IMPERIAL_SAGA

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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.

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"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....

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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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[skadoosh]

Ooh, ouch. That had to hurt. Enter a concerned, roly-poly black and white ball of a panda, who stands over the lump and prods it with a toe. "Hey buddy? You okay? You kind of...fell. From the sky." Like you do.

Said panda shows no sign of recognition, even when the peacock unfolds himself completely. In fact, he actually looks relieved. "Whoa! You actually had me worried there for a minute. No, no! You can't be dead if you're moving around like that." Beat. "Well. Then again, you could be a ghost. Ooh! Ooh! Or a hopping vampire! Man, wouldn't want to run into one of those guys." He gives a dramatic (kung fu) shudder, then suddenly looks worried.

"Uh...you're...not a hopping vampire, right?"