The voice of that parasite would fail to phase the tendrilled horror. Zelena had dealt with her kind before. She wasn't a stranger to the court, nor was she unaware of her precarious circumstances. Many a ruler had tried to collar her. They strove to tame the abomination in a bid to unlock her secrets. And thus far, none had arisen as triumphant. She was nothing if not resilient to their yoke. And the octopi would be damned if she somehow succumbed to this matriarch. Those eyes tracked the din of Nysoesa's footfalls. And once she had removed that curtain, the two aliens would inspect one another. That revelation startled the cephalopod. She hadn't before happened across one that could rival her otherworldly appearance. Superficially, their biology had some similarities. The leech also possessed feelers, albeit vastly different than her own. And what should have provided consolation only dragged the emerald sphinx deeper into the abyss of despair. How was it this creature found acceptance and a nest within this world? And yet the octopus had emerged with nothing. What separated the two? Could it be that Nysoesa had been similar enough to the inhabitant of this world to rate their devotion? Or, perhaps even more troubling, was there a significant malfunction within the aquatic one's person that destined her to languish within sequestration? However, Zelena would refrain from exposing this internal turmoil. And instead would merely inspect the bloodsucker while she winced from shock. Zelena would remain silent, examining this monster's choice of words. Whether or not her apology was heartfelt wouldn't alter the offense she had suffered. Nor would it somehow turn back the hands of time. Luckily for Nysoesa, the monstrosity within the cage was accustomed to such treatment. Those tentacles would slither across the enclosure while she tilted her head in confusion. "Many have sought to subdue me. Some employed sugary words, others force. I remained hidden to evade such an outcome. And yet, notwithstanding my sincerest efforts, I couldn't elude this cell." Zelena would retract her tendril before Nysoesa could make contact with them. With that barrier now unhatched, the octopi would remain hesitant to trust the gesture. She had no interest in being touched by her captor. And while the exact nature of the leech's physiology circumvented her comprehension. The emerald diamond wasn't so mindless as to disregard the visible fangs. Seizing this moment, Zelena would roll within a ball of her tentacles as she burst free from her prison. Once beyond its constraints, the mass of growths would unwind and shift to that of a throne. Upon that seat of oceanic extremities, Zelena would sit. Her form was towering over that of the parasitic sovereign. Those bicolored eyes vigilantly watched over Nysoesa while the octopus raised her hand. One of those studded feelers would slide across that opened palm while its sleek surface sheen was visible due to the ambient light. "Fear?" The cephalopod tilted her head somewhat inquisitively before she chuckled. "There is nothing you could do to make me suffer such an emotion. While you sit behind these walls, I abide within the haze of twilight. I've seen them, and they've seen me. However, I suppose such a distinction doesn't matter now. Go ahead, my captor, lay forth your curiosities. Let us see the extent of your thirst for knowledge." She didn't believe a single word that this matriarch expressed. There was no freedom in these walls and no salvation within the bog. Even if she rushed out the doors, it wouldn't be long before another pursued her. A point that this marsh dweller couldn't have known given the finite extent of her sagacity. "Knowledge for knowledge? So be it, I'll play this game. I've experienced your children. I've watched the way they gorge themselves—those bitten bleed beyond what's typical of such wounds. And so, I insist you bite me and inject what causes such exsanguination into this body. And, as payment, I will offer you whatever it is you wish to know. A squid quo pro, if you will." Zelena chuckled, finding this all humorous. Little did the leech know that if she honored her request that Zelena would become not only immune to that toxin but would also be able to replicate it.

gg. Hopefully its fixed soon.

I once roleplayed an edgy cricket girl. Almost as emo as sparky's pfp.

