“Hello, Welcome To Lone Moon. It Seems You May Be In Need Of Guidance In Your Waking Life.” The Pierrot

Prophetic Naps

@pcrplevenom

This was no typical dream. The air was cool with the scent of rain. Marble halls stretched forth, many paths to be taken and explored.

On the floor was a mosaic of a grand tree, stretching its branches.

There was the sound of soft dancer's footsteps, and a Troll dressed as a Pierrot stood.

"Um, I am unsure. Does this remind you of anything?" Stelle asked.

She looked into the room, the entry of an ice palace. "Strange..."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?

On Call

@adam--bomb

It was a more complex mission, but Aurora Lark III didn't just serve Trolls.

However, this planet, Pandora... It was a unique challenge in danger levels.

A respiratory illness was detected and determined dangerous, so the Aurora Lark III's scientists and doctors crafted vaccines. It was just getting the vaccines into the patients...

Bandits rarely came looking for anything other than a fight. Capturing them would be dangerous and unethical.

So the safest bet now... Darting them, as well as working on food-based vaccines.

If only there was a local doctor who could give insight before the powderkeg blew...

Capell Legato aimed his air rifle at a few Bandits that were carrying on in their usual way. It was then he noticed they were *after something*.

📍Tenju-an, Nanzen-Ji , Kyoto Japan

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"Okay, so Harmonus still has the whole Classpect thing, as it's important to the Multiverse ecosystem blah blah blah..." Palmia glanced to her companions, the deer snorting and aware.

"However, because these games and 'Sessions' that destroy and rebuild universes are, overall, unpredictable... There's a risk of damage to the Multiverse's core, the Tree that Holds All. That's where ones like Rennoh come in. Catching on?

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

So incredible. 😍

A soft voice was heard. "Would you like some help?" Rennoh smiled, holding a basket of tools.

Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.