The Last Poster Wins! [v8]

[Sir Sivelos]

Hm... *Sivelos steels his nerves just in case of violence.*

[Ganyu]

First things first, I'm the realest.

[Sir Sivelos]

Is that even a word?

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

*The girl awakes*

???:...*Looks around, highly confused*

Tazz: You, I'll ask politely, what the f*** are you doing here?

???: As expected, uncouth language...Though, all I am is tied to a tree...

Tazz: I get answers before I murder spies. It's a general rule of thumb.

???: I am no spy, I am a slayer of demons, and I will get out.

Tazz: Not helping your case. Seriously not helping your case.

???: I have no case to make with you!

Tazz: You're tied to a tree. I have an ax. TIMBBEEEEERRRRR!!!

???:...Fine, vile demon.

Tazz: *Rolls eyes*...Seriously, what were you doing here?

???: Exploring.

Tazz: Where did you come from? Which hole?

???: ...

Tazz:... Let me guess, it's the dimensional hole on the left.

???: *Sweating*

Tazz: Moving on. Your name?

???: My name is Rebecca. I will kill you.

Tazz: Lovely to know. You'll just stay tied up for now...Actually, no.

Rebecca: What?

*Tazz casts a spell. The tree Rebecca was tied to now binds her as well as ropes, and her spear is almost completely consumed by the trunk.*

Tazz: That's better.

*Rebecca struggles in futility.*

Tazz:...OK, Rebecca here is mostly unimportant, as it turns out.

[Sir Sivelos]

Hm... *currently, my wings are hidden, making me seem like a normal human with silver irises.* Bit of a racist towards demons. Or... speciesist? Whatever.

[Ganyu]

Where on Phobos, Europa and Uranus is Tazz?!

[Sir Sivelos]

Give him some time, Ecrivain. Be patient.

[Ganyu]

Unfortunately, mortal, time cannot be given. The only ones who can do that are ChronoLords but they are as capricious and arrogant as the gods of the Multiverse.

[Sir Sivelos]

Technically, I am a god in some form of the definition. A god creates reality, right? I did that. I extended reality by an entire chunk. So, technically, I am a god. Or... demigod, maybe. Whatever, that whole thing is screwy.

[The Nonexistent Tazz]

Ecrivain, I am RIGHT here!

In your face.