The mood had changed once again. Zelena was left bewildered concerning what was so humorous about her predicament. She had begun to question if Xoco's previous empathetic aura was an illusion. Camoflague of sorts to screen her true intentions. In silence, the cephalopod mulled over this while she tilted her head. She wondered if perhaps the goat saw her as a kook. And rather than stuff her in a flask if this woman considered her to be an object of amusement. Such introspection ruffled the octopi, leading her to contemplate which she detested more. Zelena would keep her distance while maintaining a vigilant eye. If nothing else, the fact that Xoco hadn't begun to chuck stones was a good sign. Nonetheless, things often had a habit of devolving around her. And so she'd keep her wits about her while studying the hooved stranger, which made the sight of the goat's relief all the more baffling. Why would she become visibly relaxed once the offer had been turned down? Unless she had no intention to carry out her word? Could it be that this was all a ruse? A series of empty banalities with nothing substantial to support them? Could Xoco be so cruel as to appropriate her misery as a mode to prop herself up? It wouldn't be the first time Zelena languished and was used as a pawn to stoke another's virtue. Such dreary thoughts would be stored in her mind while she continued to assess the hooved lady. And this made Xoco's poor choice of words all the more damning and painted her in a poor light. Unable to conceal her offense, the cephalopod would scrunch her nose from disgust. What manner of creature did Xoco take her for? Why would she make her interests known to an employee of the state if her motivations were so destructive? And while Zelena could understand the usefulness of assuming the worst of people. She failed to locate anything she had said to have led one to such an appalling conclusion. Nevertheless, the goatkin tried to offer an alternative. However, the maiden of the sea had long since considered that avenue. The curtain of twilight afforded many advantages. Yet, the defiled were quite the nuisance that had the habit of keeping the sentries on edge. To make matters worse, given her grotesque appearance, it wasn't uncommon for some to sling a spell first and ask questions later. Zelena unleashed a hefty sigh while she kicked the dirt. Those bicolored eyes stared down at the earth while she swayed side to side as she folded her arms underneath her bosom. "I understand." A pause ensued while her pupils veered back up at Xoco. "Don't worry about it. I'll take care of myself. I've grown used to it." She'd nod, offering a half-hearted smile before biting down on her bottom lip for comfort. "You should return to the warmth of your hearth." And with that, the cephalopod blended into the jungle before running off. The racket of distant horns bellowed while the red sap agents rode passed Xoco on their mounts. In their hands were nets and tranquilizing darts. One thing was clear, they were on the hunt and moved in the same direction as Zelena. And just like that, the song of her life would come to mind. This bitter earth What a fruit it bears What good is love That no one shares? And if my life is like the dust That hides the glow of this rose What good am I? Elders only knows This bitter earth Can it be so cold? Today I'm young Too soon I'm old But while a voice Within me cries I'm sure someone May answer my call And this bitter earth May not be so bitter after all...

That aura of combativeness abated upon beholding the goatkin's bodily reaction. The manner in which Xoco hugged herself struck a chord. The octopi herself often did so to feel a pittance of warmth within the cave. A mode that Zelena employed to verify that she was indeed still alive on a biological level. Upon witnessing the goat's behaviors, the aquatic scourge felt nonplused. Could it be her time within the wild had pushed her deeper into the realm of being a monster? Was it possible she suffered from a major malfunction that was the root cause of her loneliness? While comfortless, Zelena couldn't dismiss the possibility. Fellowship was the cornerstone of what separated sentient beings from mere animals. And as of late, its dearth had taken a toll on her. The cephalopod tilted her head, repeatedly blinking from utter bewilderment while she squatted. She extracted solace by maintaining a low profile. For within her eyes, it was better to be easily overlooked than to loll within the limelight. Zelena tapered her foci, studying the strange child's eyes as if trying to cull forth erudite concerning the matter at hand. Xoco's confession had plucked her heartstrings. And with that development, her internalized self-loathing only amplified. Why did this goatkin writhe from remorse? Could it be that Xoco wasn't out to harm her? No. It must have been a facade to lure her into complacency. Xoco's initial remarks received no rejoinder. That silence shattered whenever she spoke or the distant birds chirped. There, within that thicket, Zelena managed to regain some measure of composure. Remaining mute, she'd clean and primp herself with those feelers while they emitted a lavender perfume. The cephalopod did so to still her nerves while she tussled with how to best deal with this oddity. She could kill her. But such barbarity wasn't in Zelena's nature. Notwithstanding her outward veneer, the oceanic horror wasn't the violent sort. Nonetheless, that didn't prevent others from surrendering to their lesser nature whenever around her, which made what the goat suggested next all the more perplexing. Gifts? Was this hooved girl trying to court her? It couldn't be. Who would wish to invest themselves in such a broken creature? Zelena would shake her head, thus ridden the mind of such silly thoughts. Slowly she'd peek her head over the brush while she stared at the charitable soul of a goat. "I have no permanent abode to call my own. Anything you supply would be additional weight to carry. Never mind that books are expensive, and I doubt you could afford to satiate my appetite for knowledge." Zelena countered, only to drop down once more and fidget within the foliage. Her sharp movements caused the bushes to rustle before she finally mustered the strength to stand. "But you could help smuggle me into that network. It's a big cave, perfect for someone without a place to wander. Some things money or worldly possessions can't buy. Assuming you're fine sneaking onboard someone like myself. I need to keep heading north. I wish to see what lies beyond the jungle. Perhaps there I'll find what I'm seeking after." She added candidly only to nod twice as she stroked her chin with one of those sleek tentacles.

