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"Yeah," says Eights, "it helps that we're so similar."

"I have no idea what a me who is a dragon would even be like," says Anna.
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"Like you, except a dragon, is I think the idea. I don't know that I'll be very helpful; the pair of me, when there was a pair, were a fork and we still didn't get along that well till we merged."

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Eights pats him on the arm.

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"But we got that handled and now I'm fine. And I don't think either of you are mad at your dragon alt for putting the moves on your boyfriend, am I right?"

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"No," snorts Eights. Anna giggles.

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"So you are quite without my problem."

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"Very," they agree simultaneously.

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"Has this one got a Chainsaw-alt associated with her?"

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"Yeah," says Anna. "Sandy's met him. He's an elf. They haven't met each other, though."

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"Huh, an elf. I don't know what conclusions to draw from that."

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"He has pointy ears and doesn't like questions," says Anna. "And he's a lot like Sandy but less happy."

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"Which kind of makes him the opposite of Chainsaw," says Eights. "Thankfully. I think one Chainsaw is enough."

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"I could not agree more."

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Eights smiles fondly at him.

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Glass appears. "Green," she says to Nathan, "and, purples."

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"...Eh?" says Anna.

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"Sorry - I've discovered that templates fall into one of two categories, which we're calling 'moieties', one green, one purple. You guys are purple. Nathan is green. Jokers are purple, Bells are green, I haven't sorted everybody yet though."

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"Well okay then," says Eights.

"Which one's Sandy?" says Anna.
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"I haven't checked him yet. Also, we don't know what, if anything, these categories mean."

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"Well that's useful," says Anna.

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"Isn't it just? I can go check Sandy real quick if you're curious."

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"Yes please," says Anna.

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"Sure."

Pop. Glass goes and finds Sandy.
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While she is doing that, Eights says, "Hey Anna, could you fix my rib?"

"You can't fix it yourself?"

Eights shrugs. "It's not bugging me enough to be worth a torch."

"...yyyyyes, but... wait, do you mean you're not minted? I thought for sure you were," says Anna, blinking. "That's so weird, why not?"
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