[ The returning Steam Gunner is a little baffled at first-- but he quickly reorients himself when he sits up. It was an area type he hadn't been to in quite a while, usually opting for the darker dungeons or night fields.
He holds up a gloved hand as a shield, violet eyes squinting against the brightness. It'd been about a year in The World, and he still wasn't used to such light.
But the letter bee recognizes all the markers of a Quest when he sees them. The checklist, the brief explanation-- and the GMs, far off. There was no mistaking it.
The silver-haired man gets to his feet and brushes off his navy leather pants. He isn't very good at approaching others, and Miss Amaterasu is nowhere in sight. ]
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He holds up a gloved hand as a shield, violet eyes squinting against the brightness. It'd been about a year in The World, and he still wasn't used to such light.
But the letter bee recognizes all the markers of a Quest when he sees them. The checklist, the brief explanation-- and the GMs, far off. There was no mistaking it.
The silver-haired man gets to his feet and brushes off his navy leather pants. He isn't very good at approaching others, and Miss Amaterasu is nowhere in sight. ]