What an odd elf. What had Akil found so fascinating? It wouldn't take the octopi long to figure out he was studying her, like a specimen in a jar. She'd wince, grinding her teeth while that face scrunched up to announce her discomfort. Zelena hated his kind. The studious type who'd just as likely dissect her before getting to know her. Within the elf's mind, she was an enigma, an aberration worthy of being studied, and not a woman. Akil was no different than the other knife ears she had met during her time in the flask. Just another egocentric intellectual in search to bolster his career. And as much as she wanted to slap that highbrow, she'd refrain from doing so. Zelena remained mute while the dark-skinned fellow surveyed her quarters. Luckily for him, she couldn't read minds. However, the cephalopod understood her lackluster living conditions all too well. After a long pause, the mer would continue to speak. Like all highfalutin, Akil seemed to relish the sound of his voice. The way he rambled off regarding his professions didn't amuse her. Regardless, they did share one thing. That being their love for books. Although Zelena doubted that would be enough for them to formulate a bond. The emerald beauty soughed, shrugging her shoulders before stroking one of her sleek feelers. "Relocation? You mean liberation? I've sauntered across the dunes. For you see, I'm a child of the desert myself. And I learned long ago that it was doomed due to its proclivities. Many a time, I extended my tendril to offer empathy. And unfailingly, they would return that kindness with navel-gazing." That seat of tentacles carried the octopi while her free extremities tidied up her lair. The sound of her cleaning rebounded off the walls while Zelena resumed her speech. "And what situation is that? What ill fate has beset you so? You're alive and have been "relocated" to greener pastures regarding munificence and academic appreciation. The wellspring of knowledge here even eclipses the White stone college. Well, back during its glory days, at least." Zelena turned and looked over the elf. Only to slide from that throne while the tendrils shrunk and relaxed behind her back. "And what do you slake after? What aspirations keep you motivated to trek onward? Mr.Akil, I should warn you. You'll find no salvation in these halls. It is as you've said. You don't know how to change whatever troubles you. Ignorance is a nettlesome thing. A poison that often leads the most astute of mer to insanity." She sighed, giving that presentable room one final glance over. "Do you have questions? Or would you prefer to dissect my grotesque visage with those eyes till the sols burn out?"

Befuddlement plastered itself across the face of the maritime maiden. The sea fairer was uncertain what roused this impulsive alteration of Xoco's temper. What had commenced with an air of hostility abated into something new. Was the goat's demeanor sincere? Or perhaps it was a ruse to loll Zelena into a state of laxity? Xoco had no way of knowing the damage rendered onto the cephalopod. How could she? The goatkin was anything but a curiosity. Her mere existence is incapable of stimulating the scientific intrigue of others. She spent her days laughing and partaking in fellowship. In contrast, Zelena had endured isolation. She spent her waking moments within that flask with nothing but the darkness and syringes to keep her company. There was no way for Xoco to know the damage she had suffered. The misery the tendrilled maiden had mourned. The universe seemed poised to torment the octopi for all of her days. And though the scars of the body have been remedied. That broken psyche wasn't so easily repaired. And like a piece of parchment that's been crumbled. No matter how hard one tries to iron it out, it can never be perfect again. Such foul treatment delivered by others made her skittish—a phobia was left in the wake of such tribulations. Zelena trusted no one and would refuse to be touched by strangers. And while Xoco reached out with kindness, the paranoid mind was left befogged. Reflexively the cephalopod recoiled, her feelers sliding up the bark while she lifted her feet off the ground. From on high, she studied the woman while her body trembled. Frantically, her optics surveyed the scene. She was looking for a way out in case things quickly devolved. Now shaken, the oceanic horror let out a waterlogged roar. A presentation that additionally highlighted her discomfort. And a not-so-subtle look into the state of her mental wellbeing. "I feel the needles once again. I do not wish to be touched. I don't know you, and I don't trust you. This world is bitter. It cares not for one of my birthing. You know the smiles of others. I know only their derision. For too long have I listened from behind the flask. Hearkened within the paunch of the earth. From the darkness, I've remained silent. Now the time has come for me to speak and you to listen." Those eyes scouted the jungle once more before she vaulted free from the trunk. Zelena would use her tentacles to break her fall while she gracefully landed on the soggy earth. Worryingly, she'd peer back from over her shoulder and analyze Xoco. The cephalopod was still unsure what game this hooved one was playing. "Yes, people love to run in circles. They rarely pause from their routine and take in the world around them. However, to live without it is to exist devoid of purpose. Noisy or not, I'd wager it is better than silence." She retorted concerning Xoco's commentary. Gradually, she'd turn and face that goatkin. Her feelers slithered across the brush to taste the earth. Curiously, she'd tilt her head and let out and purr while considering Xoco's question. "What is my cave like? It is like the flask. Except, at least I get to choose it. It is better to pick your cell than to be forced into one. If you expected some great descriptors, then I'm sorry to disappoint. There is nothing special about my lair. It is like your hearth, except a catacomb. For nothing living inhabits it." Zelena was careful with her choice of words. And if Xoco had enough sagacity, she might catch that the creature before her didn't regard herself as living.

