"Talking"
'Thinking'
*action*
>Someone talking back on the phone<
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LOCATION: THE VOID
Deep in the void, where even light fails to penetrate, a figure hung suspended in the absolute dark. He drifted, eyes closed, a silent anchor in the nothingness. Then, the silence broke. Energy began to coalesce, swirling around him like a cocoon. Space itself began to buckle and groan under the pressure until
KABOOM!
The cocoon shattered. Crimson's eyes snapped open, striking, luminous pools of bright blue that pierced the dark. He shook out his messy, shoulder-length black hair and stretched his lean, sharp frame.
Crimson: *yawn* "How long has it been?"
He stood upright as if on solid ground. With a casual flick of his wrist, the space above his palm began to warp and twist.
Crimson: 'Looks like I've still got the touch.'
His gaze drifted to a massive meteorite
floating nearby. Grinning, he levelled his hand like a pistol, aiming a finger at the hunk of space rock.
ZAP! ZAP! ZAP!
Crimson squinted at his work. The lasers had carved the rock into a very specific, very ridiculous shape.
Crimson: "Pfft... HAHAHAHA! IT LOOKS LIKE A BUTT!"
He clutched his stomach, laughing so violently that the fabric of reality began to ripple around him.
Crimson: "HA! I have to... HA... get rid of this!"
With a dismissive wave, an invisible force slammed into the "butt-rock," catapulting it into the distance. As the echoes of his laughter faded, he stiffened. He felt a gaze.
Crimson: 'Someone's watching me...' He turns his head sharply, breaking the fourth wall to look directly at you. "Found you. And hello! The name's Crimson. How are we doing today?"
CRICKET SOUNDS
BLACKBELL: "BOOOO! 👎"
Crimson rolled his eyes, completely unfazed.
Crimson: "Wow, tough crowd." He turns and begins casually flying through the vacuum. 'I'm bored. There's nothing to do out here. Should I go somewhere specific, or just let the universe pick my destination?'
He paced back and forth in flight, tapping his chin.
Crimson: "Random teleport it is!"
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LOCATION: ???
In the forest, space began to churn. A rift tore open, spitting out energy before Crimson stepped through onto the soft earth.
Crimson: 'Made it.' *looks around*. 'Where the hell am I?'
He closed his eyes, extending his senses like a radar sweep across the planet. A few minutes later, his eyes popped open with a smirk.
Crimson: "Looks like I'm in the Bad Guys universe... and Zootopia is connected?
Mmm, who knew?"
Blackbell: "I KNEW!!"
Crimson: "Who said that?" *He looks around* "Must have been the wind"
Blackbell: crying
Crimson: "And it looks like I've arrived eight years before the main story kicks off." *sighs, leaning against a tree* 'I have zero cash and nowhere to crash. Should I live in a box like Toji... or just take what I need?'
He didn't have to think long.
Crimson: "Stealing it is."
He marched toward the edge of the woods. As he walked, he used his magic to weave a new outfit out of thin air: a sleek black hoodie, matching pants, a hat, a face mask, and dark sunglasses. Across the street sat a massive bank.
Crimson: "THANK YOU, PLOT!"
He bypassed the front doors, slipping into the shadows of the alley. He scaled a drainage pipe with effortless grace, reached the roof, and slid into the ventilation system. After a few minutes of navigating the metal maze, he dropped silently into the main vault.
His eyes widened. Eight massive duffel bags sat staged in the corner, stuffed to the bursting point with cold, hard cash.
Crimson: 'JACKPOT!' *He does a quick dance*.
He swiped his hand, sending all eight bags into his dimensional inventory, then vanished back into the vents as quickly as he had arrived.
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