Magolor the Wayfarer

Lowering her gun, Calhoun glared at the creature. “I don’t know why someone like yourself is in a game like this,” She raised an eyebrow. “You’re a little… squishy to be in a game like this. I don’t know why so many of you softies are coming here…”

"Yes, well." The 'squishy' little blue, white and brown character before her cleared his throat before shakily folding his hands. Was it safe to do that now? He hoped so. "I just got here and I wasn't really sure what kind of game it was. A, uh, shooter, I assume. I've never been in one, but I've heard about them."

"Whoa! Heyheyheyheyhey! N-No need for firearms, madame!" Magolor instantly had both of his floating paws up. There wasn't a weapon in sight on him... outside of the fact that he was a sorcerer and didn't need weapons, but that wasn't something he was going to admit right now with a gun at his head.

*Galacta’s going to take that invitation, then, stretching his… vaguely stubby, yes - arms above his head with his fingers laced together and then just - flopping down against an inside wall of the Lor, hands behind his head. Much better than outside and roomier than his crystal by far.* Thanks. …eh, no big deal. By the time I’m tired, there’re usually no players around so I don’t have to sleep in there too often.

Ahh, that's good. I get hassled far more often than that. *rolls eyes* It's difficult being both the main NPC and final boss, you know? No rest. Never any rest for the captain.

Yeah, it’s me. Got bored of sitting around in that crystal and waiting, especially since no one’s playing at the moment.