[Day 1][Open] Dearest Brother, Where Couldst Thou Be?

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White, pure white. Or was it? Just how pure exactly is purity? And when one truly thinks about it, is anything in this world really pure? In fact, white is the absence of all colors, so it can't be pure! Wait, no, that's black. White is the combination of all colors. Hold on, that's right! White is a combination, so it can't be pure! Dammit adjectives, once again thou hast forsaken those who hold you dearest!

Lyssamanya groaned in pain, standing up from the cold, hard ground he had been lying on. "Do you not just hate adjectives, brother?" The boy stretched as he spoke. "And I mean, like, with a burning passion. Wait, is burning an adjective...? Dammit! We are aiding the enemy! Come to my side, dearest little brother!" The Enchanter put his left hand on his hip and held his sword valiantly up towards the clear sky. "Prepare for war! Tonight, baby brother, we shall defeat the great Overlord of Descriptive Words! Hear my words, adjectives! For you have messed with the wrong siblings! We, the Illenement Twins, shall destroy you and all you- Ooo~! When did I get a sword?!" When the hell did he get a sword...? Lyssamanya noticed his reflection in the window of a nearby shop. "Whoa! When did I get such fancy clothes?! When did I get glasses?! Wait, I've always had glasses..." The boy pulled his tongue out, examining it. "Hwhen didth ai geth thith thathoo?!" He pulled his tongue back into his mouth.

The boy staggered back a bit as he realized what had happened. His eyes shook in their sockets out of fear. "My god... Brother, we're..." Lyssamanya was horrified. He reeled in fear for a few moments before forcing himself to finish his sentence... "...in The Matrix... Quick, brother! Do you know what this means?!" The boy spun around to face nothingness as he conotinued to speak. "We must find Keanu Reeves! Only The One can save us now! And remember baby brother, never - and I mean NEVER - take the blue pill! Do you understand me?! Good! Now that we know our mission... Where the hell are you...?"

Lyssamanya looked around, seeing nobody. He walked around and found gargantuan clouds of people. Or is it crowds of people? Is that like a pride of lions? The crowd showed many emotions, a large variety and display. He began to shout out as he walked and looked around. "TENEMANYA!! LITTLE BROTHER!!" He ran up to a group of Adventurers who seemed calm. He was relieved too, since all he'd seen thus far were crowds of cry babies and wusses. What a bunch of losers those guys were, right? What was he doing here again...? Oh! Right! Saving his brother, or... whatever... "Excuse me! I'm looking for someone, you gotta help me! My little brother is missing!" Lyssamanya suddenly remembered something urgent, and its urgency was clear in his voice. "Wait, I'm looking for two people, actually! Have any of you seen a guy named Keanu Reeves? Might know him as The One? Maybe Neo? He's friends with a black dude with shiny shades!"

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Blink. Stare. Blink. Stare. "Where am I?" Dorian lay flat against the ground, his environment unbeknownst to him as he remained motionless, staring up at the vibrant blue of the sky above. "I don't remember going outside." Taking in a slow, drawn out breath, he lifted his head off the ground... Followed by his back, planting his hands into the hard surface beneath him as he hoisted his body upwards. Taking his time, he turned his head from side to side, observing his surroundings carefully. Vast arrays of overgrown buildings and plant life slowly taking back a hold over the streets of what could barely be recognised as London. "Londinium... But then, this is... I'm... Oh boy..."

Eventually, with great effort, Dorian pushed himself up onto his feet, dusting off his clothing. His clothing. He looked down at himself, blinking as he recognised the rather out of place, casual attire he had almost identically replicated from real life. Jeans, sneakers, grey tee and a red plaid over-shirt left open; the only thing out of place was the large leather strapping wrapped around his torso, holding the scabbard for his katana across his back. That, and the strange tingling sensation that was stretched across the back of his shoulder blades. If he was correct in his assumptions of where he was, then that was probably his Race of Ritual tattoo. For some reason, there was a bit of residual irritation there; after all, he never had tattoos in real life. Conservative family.

That was of course when he heard the faint sound of a voice calling out loudly from nearby, his ears twitching as he picked up on the words, though most of them hardly made any sense. "People...?" Quickly, Dorian broke out into a speedy walk, zipping across to hide behind the corner of an overgrown building, the gap in the roots at the base of the structure allowing him to hide and see what was going on at the same time. From there, he spotted the deranged, loud individual, standing on their own, shouting to some imaginary brother that wasn't actually there. When the stranger began walking away, Dorian almost considered leaving him be; but, his growing curiosity and desire to help quickly took over. With a sudden burst of agility and fexibility, he slipped over the top of the roots in a free form leap, as if parkour was now embedded into his system. "I did pick Dancer..."

Following the stranger, Dorian managed to catch up just as he had made it to the large crowds of people; he was unsure if they were NPCs, PCS, or an incredibly vast mix of both. Shrugging off that question, he focused on the nearby stranger, avoiding coming closer as he ranted about the Matrix and Keanu Reeves. Eventually, he moved in, reaching his hand out to gently place it on the stranger's shoulder. "Uh... Hai there, are you looking for someone? Perhaps I can help." It was a long shot, but there was always a chance; besides, Dorian wasn't the kind of person to avoid helping others.

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