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Law draws his towering mace out and enters a guarding stance. Love laxly pulls from her shoulder the mighty Worldloss and caresses the string with a sleepy, smiling expression. Order just stands there, holding her grip securely on Monument’s handle as she prepares for what could be a lightning-speed draw.
“What is it?!” Lain says again, quickly getting behind an equally afraid Matimay. Aoline gets to Order’s side and grasps the hilt of her sword the same way Order is with her own. Dresmond reaches into his cloak, turning into himself with a brutal style; the clear mark of a man who’s seen enough fights for a lifetime regardless of age.
Lain quivers behind the others, all listening to the singing, getting closer and closer. By this point, everyone can hear the source of the music bending around the group of trees separating them. It’s a banjo accompanied by a singer, and it’s not half-bad.

“To be frank we actually don’t know that much about this creature. Ywn mentioned briefly that it observes happenstances in other dimensions, like a sort of spy or basement-dwelling loser, but that all seems so far-fetched… if Ywn says it though, it must be true. Current intel suggests it loves writing, reading, bird-watching and ‘getting emails from readers’; whatever the hell that is. It claims to be an analyst from S.E.E.R., but we don’t yet know what that acronym stands for. All we can go off of is what it publishes in different dimensions, so if you’re reading this, understand that Kell has likely integrated into your reality and is actively vying for control over your media networks.












