Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28920015-20171209230459/@comment-26892768-20171210022856

"No idea. As far as I'm aware, he doesn't, but...he does have knowledge of how the space-time continuum works, being able to create dimensions and move between them...and the Paper Mario series broke the fourth wall a lot...so he may have his suspicions..." Avian Narrator starts to pull up something on his screen. "I'll check Dimension D. If Dimentio's not in there, I can at least..."

He stops mid-sentence. "...Well...he's there...and it looks like he's been busy..."

"-and that covers just about everything you need to know. Any questions?" The jester looks at his audience - an intrigued Makuta, a shapeshifying expy for a goddess, a scientist made of acid, and his organic creations.

"How, exactly, do you know all this?" Double asks.

Dimentio laughs. "I'm a master of dimensions, dear! Even dead, I was able to tell something was going on in the omniverse. Only reason I couldn't interfere or research was because I was dead until recently - and considering how much the fabric of reality was twisted, I suspect that my revival was delayed by the same force that put the "please-don't-notice-me" field in effect around Anon. Is that all?"

Double doesn't answer.

"Great! I'll transport you to your new base of operations. Make sure to contact me if you need anything!" Dimentio snaps his fingers, and his audience disappears.

"...Well, he knows about us. Vaguely." Avian looks at Coffeedrinker. "On a scale of boned to .EXE boned, how boned are we?"

"I understand. I wasn't in my right mind - a lot of people have been landing on my limo, which, mind you, is my only means of escape from here, and if it's broken I'm likely going to die to one of those things attacking right now; very nervewrecking, actually - and, well...I'll be honest, I was going to hit you with my mic stand repeatedly." Eliza admits. It's partially the truth - she isn't at risk of dying, more being forcefully recruited into the void's forces, which would be worse - but that's enough for Eliza to sell it.