[ The Dravanian Hinterlands were normally beautiful, but unfortunately for everyone involved, a little mishap decided to happen today, and by mishap, I mean a fucking meteorological event the size of a person crashes into Anyx Trine. Fortunately, nobody is injured in the event, but quite a few dragons are startled by the loud BOOM as metal bits and bobs get obliterated, scattering all over the place. Whatever machine it was completely destroyed beyond any hope of recognition.
Expecting perhaps a Garlean device (or worse), a few observe but find a person in the middle with white hair instead and rabbit ears. ... Viera? Probably. Just absolutely out of it. He sounds drunk, his grunts shifting in pitch as he attempts to stumble upward and fails horribly because his legs are broken from the descent. He's wearing a blindfold, though that also seems to have gotten pretty charred, along with the rest of his white clothes. There's a smaller machine next to him that appears to be entirely offline, shaped like an odd square thing with little teeny hands. A Conveniently Earnable Minion.
Uh... he's dizzy. What... happened? Who is he? Where is he? ]
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[ Stumble. He falls, realizing his legs aren't working well. The crater (and his body) is so hot to the touch right now he can barely think straight. The heat vents out of his mouth and he coughs. The dragons are sort of staring like, "should we help him?" ]
let me know if i need to edit anything but tbh he broke and amnesia'd so
Expecting perhaps a Garlean device (or worse), a few observe but find a person in the middle with white hair instead and rabbit ears. ... Viera? Probably. Just absolutely out of it. He sounds drunk, his grunts shifting in pitch as he attempts to stumble upward and fails horribly because his legs are broken from the descent. He's wearing a blindfold, though that also seems to have gotten pretty charred, along with the rest of his white clothes. There's a smaller machine next to him that appears to be entirely offline, shaped like an odd square thing with little teeny hands.
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Uh... he's dizzy. What... happened? Who is he? Where is he? ]
...
[ Stumble. He falls, realizing his legs aren't working well. The crater (and his body) is so hot to the touch right now he can barely think straight. The heat vents out of his mouth and he coughs. The dragons are sort of staring like, "should we help him?" ]
H... heartburn. W-where...?