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| [Asbel is coughing violently; a gasp for air had sent a mouthful of water down the wrong way. His head along with his vision were spinning; it felt as though someone had clobbered him over the head with a hammer. He's content to remain on all fours as he fights off a second fit of coughing. Looking around he notices the distinct lack of snow that had surrounded him and the others only a moment ago...]
[The others...]
[Asbel's eyes widen and he jumps to his feet and stumbles.]
Sophie-!
[His rush to stand just blurs his vision again and a moment later, he's back on his knees. Asbel looks around again. Was this Zavhert?]
[He sees a bench with towels and just then realizes he's drenched. It takes him a few minutes to properly catch his breath before he attempts to walk over. He grabs a towel and spies two drawings on the wall above the bench. The first one seems to be a scribble of a stickman, with a porcupine on his head. The drawing of the man on the second poster looks strangely familiar...]
I wonder who made these.
[He glances around again, looking for people. That's when he spots the letters painted on the ground. He raises an eyebrow at the words.]
Ass Bell and... Sophie!
[He looks back at the posters, and sure enough the very same horribly spelled version of his name, along with Sophie’s, is written on them. Asbel looks down at the ground for more clues. This time he spots an arrow pointing toward what appears to be coral, which he follows at a run.]
[The idea that this might be a trap didn't occur to him as he sprinted toward the coral, his thoughts were focused on finding his friends. If Sophie had left him a drawing, it meant-]
Woah-!
[Asbel trips over a curled up ball of purple, his momentum sends him soaring into the air for a second before he crashes spectacularly onto the ground.]
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['Sup Vatheon. There is a Yuri Lowell all up in your networks and stuff now. Go him.]
Huh. You'd think this thing'd be easier to use...
[He sighs, poking it; still unsure if the video function is working he continues on.]
Okay, so apparently, from what I've heard this isn't hell for drowned people. Or anywhere on Terca Lumireis that I know of, either.
[There's some muttering under his breath as he sighs.]
... and I take it that most of you don't even know what that is. What about blastia? Aer? What a pain -- I really must be cursed.
[He clears his throat again before looking at the device.]
Also, I know some of you are already here with us -- mind telling me more about what to expect here? Maybe I'll even spare a few gald to the lucky person that decides to tell me something, what do you say?
[There's an exasperated eye-roll as he pokes the screen on the mysterious device given him.]
...this thing even working?
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