IMPERIAL_SAGA

[nomen_est_numen]

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That portal wasn't there a second ago. Neither was what fell out of it in a shower of metal bits and wood shards, hitting the floor with a graceless thud, a lump of white and red feathers and white and grey silk. It stirs and regains its feet, wobbling, and turns out to be nothing more than an anthropomorphic leucistic Indian peacock. "'M I... dead?" the bird mumbles, gazing about, said gaze becoming panicked and then bordering on positively deranged.

2
"You there!" A loud, British (Birdish?) voice rings out, stopping you in your tracks. The owner of said voice, described above, stalks forward, his metal-shod feet making quiet scraping and clinking sounds. He stops less than a foot away from you and draws a very shiny, very sharp feather-shaped knife. "Tell me where I am," he continues, his voice now a quiet, dangerous whisper. His eyes are wide and quite unstable....

3
Obligatory combat post! Watch out for those knives out of no-where! Clearly, you are between this bird and whatever he wants. DEFEND YOURSELF. Or... run screaming. Or... whatever it is you do.

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[villain_of_this_play]

Kuja turns and glares at the voice. "It pays to have some manners," He responds coolly as he glances at the knife. "And to know when not to wave your pen knife at others."

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[nomen_est_numen]

Hmm. A cool reaction. Something at least worthy of note. Shen lowers the knife but doesn't put it away quite yet, and puts on his most conciliatory (though some night say condescending) smile. "Of course," he answers silkily, suddenly the picture of gentility. "Tell me where I am... please."