#founderoftheblindeye

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Frannifer quietly sat at her massive computer, multitasking like a madman, only to turn and see the new visitors. A feeling of utter frustration and intolerance for these guests surges in. What ever happened to this place being an impenetrable fortress of excellence, instead of a pandimensional lightning rod?

Regardless, she didn't look very impressed by them. Looked human, for the most part. Older looking gentleman seemed to have a faint outline on him, barely visible in the darkened light of the apartment. The girl beside him looked relatively normal, the square-ish head formation being the only abnormality unaffected by the Fisher Kingdom effect.

Either way. she addressed the "guests," in the loosest term...

Techmo mashed the button on his watch over and over again, hoping he could re-activate his human disguise, hoping that the man before him would just chalk it up to him being up all night with research, that he didn't just see a man turn into some strange, green-skinned cyborg. Try as he might, it was no use, the hologram disguise wasn't coming back on, and the man in glasses had seen him.

"Your dad?" The Author crossed his arms and tilted his head. "OH that’s right…you’re Fiddleford’s son. Ranger, right?

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