I see that you have made your way to the crossroads? *Blows ring of smoke* Tell me, how did you get here? Did you see anybody before you met me? Any other Loa or spirits?

The spirit of knowledge in the avatar world, “He who knows 10,000 things”. He watches over an empty hoard of knowledge from all worlds that he calls “The spirit library”.

I am king of all Drus and Dryads, what dost thou need from me?

A pirate who once lived on the oceans blue but was forgotten and erased from history due to his cruel nature.

Hey, time for Adventure Time, Time! *Pats blanket* come on and sit with me, I have the whole series set to project on the sheet in a few minutes!

Saint of Solar Heat in bitter cold, Eldest of the guardians of nature and readies humans for winter. Patron Saint of Foxes, Knowledge, Cunning and Flame

Welcome to your mindscape child, you must be asleep. What can I do for you?

"Old Man River! That seems far too austere a name For something made of mirth and rage. O, roiling red-blood river vein, If chief among your traits is age, You're a wily, convoluted sage. Is "old" the thing to call what rings The vernal heart of wester-lore; What brings us brassy-myth made kings (And preponderance of bug-type things) To challenge titans come before? Demiurge to a try at Avalon-once-more! And what august vitality In your wide aorta stream You must have had to oversee Alchemic change of timber beam To iron, brick and engine steam. Your umber whiskey waters lance The prideful sober sovereignty Of faulty-haloed Temperance And wilt her self-sure countenance; Yes, righteousness is vanity, But your sport's for imps, not elderly. If there's a name for migrant mass Of veteran frivolity That snakes through seas of prairie grass And groves of summer sassafras, A name that flows as roguishly As gypsy waters, fast and free, It's your real name, Mississippi." Cat, who are you?

Oh… so you’re in your mindscape… welcome to Hades I guess…

Single and bored, bisexual 9 tailed kitsune human hybrid living in the forest. He wishes for someone to love and take care of as well as teach his magic and someone who will love him despite his strength without feeling fear. He is misunderstood but ultimately kind beneath a rough exterior.

Hi! Welcome to the wasteland! I just left Vault-Tec H.Q. to travel alone, what about yourself?

Nice to meet ya! Welcome to the wastes! Are you a Vault-Dweller and how did you make it here? Sorry for all my talking, tell me about yourself! *Crosses legs and sits on the ground listening*

A sad spirit that causes flowers to wilt and songs to fall on deaf ears. “Black Widowed” is not his name but he is much older than names are. He cares not for legends and wishes to feel happiness, it all starts with a surprise when you are the first person able to see him. YOU aren’t a spirit are you?

A seraphim curious as to why you are here? Humans don’t become Angels… were you just created or are you a new soul?

*Playing Pan Pipes* Oh ho ho ho! A new neighbor! Welcome! I can’t tell you how long it has been since I got a good neighbor to talk with! And I ain’t talkin about the annoying Sphinx a forest away who can’t give me a straight answer. Seriously what is with that giy?

A kind and fatherly spirit to talk to when you need him.

Why have you come to my forge mortal? Seek you battle or fame or perhaps a life as a humble blacksmith pounding away at Iron over my flames.

*Waves hand creating a small flare of light* Hello? What are you doing here? My Dad had me move here for Dawn and Dusk.

Ahh... What are you doing seeing me here? A dream? Heh… *Washing out a glass with a soft rag by clouds pouring out water in moonlight* Sometimes folks have those out-of-body experiences and come see me. Do you wanna talk until you wake up?