretty personal one, so he opts for compromise.]
If you'd rather, you can call me Pyunma instead.
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[A proper six-letter name, even!]
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In any case, thank you for your help, Karkat Vantas.
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Whatever. You are far from the first newbie I've schoolfed on this place, and I highly doubt you're going to be the last. Just don't be an idiot about it, and I won't come to regret wasting my time on an empty-lobed dipshit.