A. To-Go Order (Iris) [When approached by strangers professing to be scientists, the sensible thing might be to hear them out. One might well believe this. But where others might do so, a fellow of slight stature is absolutely not having it. The instant a hand reaches out to touch him, he bats it away, eyes narrowed in suspicion]
Don't touch me. [And as they comment among themselves, noting his hostile behavior like he's a new specimen, his unease only increases. What is this?] Stop this nonsense and tell me what this is.
[The strangers press on, peering at and around him, scribbling away more. When a scientist strays too close, he shoves an odd device away from him]
Did you hear me, I said—
[One of the scientists readies to tranquilize him. Care to de-escalate? Enjoy the show?]
B. Rough Ride (Lunatia) [The first order of business, so far as Sandalphon is concerned, is to determine if he's the only one from the Grandcypher here. His last recollection was of going to sleep in his room, only to wake in this foreign place, poked and prodded and questioned by scientists. He'd thought he was long past the years of being examined so, and he's only too eager to strike out on his own.
But he's already made a grave mistake.
He all but staggers onto the air rail platform, a hand pressed over his gut and a grimace twisting his lips]
Ugh...
[What an auspicious start to his search this is]
C. The Search (Lunatia) [Not one to be deterred, Sandalphon marches his way through the alien city he's been brought to. He isn't the least bit satisfied with the information he's been supplied, especially since it doesn't account for his presence here. Certainly, there isn't sense to it.
The heels of his boots click against the pavement as he makes his way, eyes narrowed in concentration as he looks this way and that for anything that might stand out as familiar. Anything would be a start.
But there's so much to take in, and just as he's peering up at a sign, he barrels right into someone at full speed. As one does when paying no mind to people around them. For all that he's small, the force of this may be surprising]
D. Wildcard [Have something else in mind for a coffee-drinking primarch? Hit me up]
[ooc: Sandalphon is taken from the end of What Makes the Sky Blue III: 000. If you are okay with spoilers, please include a * in your subject line. Otherwise references to recent events will be avoided]
Sandalphon | Granblue Fantasy
[When approached by strangers professing to be scientists, the sensible thing might be to hear them out. One might well believe this. But where others might do so, a fellow of slight stature is absolutely not having it. The instant a hand reaches out to touch him, he bats it away, eyes narrowed in suspicion]
Don't touch me. [And as they comment among themselves, noting his hostile behavior like he's a new specimen, his unease only increases. What is this?] Stop this nonsense and tell me what this is.
[The strangers press on, peering at and around him, scribbling away more. When
a scientist strays too close, he shoves an odd device away from him]
Did you hear me, I said—
[One of the scientists readies to tranquilize him. Care to de-escalate? Enjoy the show?]
B. Rough Ride (Lunatia)
[The first order of business, so far as Sandalphon is concerned, is to determine if he's the only one from the Grandcypher here. His last recollection was of going to sleep in his room, only to wake in this foreign place, poked and prodded and questioned by scientists. He'd thought he was long past the years of being examined so, and he's only too eager to strike out on his own.
But he's already made a grave mistake.
He all but staggers onto the air rail platform, a hand pressed over his gut and a grimace twisting his lips]
Ugh...
[What an auspicious start to his search this is]
C. The Search (Lunatia)
[Not one to be deterred, Sandalphon marches his way through the alien city he's been brought to. He isn't the least bit satisfied with the information he's been supplied, especially since it doesn't account for his presence here. Certainly, there isn't sense to it.
The heels of his boots click against the pavement as he makes his way, eyes narrowed in concentration as he looks this way and that for anything that might stand out as familiar. Anything would be a start.
But there's so much to take in, and just as he's peering up at a sign, he barrels right into someone at full speed. As one does when paying no mind to people around them. For all that he's small, the force of this may be surprising]
D. Wildcard
[Have something else in mind for a coffee-drinking primarch? Hit me up]
[ooc: Sandalphon is taken from the end of What Makes the Sky Blue III: 000. If you are okay with spoilers, please include a * in your subject line. Otherwise references to recent events will be avoided]