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A featureless, almost unnerving room of red, with a slight elevation in the middle. Although it seems to just be something bizarre...it's possible there is more to this place. The left wall has been destroyed, leaving a spreading abyss.
Don: He scrambles inside this room, a strange look in his eyes, as he glances around...after seeing it's all empty, he seems to come to his senses.
"Oh. Well, what a strange room! I wonder why everyone kept yapping about it?"
☆ : "DON!!!! DON!!!"
☍ : "We're here! And by 'we', I mean... funky guys! In the skies!"
⁜ : "Hello, Don."
Don: He yelps, practically collapsing onto the floor.
...A good 5 seconds pass as he lies there.
"...That's me! Ahahah...am I hearing things again?"
☆ : "nope :3"
☍ : "Nope. We're here. What's up, doc?"
Don: "Oh, ah, well! I needed help in my research, specifically with fixing Rue's brain, and after I heard there may be deity activity in this room I came right over, but uh...I don't see any deities. What do they even look like...?"
⚇ : "depends."
⁜ : "You can't see us, but we certainly are here."
☍ : "I've got like, five funny hats on. Don't think too hard about it."
Don: "...Oh!"
His hands flap a bit at his sides in an erratic motion. "Well, yippee! Ahah, I was just wondering if you had any information on things related to....that."
⚇ : "none of us are brain surgeons."
⚇ : "sorry. we are pathetic excuses for deities."
⚇ : "you would have better luck elsewhere. leave us here to decay, i say."
☍ : "...and besides! I've already asked about their brain to mixed results. I think they hate me now, but that's price you pay for these kinda things."
Don: "Hm? But you all are deities, so surely you would know of some sort of way to fix the wiring in that head of his. I just can't investigate myself because, unfortunately...it's, ahah, someone's brain."
⚇ : "weak ones. useless ones."
⚇ : "no sense in wasting your time here."
Don: "..."
Don: "Do you need therapy?"
☆ : "yeah it does I think"
☆ : "though it does have a point - we don't know enough about rue's condition to help you here"
⁜ : "Yeah. Unfortunately, we do not have the power we wish we had."
◆ : "or rather, have, had we been somewhere else"
⁜ : "This place seems to have strange effects. It dampens our powers."
Don: He scritches his chin. "Ah...ahah...well, that's stupid. Have you considered gaining more power? That would be awesome."
It's hard to tell what exactly he's getting at...he probably doesn't know either.
☆ : "We would if we knew how to do that"
Don: "...Uh oh."
Don pulls out his notepad again, writing more things down. "I see, I see...well, what things can you do? Hahah."
☆ : "Manifestation of small items"
⚇ : (a stock explosion gif appears on the pedestal, damaging nothing. yes, that one.)
☆ : "...thanks for the example"
Don: He flops over like a scared goat again.
...
"Woah! That was, ahah,, ahahah..."
◆ : "and projection of images into your brain, for example"
⁜ : "We can also beam images into your brain."
⁜ : "Sorry I had no better image rn"
☆ : "guys I was going to say something nice and now you are beaming horrible images into his head :("
◆ : "we should. refain from using this power too much, maybe"
Don: He continues lying there. He is very very scared. You can tell because he's laughing a bit louder now.
⁜ : "I think we may have broken him."
☆ : "Don, you're like a small baby animal on the side of a highway. I love it."
Don: "Ah....well...I am a kind of animal...so, yes! But I am not a baby. I was born at the age of 30."
He sits up now, staring at the ceiling.
◆ : "So mr. inventor"
◆ : "Do you have any idea to give us more power here?"
Don: "Well," he begins, looking back in his notes, "if something is draining your power, I hypothesize that it is the prawn watching over us all. In that case, all you'd need to do is kill them to gain your power back! Simple, really, as prawns taste wonderful when boiled!"
⁜ : "If the prawn could take away our power... I fear what it could do to us as punishment for attempting to murder it."
☆ : "we... cannot do that. unfortunately."
⚇ : "...you are not long for this world."
◆ : "You and your companions cant seem to kill it either, it just reforms"
Don: "Well I know that, I'm going on the age of 50...I think. Anyways, that sucks! I suppose I'll have to do all of the brawn of it myself down here."
Don: "I don't think it'll be too hard to fix someone's brain...killing the prawn will be much more difficult, but I will uncover its secrets. I always do."
⚇ : "you will be dead within the next few days, i mean."
Don: "...Oh."
He stares. Blankly.
"That also sucks."
⁜ : "Regardless of your fate, we wish you luck on your endeavors."
⚇ : "that is why youre here, isnt it? fate is giving us a chance to speak with you before the end."
Don: "Oh waiiit, you're the deity who needs therapy telling me this! Okay, it all makes sense now, ahahah...hah."
Instead of giving any proper goodbye, he just turns around and scrambles out as fast as he burst in. The door is left wide open.
⚇ : "...i already have a therapist."