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Linya and Bella are working on wishes, in between light chat about runecasting and their personal lives. It is radiantly obvious to people paying attention that Bella wants to kiss her and Linya is married, although neither statement is made.
Ivans are playing cards.
Mileses, including Solvei, are debating the wisdom of borrowing another strategy game from Bar; Mark, a voice of caution, does not know what will happen if all of them (Solvei, Mial, Miles, Milo, Stalas) all start screaming at each other in twenty directions.
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near-the-sun
Elarron makes a complicated little nod/shrug gesture and stands with Ashras.
unmarred
Inlaith and Mark exchange a communicative glance, and Inlaith sits down while Mark stands with the investigators.
All this assembly has taken maybe three or four seconds from the very beginning of the noise, and it is not nearly done noising but has tapered off noticeably from its peak.
All this assembly has taken maybe three or four seconds from the very beginning of the noise, and it is not nearly done noising but has tapered off noticeably from its peak.
middlingalong
"The fuck is that?" say Aurin and Ivan at the same time. Jann is nervously holding the hilt of his sword.
unmarred
"Sounded destructive. We're going to go see what it was," says Mark, indicating the party of standing Miles-and-siblings. "You coming?"
middlingalong
"I'll go," Aurin decides. The others stay behind, sword or no sword.
greatestgift
To find:
An approximately Miles-sized figure hovering in the air over the grassy expanse between building and lake, wearing ornate white-and-silver armour, with matching ornate white-and-silver wings beating slowly to keep her in the air. In one hand she holds an ornate staff, pale gold with fiery orange-gold accents, topped with an arrangement of several shiny blue globes surrounding a much larger purple-black globe that seems to carry tiny stars in its murky depths.
"Where the fuck am I?" she calls down to them.
An approximately Miles-sized figure hovering in the air over the grassy expanse between building and lake, wearing ornate white-and-silver armour, with matching ornate white-and-silver wings beating slowly to keep her in the air. In one hand she holds an ornate staff, pale gold with fiery orange-gold accents, topped with an arrangement of several shiny blue globes surrounding a much larger purple-black globe that seems to carry tiny stars in its murky depths.
"Where the fuck am I?" she calls down to them.
middlingalong
"Any of you recognize a deep spiritual kinship with this... person?" murmurs Aurin.
unmarred
"Reasonably sure it's a Miles," murmurs Mark.
He calls up to the hovering stranger, "Milliways! Who wants to know?"
He calls up to the hovering stranger, "Milliways! Who wants to know?"
greatestgift
She descends hesitantly into a less shouty conversational range.
"Who are all you people?"
"Who are all you people?"
unmarred
"Is that by any chance the weapon that produced that ungodly sound just now?" he inquires, gesturing in her direction to indicate the staff she is holding pointed away from the group.
greatestgift
"...Yes," she says. "This is my Celestial Staff. It's overkill for any monster smaller than a house. I was in the middle of fighting a monster larger than a house, and... then I was here. I am confused. And not paranoid, thank you very much."
unmarred
"I didn't mean to imply you were unreasonably paranoid, just that you are noticeably warier than standard. The house-sized monsters go a considerable distance toward explaining that."
unmarred
"This place is a kind of crossroads between universes. It is having a theme day today. The theme is alternate universe duplicates of my brother Miles. I strongly suspect that you are one. Most of them have not fought any house-sized monsters recently and were therefore somewhat calmer about unexpectedly arriving in a strange place full of bizarrely similar people. Would you like to come inside?"
greatestgift
"...Sure," she says. The staff shrinks abruptly to an inch-long version of itself in her hand, and she tucks it into a pocket and descends to ground level, folding her wings when her boots hit dirt. There is a white-and-silver crown on her head, inexplicably perfectly steady there despite all the flying. "Do I need to wear a nametag too?"
unmarred
"I'm sure the next one will thank you for it whenever they show up."
He leads the way back into the bar.
He leads the way back into the bar.
middlingalong
"I don't remind you of your favorite cousin, do I?" Aurin asks. "Some of you don't have one of me."
greatestgift
"I don't actually have any cousins," says Sable. "Or didn't last I checked."