[hello! in the simulation room today, there is... this. you're standing on an island, looking out over a lush landscape, with more islands visible in the distance; a large structure sits on one, waterfalls pouring off the edge of another. it's idyllic, here.
emet-selch is seated on the first island's edge, looking out over the rest. instead of his normal appearance, he has a pair of black raven wings, a silver crown's spires growing from his head, and wherever his skin's not covered by robes-- it's shadowy, but not dark, lit from the inside by a slow-moving pattern of tiny, multicolored lights. it's like somebody put a galaxy projector on him.
he glances up to alphinaud with four glowing, golden eyes.]
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w2, monday
emet-selch is seated on the first island's edge, looking out over the rest. instead of his normal appearance, he has a pair of black raven wings, a silver crown's spires growing from his head, and wherever his skin's not covered by robes-- it's shadowy, but not dark, lit from the inside by a slow-moving pattern of tiny, multicolored lights. it's like somebody put a galaxy projector on him.
he glances up to alphinaud with four glowing, golden eyes.]
-ah. Investigating as well, I take it.
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Is that you, Emet-Selch?
[ A rhetorical question, more than anything. He realizes quickly enough that it certainly is. ]
Ah... that is—indeed, I am. I've not seen a "simulation room" ere now, but this isn't what I had expected of it.