[It was strange. To finally return to the aetherial sea, after so long in a limbo of sleep... only to suddenly be somewhere else. Alive, and awake, under the light of the sun, and the breeze of the windmills on a mountaintop. There were precious little answers other than that; eventually, Hythlodaeus was ushered to some sort of headquarters, a facility that reminded him much of the research anyders of Amaurot, though far less extravagant. There was some explanation about this world, full of beasts and danger, and the Salamanders were quite adept healers. Well, he wasn't really a very good healer, but he supposed he could learn.
It was... a lot to take in. And Hythlodaeus merely hung the medallion next to his mask (most people here didn't seem to wear them, so he'd left his own over his chest), and he supposed he would simply deal with it. But in his exploration of the Salamanders' headquarters, a familiar face made the situation a bit more easy to process... though the face is, well, not as familiar as he's used to.]
Ah, Emet-selch!
[His smile is still as cheerful as ever; and his eyes would certain never mistake the vibrancy of Emet-selch's soul, though the appearance may change. Still, it is strange... as he gets a closer look at it, it's a bit extravagant for the Emet-selch he knows, and he crosses his arms, one hand curiously held to his chin.]
...You seem a bit shorter than I remember, actually.
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[action, salamanders' lodge] backdated before the kaiju attack because we all have great timing
It was... a lot to take in. And Hythlodaeus merely hung the medallion next to his mask (most people here didn't seem to wear them, so he'd left his own over his chest), and he supposed he would simply deal with it. But in his exploration of the Salamanders' headquarters, a familiar face made the situation a bit more easy to process... though the face is, well, not as familiar as he's used to.]
Ah, Emet-selch!
[His smile is still as cheerful as ever; and his eyes would certain never mistake the vibrancy of Emet-selch's soul, though the appearance may change. Still, it is strange... as he gets a closer look at it, it's a bit extravagant for the Emet-selch he knows, and he crosses his arms, one hand curiously held to his chin.]
...You seem a bit shorter than I remember, actually.
it's fine our timing is great
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