Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28144855-20200410132248/@comment-30014014-20200410195606

A bundle of particles steeps down toward a gate, translating into it in a shimmerless touch, briefly overtaking the particles surrounding it. For but the shortest of a second, the woombing rift turns to orange, only to resume its regular shade as the bundle now stepped down the rift.

It descends, the orange dusts gestating the lines of a walking man, slowly, gradually ramping more and more details on his person. It becomes, soon enough, apparent that the bundle of particles was but a man from elsewhere, shaped in orange. For the most part, he was wearing a typical attire from top to bottom. Only...

...the rims orange. Any attentive eye would spot a so dim glow on the edge of his clothes. Clothes bathed in a silver color.

His head, hindered by a mask of bare metal, intrinsically silver, coats him neatly. Neatly enough for some who would ponder whether it was made to his likeness.

Regardless, he walks out from the translation center "Oh, this is great, I didn't know there was a festival here. Hmm, this place is densely packed".