[center][color=00aeef][h2]Tori[/h2][/color]
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Tori was drifting in and out of conciousness, sounds mixing and echoing though her head. Trying to recall what happened, all she could remember was plummeting like a rock and the airship making to smash to the floating ground of Arcadia, before her head crashed into the wall as she lost conciousness. 

Rubbing her eyes weakly as light filtered down to her, Tori looked down and saw a large piece of shrapnel piercing her chest. Blinking Tori felt her face pale and felt nothing, fearing she was in shock, Tori tried to remove the piece of metal only for her hands to phase through. 

Laughing louder than she ever had in her life Tori rolled to the side and phased through the object. The thrill of life after thinking you were dead, is there a greater feeling? Tori couldn’t think of one and spinning around as she did, she felt no stiffness. Surely there must be a God of some kind because she experienced an incredible number of coincidences for her to survive all this. 

Hearing a voice calling her name Tori rolled her eyes[color=00aeef] [i]This has to be some kind of trap... but what would be setting it? A native? Are there Arcadian tribals? Or is it a beast of some sort emulating human speech patterns, reciting them back? I have to know[/i][/color] and with that thought, Tori cautiously walked forward, science demanding an answer

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