The 100; a panfandom game

Now that we know the lullaby still works, I suppose it's too late to tender my resignation.

You all seem like nice people (and an angel, I believe?). I'm not used to having people around me constantly who [...] don't seem to know about me, and maybe that's led me to be a little bit dishonest. But these are tight quarters, and I don't want [...] any civilian casualties.

I'm not really sure how to do this without a demonstration and that's definitely not on the table. Suffice to say, that rage has a tendency to turn me into a big giant green monster. Literally. So, if you don't mind, I'd like to set up some basic rules of conduct: No surprises. No gunfights. And, while this seems extremely unlike given your amazing hospitality, please don't antagonize me.

And if anything does happen, you should contact the Avengers immediately. They'll know what to do.

It seemed expedient, now that we are all living with one another, to say hello. My name is Septimus and while I might be fictional to some of you (having read the book which chronicles my story in days gone by), thusfar I have not met anyone fictional to me.

An interesting world, this. Leastwise you did not come until I was assured that I still lived And for our sakes, for the fact that we will yet be within it, I hope that we might all be friends.