Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

Loup lands lightly upon the balls of his feet, shaking his head at the Zarky.

Zarkaeloth obeys gravity (this time) and falls down with the shards of the alatrice, then closely examines one of the shards.

It shimmers in his hand, dissolving into a liquid.

Zorvan appears in the center of the pile of goo, grinning.

Zarkaeloth slowly claps as he walks back to one of the walls.

Loup flops to walking on his hands and clapping his feet.

"Good job warrior!" Zorvan says, waving a hand as everything starts falling through the purple.

A portal just kind of... appears, and suddenly, there's Lysp. "God... dammit Liron!"

Zorvan picks up Lysp and puts him in a box. This box leads him to his own section of the lobby, with a different, but the same, Zorvan. "Welcome!" He says, sitting at the metronome desk.

Lysp's tail turns into a jukebox, playing incredibly cliche elevator music. "Sup."

"So what would you like to do here in my realm?" Zorvan asks, deflecting a speeding elephant.

Lysp shrugs, or at least, he shrugs as well as a canine based creature can.

Zarkaeloth pulls up his hood and leans on one of the walls, as it is his typical behavior.

Loup hops on Zarky Warky's shoulders, ticking and grinning.

Zarkaeloth tries his best to ignore the insane old man on his shoulders.

Loup whaps him for calling him an old man. He is, in fact, full of youthful vitality.

Lysp turns into almost an exact clone of Loup on the outside, only really missing a couple minor details, and obviously the magic aspect, and then goes about to running in circles around Zarkeloth. ((Yes, I do know he's standing against a wall.))

Lysp Loup sticks his tongue out at Loup.

Zorvan returns everyone to separate lobbies, grinning like the insane avatar of chaos he just so happens to be. "Let's play a game!" He says, fading away as the lobby falls upwards.