Initially, Zelena was greeted by nothing but the sparse trickling of water to greet her senses. An ambiance that she had grown accustomed to and preferred given it reminded her of the caves she previously inhabited. However, the hushed atmosphere wouldn't subsist for perpetuity. And that disturbance came in the form of unassuming footfalls. Wordlessly the octopi kept suctioned to the moist and spongey walls. Her appendages slithered across its sleek surface while her tendriled tongues clicked together and sent forth an inaudible stream of frequencies. Echolocation was one of her primary modes of detection. And here, within the tenebrosity of her lair, it served the beast well. That curtain of darkness strained the eyes of most and delivered a primal fear. Paranoia was a curious thing. Something that could both benefit or impair the mind. And if nothing else, it was quite the powerful motivator. Nonetheless, the trepidations wouldn't shut out the mer's curiousness. And while the mood was palpable, his apprehension was shared in equal spades with the aquatic horror. Unlike the scholarly elf, Zelena wasn't threatened by that shadowy veil. She had developed a particular set of traits to deal with such twilight. Whether it derived from the elders or a mere fluke of evolution held no weight over her mind. Eventually, Akil tiptoed into the range of her echolocation. She'd remain muted. The abomination kept clicking her oral feelers to constantly reassess his approximal location. And while unlikely, she couldn't discount the possibility Samara had dispatched him for nefarious aims. Such degrading sentiments would persist for too long. And while those foci couldn't fully make out Akil's physique. His anxiety that he radiated wasn't wholly obfuscated. Instead, fragments of it were discernible by how he navigated through the underbelly of the tower. An observation additionally endowed with importance by how the dark-skinned fellow called out. But what was it that inspired such a visceral reaction? Could it serve as the forerunner to an imminent confrontation? Would the mer succumb to his paranoia and lash out into the darkness? Or, would cooler heads prevail? Luckily, Zelena needn't wait for long to unearth that answer. The cephalopods could feel his eyes meeting her own. No doubt their luminosity drew his focus. Like a moth to the flame, Akil flirted with death. Fortunately for the archivist, Zelena wasn't prone to gluttony. And unlike his kind, she wasn't sanguinary by nature. No, she favored stability over the upheaval sired by quarrels. Although, she wasn't sure the same rang true for this stranger. For a moment, she'd study her surroundings. That astute mind mulled over a breadth of variables and potential outcomes from their meeting. And while she might have held an edge given the habitat and her alacritous extremities. She wouldn't dare attack first and discover herself dead due to an unknown spell. The silence of that room thickened. The aura ionized only to reach its zenith once the sound of her suction cups popping free echoed around the room. Those two twinkling stars rose in the darkness as she mounted her tentacles. That throne of feelers carried their mistress across the paunch of the fungus. Zelena's noodles secreted a lavender fragrance. Those not transporting her cleaned her hourglass body and primped those malachite locks of hair. And, after a wink of silence, the horror replied. "My existence may have started as a prank—some cruel cosmic joke. However, I assure you, I'm not laughing." Zelena now stood close to the man before lengthening her feelers and screwing in the crystal bulbs. The artificial light flickered, only to solidify itself and repel the darkness. Before the mer stood the beast he had been dispatched to serve. Confidently, the octopi overlaid her muscular legs. The suit of flesh squirmed about her sculpture. It bubbled, shifted, and took a shape that an onlooker's mind might struggle to classify. And in truth, it said more about them than it did the one who wore it. The cephalopod tilted her head, her emerald and topaz eyes peering through strands of hair. And there, before the agent of the eternal house, her texture and pigmentation returned to normal—no doubt a development that would likely spark interest. "I am the one known as Zelena Timanti. However, you're not my servant or hireling. I care not what the crimson menace decreed. Out there, she may hold power. But here, within these academic walls, she is nothing. And if we are going to work as one. Then respect is in order." Zelena looked about the messy room. Throughout her enclosure, Akil could see books, alchemical stations, tools, and reagents preserved within sealed jars. Yet one thing stood out the most: a single stuffed animal that was grungy and ragged—likely belonging to a child. Little did he know that was the one thing she risked her life for. The only earthly possession she had that she cherished. That keepsake reminded her of motherhood and her only daughter. And a constant source of pain and comfort alike. The final echo of what was. An artifact to keep the octopus on the straight and narrow path. A token that proclaimed she wasn't meant for bonds or family. She is and always had been destined to be one thing—a lonely sojourner.

