“The last location we were all together was the Karma Temple. However… it crumbled under our feet, disintegrating and leaving behind a vast nothingness. I can only hope everyone else was transported away safely…” Otherwise they’d be dead like the rest of the people that resided in that world.
Serph tilted his head at the others’ offer. What was an @.home? His best guess was that it was this person’s base of operations. Was it wise to just go with him…? Hm… it wasn’t as if he had much in the way of other options. If it was a trap of some sort, he’d just have to work his way out of it.
“Alright.” He gave a curt nod before returning to his meal, scarfing down the last of it. Pausing for a moment to pick at his shark like teeth, a fragment of the monster had gotten stuck in-between ‘em. Once that was taken care of his stood up straight and gave his full attention to Balmung.
“I’m ready, please lead the way.”
None of the talk made any sense to the administrator. Even if he understood none of it, it was still enough for him to understand this may not be an event-- he’d know about it first off, and this ‘character’s’ story would adhere more closely to the lore of [The World]. At the same time though-- what the hell were they, to be able to consume monsters? He remains weary, stiff as a board as he approached. Player or not, it’d be rude to continue conversing at a distance.
“I can say without a doubt that none of that exists in this world. The closest we’d have to any temples are some of the buildings in the Root Towns, and possibly Dungeons.” He couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about this and how to help the other beyond what he already offered.
Balmung saves the other some face, turning to look at his menu as they poked at their-- what the hell was in that mouth?! Maybe it’d be best to try ignoring all this until they got back. At least combat isn’t allowed in the @.homes. That might be enough to keep Balmung temporarily safe, at least long enough to reason.
“I’m not sure how you’d warp with me outside of a party.” For a moment, he considers taking his sheathed sword for the other to grab, but that’d be a bit rude. Looking straight forward, he held his hand out, other hovering over the ‘Gate Out’ option on the menu.