“Wow, someone out here, alone on a Friday night? Gods you're pathetic,” the beast says. It towers over you, it’s sheer size making the surrounding area look like a miniature model.
“Confused? In awe? I get that a lot. Sorry about calling you pathetic by the way, I didn’t mean it, I just thought it’d be funny.” The beast shifts to rest its elbows on the edge of the lake, placing its hands just inches away from your being. “I’m pretty sure my name’s Parser, but call me whatever. I don’t really care as long as it gets my attention. Welcome to my little corner outside of existence, nice to have you here. Unless you’re one of those weird rabbits again. If you’re one of those weird rabbits you can leave.”
You were pretty sure you weren’t one of those weird rabbits, but if you were you wouldn’t be able to leave anyway. You weren’t sure how you got here in the first place. Parser looked at you, with a somewhat blank stare for just a moment. “Oh, you’re lost, aren’t you? Well, that’s okay. Feel free to wander about, if you end up in what looks like a shop you’re in the right place. Oh, one thing though, don’t take anything. Not that any of it belongs to me, but sometimes things get a little… Quirky? Agitated? Hm… Weird. Things get a little weird when you take things.”
Parser | It/Neos preffered, any okay | 23
Autism lord, awful at communicating with strangers
Jack of all trades master of ???
I'm so bad at introductions and summaries ffbdbfs
Just outside of the scope of reality is a little 'shop' called Recollection. It's full of items people have lost throughout time and space, trinkets and knick knacks disappear and reappear on the shelves. While Parser refers to it as his shop, nothing is for sale.
The shop is almost imposible to find on purpose, having no known exterior and no physical location, the only way to enter Parser's shop is by accident.
It's owner, Parser, is an eclectic diety that chooses to watch over these lost items. While it does not need to do this, it enjoys having a home to take care of.