DG: Im in ur land

-- recreantOctopus [RO] began trolling doubleGunslinger [DG] at 19:15 --
RO: hey hey Flynnt
RO: CIRRIN RUNFARs in your land
RO: asking for directions
DG: Ωh.
DG: Hey, wanna pass by the salΩΩn?
RO: your hive?
RO: thats where CIRRIN RUNFAR is
DG: ...
RO: or the roof of it
DG: YΩʊ gΩ dΩwn, Ωr I gΩ ʊp?
RO: no no
RO: CIRRIN RUNFAR needs to find one the gates that take you to the next planet
DG: Ωh, right.
DG: Well...
DG: Alright, lΩΩk. It's a little far, bʊt dΩ yΩʊ see a hʊge tΩwer?
RO: yeah?
DG: Aight, gΩ in that directiΩn.
DG: 'En yΩʊ'll start seein' a few strange bʊildin's...
DG: Enter the third Ωne tΩ the right.
DG: Bʊt first, cΩme Ωn
DG: Why's the hʊrry?
RO: Tursuns making rounds the incipisphere and CIRRIN RUNFARs got to catch up with him
DG: Heh, right.
DG: Never stΩppin', yΩʊ twΩ, eh?
DG: In that case, it'd be better fΩr ya tΩ stΩp an' rest a little.
DG: GΩtta have energy fer' the trip.
RO: er maybe fine
RO: next land is his right? not gonna get a guide there
DG: Heh, right.
RO: okay CIRRIN RUNFAR will come down
DG: Aight. Whaddaya wanna drink Ωr eat?
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  starts jumping down towards the saloon part --
RO: just a drink
RO: pretty thirsty actually
DG: Water? FaygΩ? SΩmethin' else?
RO: got coffee?
DG: 'CΩʊrse I dΩ. HΩld Ωn, picked this ʊp with a fellΩw trΩll back there in Alternia.
RO: ...guess hes probably dead by now
DG: His cΩffee's still alive, thΩʊgh.
DG: HΩld Ωn fΩr a minʊte.
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  decaptchalogues a huge coffee mug. --
DG: Here it is. The CΩffee Master's Sʊpreme Blend.
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  swings into the saloon right on time --
RO: thats huge
DG: Drink enΩʊgh Ωf it an' yΩʊ'll be mΩvin' faster than light itself.
RO: you know what?
DG: What?
RO: thats just what CIRRIN RUNFAR needs
DG: My gʊess is that that gʊy's still dΩdgin' the meteΩrs.
RO: yeah CIRRIN RUNFAR already had a chat with Lunaro about the whole leaving alternia behind thing
DG: Hey, nΩ wΩrries abΩʊt that.
DG: Ωʊr jΩb is tΩ get the peΩple that are still alive an' keep 'em that way, nΩt tΩ mΩʊrn the lΩst Ωnes.
RO: besides mourning the dead isnt what proper trolls do
RO: that thats not a thing CIRRIN RUNFARs done
DG: Aight, then. Let's keep this ʊp.
RO: yeah never look back
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  lifts the huge coffe mug --
RO: to the new place
RO: incipisphere skaia whatever its called
DG: That's hΩw I like it!
DG: Cheers, pardner!
RO: cheers
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  drinks from the mug --
-- doubleGunslinger [DG]  decaptchalogues another coffee mug, also drinking. --
RO: woah this is quite something
DG: Sʊre it is. He wasn't kiddin' when he said Sʊpreme Blend, eh?
RO: pretty much!
RO: CIRRIN RUNFARs not really a coffee connoisseur but yeah
DG: Same here.
RO: ha so hows your team going anyway?
DG: CΩme Ωn, y'knΩw that this team bʊsiness isn't actʊally a thing, right?
DG: Bʊt yeah, we're dΩin' great.
RO: thats just what the robot guy was saying but whatever
DG: Anyways.
DG: Yeah... Tʊrsʊn's bʊsy travelin' arΩʊnd.
RO: yup and CIRRIN RUNFAR is gonna catch up with him
RO: its not like you can go backwards anyway
DG: Can yΩʊ?
RO: okay CIRRIN RUNFAR hasnt looked very hard but it doesnt seem so
RO: gates above your hive take you some other place on the planet
RO: and all other gates CIRRIN RUNFARs found take you to the next planet
DG: GΩt it.
RO: in fact CIRRIN RUNFARs gonna head to the next one right now
DG: ...Always in a hʊrry, eh?
RO: you got it
DG: Then rΩck it, pardner.
DG: Catch ʊp with Tʊrsʊn in recΩrd time, aight?
RO: later milkfbeasttroll
-- recreantOctopus [RO]  rushes out of the saloon --
DG: Later.
-- recreantOctopus [RO] absconded from doubleGunslinger [DG] at 20:04 --