...Looks accurate

The goat's instinct to reach for something hadn't eluded the cephalopod's attention. Zelena, however, wasn't too concerned. Even if she brandished a mighty blade, their proximity favored her feelers. And while a bit of an augury regarding how their fellowship might sour, she'd refrain from giving into impulse. After all, it wasn't as if relationships founded on more amicable grounds blossomed into anything beneficial for her. Perhaps a different approach was needed to let the bleater peek beyond her grotesque exterior. What had initially been founded on trepidation wouldn't subsist for long. The miasma of animosity weakened once Xoco had bothered to analyze the specimen before her. And while she gawked, the octopus would return the favor. Those bicolored eyes witnessed the same dread she shared. An epiphany that relayed that they both clung to the same primal fears, albeit for differing reasons. And instead of inducing the conflagrations of an altercation, it provided an ameliorating perspective. If someone so ordinary could undergo comparable anxiety, perhaps this seafaring menace wasn't so alien after all? A realization that roused Zelena to puff her bosom from dignity as one of those feelers combed her green mane. A crowing purr divorced itself from those succulent lips while the aberration kept wiggling that flower as a peace offering. And with that tribute now accepted, the tendrilled sphinx would tilt her head inquisitively while Xoco secured it behind her ear. At the same time, she imitated the gesture with another flower that she had plucked. While intuitive, it was the cephalopod's mode of trying to better fit into the goatkin's world. That behavior was akin to how that velvety skin altered its tint and sensation with the scenery around it. So far, their social exchange was going wondrously. Zelena would constantly think to herself not to screw this up. While a mundane experience to most, the beast hadn't enjoyed the presence of another. Well, not without a sword in their hand and a spell at the ready. Once Xoco and gone hushed, the octopi appeared to panic. Zelena preferred her texts. They were straightforward and seldom inflicted harm save for the periodic paper cut. But people were far more vicious and challenging to read. Thankfully, that awkward silence wouldn't last while the enigma before the goat finally strained together a string of words. "Father and mother anointed me as Zelena Timanti. The green diamond." That rejoinder was cordial enough, or so she thought. Nevertheless, if Xoco was aware, she might notice it was an oni name. A race a few generations expired. Embarrassed, she'd rest her hand on the other's elbow, only to kick the dirt. "Many don't take the road less travel. Many quickly stroll down familiar paths without adventuring to see what lies the other way. That is to say; few look outside their bubble. T-thank you. For not attacking me. And dealing with my hideous nature. I...I don't get to talk often. Well, not before rocks are thrown. I like to pretend it's a game and a compliment..." One needn't prod too long to see the organism was bungling. A fact that wouldn't come as shocking, given that Zelena discovered how to deal with people by reading books. And those books were penned by people who also learned social cues from books. Mulling in silence, Zelena would blunder and try to keep the conversation going. A stunt she'd likely regret. "Do you also live in a cave? I've seen that big cave behind the wall. Far larger than my home. It must get noisy. What is it like to be allowed behind those barricades?"

Bandits are meanies.

