RE: Masks 2
06-03-2021, 11:48 PM
A subtle humming fills the air, and a pitch black line draws itself horizontally through the air, ten feet up and about six feet across. Space distorts around the line as it extends downward to the ground, forming a large, nearly two-dimensional doorway, and the humming increases in volume as someone steps through! The door evaporates as quickly as it appeared, and left standing there is everyone's favorite nine-foot moth lady, Theraea.
Well. "Everyone's favorite" is dubious, but she's here.
She's still rocking her altered color scheme from the last major crisis, a lot more purple and black than before, but what's new is the suit of gleaming plate armor she wears, obviously enchanted and perfectly fitted to her unorthodox anatomy. Her usual array of alien technology is present (save for the extradimensional cube she used to live in before some misfortune with an Abyss Meteor), and she looks as cheery as ever.
She stands staring up at the giant tree, antennae buzzing now and then. "Wow, that's... Huh. I thought Earth would be getting a break by now. Good thing I didn't leave yet."
Well. "Everyone's favorite" is dubious, but she's here.
She's still rocking her altered color scheme from the last major crisis, a lot more purple and black than before, but what's new is the suit of gleaming plate armor she wears, obviously enchanted and perfectly fitted to her unorthodox anatomy. Her usual array of alien technology is present (save for the extradimensional cube she used to live in before some misfortune with an Abyss Meteor), and she looks as cheery as ever.
She stands staring up at the giant tree, antennae buzzing now and then. "Wow, that's... Huh. I thought Earth would be getting a break by now. Good thing I didn't leave yet."