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Zanthe likes to consider herself a reasonable person. When she kills people, it's for a reason; Alaine's mom needs fed, she needs some cash, she's bored that day. If someone offers criticism, she gives it all due consideration before stabbing them. She's perfectly happy to cooperate with others, even, as long as they follow all of her commands to the letter and don't question her or have an annoying face or something.
(To be fair, by Alternian standards this puts her somewhere just below Troll Mahatma Gandhi.)
At the moment, however, she is feeling decidedly unreasonable. Leo blew off her perfectly good advice to leave the goddamn sliding puzzle alone and kill himself into immortality, and what's worse, Alaine backed him up. She's used to him agreeing with her ruthless play style, but for some reason he felt like the pointless sidequests would be useful, and "it's not like we're in some kind of hurry, right?"
So, like the reasonable person she is, she stormed out of the computer room and went off to explore the meteor and steal people's stuff from the chests. So far she's found Sky's lacy underthings, a handful of boonbucks, Ari's lacy underthings (which she files away for later perusal), and more weapons than anyone could reasonably need, all of which have gone straight into her inventory.
She opens another door. It leads-
to a refreshmentblock?
She draws a heavily alchemized dagger and advances slowly toward the beveragetable. "If Troll Ashton Kutcher shows up, I'm stabbing him in the face," she warns the empty room.
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"But- what if you need to carry a piano, or a dragon, or ten tons of highly flammable shaving cream?"
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Ari shudders. "That sounds awful. Do you want some wallets to take back to your inconvenient universe? I've got like five of them in my wallet."
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"Wallet modus. It's a kind of sylladex, except you carry it around instead of just... having it. It can carry anything up to and including a small planet." He takes out his own wallet to show off. (It has a little dinosaur on it.)
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"...you captchalogue something, and it goes into your wallet. It's- here, see for yourself." He tosses Stalas a wallet. "Try to take a barstool."
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Ari wracks his brain. "Try... seeing it as a card? Instead of an object? Everything can be either an object or a card, that's basic object duality. Feel the card in the chair."
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Stalas gives this a fair try.
It is not immediately successful.
He gives up and tosses the wallet to Sefton.
It is not immediately successful.
He gives up and tosses the wallet to Sefton.
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Sefton catches the wallet, dutifully tries to take the chair, fails, and hands the wallet to Katrin.
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Katrin makes an attempt.
She frowns slightly, then shakes her head.
She frowns slightly, then shakes her head.
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As a test, Ari successfully captchalogues the stool, then puts it back in place.
He looks rather crestfallen. "Sorry, then. You can keep the wallet in case you figure out how to make it go later."
He looks rather crestfallen. "Sorry, then. You can keep the wallet in case you figure out how to make it go later."
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"Let me know if there's anything else helpful I can give you, too. I've got a ton of weapons tucked away. And if you're all playing the Game you can use all the help you can get."
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"Uh. Take your pick, really. Swords, hammers, axes, double tridents, a couple of Fancy Santas? Other junk probably? What do you use?"
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"I'm a mage," she says, with a gesture to the staff she is wearing on her back. "Stalas and Sefton both prefer daggers, I think."
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"Well, I might not say no to a sword, depending on the sword. But I'm still somewhat unclear on what this Game is and whether or not we are in fact playing it. On the other hand, we might need all the help we can get regardless."
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"That's the spirit!"
Ari goes over to a table, which is suddenly covered with swords. Most of the swords look patently ridiculous. Another table gets a pile of equally ridiculous knives. As an afterthought, yet a third table is covered with ridiculous wands.
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"...Why are they all so..." Stalas gestures vaguely at the ridiculousness.
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"I made them by taking random shit and throwing it into an alchemizer? They're still deadly weapons, though!" He picks up a sword emblazoned with the face of some mildly distressing middle-aged action hero and swings it through the air.
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"What's an alchemizer?"
Stalas starts looking through the swords table for the least ridiculous available items.
Stalas starts looking through the swords table for the least ridiculous available items.