From her perched little sanctuary, Zelena could effectively scout out the scene. The coming and goings of the outpost were remarkable. So much so that the octopi couldn't help but study their behaviors. The patrol of the guards was initially in the limelight. Eventually, her bicolored eyes shifted and inspected the peddlers and rail workers strolling about the settlement. From on high, the occupants of this outpost appeared insignificant. They were akin to ants going about their mundane routines blissfully unaware of her snooping. A part of Zelena desired to reach out with her feelers and commune with them. Regrettably, she'd shy away from such a direct approach. The events of yesteryear still marred the cephalopod. And though her body may have mended, the mind was far less resilient. Such sequestration only amplified her inner turmoil. However, that inner disposition waned due to the chirping of the birds and the warmth of the suns. A gentle breeze rolled throughout the wilderness. Its imperceptible movements drove the leaves to sway as their psithurism hypnotized Zelena. Softly she'd respire, only to regain her equanimity and veer her focus back to that prize. It was then the aquatic horror beheld the ditzy goatkin. There was a skip in Xoco's gait, reminiscent of the one Zelena once held during her preadolescence. The tchotchke radiated a conciliatory aura riped with juvenile naïveté. Zelena would sacrifice much to relive those puerile years. To turn back the flow of time and alter the current that swept her off her feet. But alas, such wishful thinking would bear no fruit. And rather than fritter away her time on such woolgathering, she'd return to the present. Cautiously and gradually, those suction-cupped tentacles would carry the abomination down its girthy trunk. Occasionally, Zelena would click her alien tongue and transmit an inaudible frequency to better gauge her surroundings. Unsurprisingly given her proximity to their bluster, the zone appeared bereft of predators. Well, save for herself. Xoco's crooning hushed the wildlife as it stood out against the rustling of the leaves and foliage. The goat's trampling made her easy enough to track. Her antics disclosed that she was complacent and thus powerless. A defenselessness that the maiden of the sea could exploit to her benefit should her hearts be so inclined. Hanging low, with her skin mimicking the shade and texture of the bark, she'd wait. Although, before reaching her fixed location, the monster plucked a flower from the brush. Wordlessly the tendrilled one abided, employing her hearing, eyes, and echolocation to track the jovial goat. And once she had begun her approach, those jade and topaz jewels stood out against the brown backdrop of the lumber. Initially, she might consider it to be a trick of the eyes. However, the extension of that tentacle offering her the flower was too much to be dismissed. Zelena's body expanded while the popping of those suction cups breaking free from their hold might have been heard. Before Xoco's very eyes, her skin shifted in hue to her natural green. And then, the once barklike texture became satiny. Across this alien's hourglass figure was a shifting layer of some indecipherable organic mass. Despite her grotesque materialization and body, the octopi attempted her best to emit an amicable atmosphere. Notwithstanding such drudgeries, if the goatkin bothered to study those eyes, she might yet glean that Zelena was afraid. Hesitantly, with that tentacle still extended, waiting for the girl to snatch the purple flower. The horror took a step forward. Her feet snapped a twig while they left an odd imprint in the mud. A subtle indication that this 4' 10" (Discounting the horns) enigma was considerably heftier than she might have appeared at a glance. "Hi..." Her voice was weak, almost crackly. While it was true, Zelena elected direct contact with the outpost. She couldn't discount the prudence in meeting one of them alone in the woods. The creature could always retreat and vanish into the copse if the worst scenario unfolded. "D-don't scream. Don't hurt me..." That plea may have fallen on deaf ears. Nonetheless, Zelena felt compelled to try something. And as much as she appreciated Sloth's and Rorschach's company, she felt alone as of late. After all, she might outwardly be an ogre. However, on the inside, she was no different than Xoco. Just another girl in search of her prince charming. Or, at the very least, someone to call a friend. Then again, could one as battered as her even hope to form bonds? Given her past, this all felt like a fool's errand. But for now, all the octopus could do was wait and see how things might develop.

This bitter world... | Whitesand Empire Here is the thread. I kept Zelena away so you could setup the scene on your end as you deemed fit. I didn't wish to godmod how you'd handle your operation. On my second post I will interact. owo

I will pick a location. It is a simple meetup so I will work on something

How are the fixes discussed coming along? @Ismail Ki

Zelena could always use a friend. Although I don't know if your character can handle her grotesque visage.

Someone who can be a good friend.