[h1][center] Jasmine Carson/Glaive [/center][/h1]

Eventually, Jasmine...nay Glaive, ran out of things to process, and had gotten herself back under control. Only to hear the sounds of two more people screaming as they fell from heaven. Guess it wasn't all at once people had been transported. Wait, that set her off into wondering if the situation was a repeating one, where people who died were sent to this realm? Maybe some sort of ongoing contract like in that one manga she'd glanced at once...? Eh, that sounded pretty sadistic, who would be cruel enough to drop a perfectly good...was it a piano that had killed her? The thought didn't thrill her.

But finally, she got composed again. Glaive mulled over the situation a few moments more, before realizing there was something strapped to her back, and more importantly, a bag at her side. Somehow, despite everything that had happened, she'd failed to notice them. Rising to her feet, and checking inside the bag, she found nothing useful. It was just a bag. A nice sachel she could probably use to store anything she found, but not magic. It was what she pulled off her back that left the Warforged frowning as best able. A lute, if she was right. A musical instrument. The irony wasn't lost on her, if she'd indeed died to a piano or something, to have a musical instrument. The thought she was some sort of specialized Envoy Warforged was becoming stronger, and as if to confirm, as she flexed her fingers of her left hand, a small item emerged from ah hidden slot, what looked like makeup of some kind. This elicited a soft groan.

[i]"Oh great, I get to manifest as a robot, a probably warforged, but I don't get to be a speedy scout or a stronk titan. Instead I'm some kind of robot minstrel. I don't even think I know how to play!"[/i] Anything further of her groaning and whining ended up cut off, by the sounds of the people moving nearby, and louder screaming. Probably one of the others spooked whoever just landed. Might as well go find them, it sounded, as far as Glaive could tell, they were heading down stream, away from her. So with a sigh, the lute was placed back on her back, the bag readjusted, and the makeup item eventually was forced to return to inside her body. Maybe she could deploy a mirror or other tools from her body. Maybe a hidden compartment? Or perhaps any part of her body could manifest the items, it just depended on...oh never mind.

With another groan, and intenrally questioning the logic of everything, Glaive set off towards the sounds, and eventually, well after antics with the others had hopefully wrapped up, they'd hear the sound of branches moving, as the late to the party white haired Warforged caught up, emerging from behind a tree, but still keeping her distance. A hand was lifted to wave, one hand staying to grip at the strap of her bag, her lute swinging a tad as she came to a stop.

[i]"Sup. Quick question, but is everyone else formerly human? Just wanna make sure my guess is right about what's going on."[/i] Her voice came out slightly distorted, which she'd already gotten to used to. Just imagine a Warforged talking, with the faint hint of an American accent. Just not strong enough to determine what part of the states she was from. [i]"And uh, what's the plan if so, because I have no idea who brought us here."[/i] She sounded...a bit confident. If clearly also nervous.

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