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Quartet in WTFMagic!Alienville
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Simultaneously like a flower and seed. It blossoms and it takes roots. Petals extend out and reach to call attention and draw sustenance. Aiming towards the abstract. It is a rigid fractal and organic curve.

Above all, it is power, but power for what and from what it isn't clear.

The threads weave through them. Four kinds of threads, matching the four of them.

It pulls and draws scenes. Artificial bits of stories. It finds something that could be considered kinship in these false realities.

They watch the torrent of information forming and flowing around them. An adult talking to an infant in liquid form, held in a beverage container. Humanoid non-humans in the background. The question of a confused friend.

More fragments are taken. A changeling rising from a sea of iridescent light, taking humanoid form. A lizardlike humanoid in a victorian dress. Captain Kirk fending off Gorn. Julian Bashir, reaching out, hypospray and tricorder in hand. 
 
A hand touching a face. My mind to your mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts. Our minds are merging, our minds are becoming one. 

The fragments are wonderful. The fragments are terrifying. The fragments are fates. The fragments are... made into existence.

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Her head snaps up, eyes turning a pale blue and her skin seeming to ripple, revealing the green and brown scales of her apparent true form underneath. She hisses at him, her arm straining against his grip, trying to reach the synthesizer. She's stronger than she looks. 

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So are they. They might not be strenght oriented classes, but of course they spent enough points to get abs. And fairly descent muscles.

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Her hissing gets louder when she finds herself unable to break their grip. This doesn't stop her from trying to get it back, though - she jerks towards Fenris, trying to sink her teeth into his arm. 

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He manages to avoid that by hitting her chin with his forearm.

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She recoils, hand going to her chin, "-Ow!" Her form ripples again, the illusion reasserting itself as she regains her senses.

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Erin rubs the red mark on her chin and blinks a few times, hard, "That is... bizarre." She shakes her head, "How long was I out?"

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"A minute or so? Sorry, for the chin, you tried to bite me."

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The apology gets a shrug, "I did I say I wouldn't mind if you had to hurt me a little," she reminds him - and then the second bit registers, "I tried to bite you? -I didn't manage to hurt you, did I?" She gives him a quick once-over. 

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"No, I am fine. Better if you don't fugue right away."

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"Right." She touches her chin again, and then sighs, "At least it's not hard to bring me out of it."

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"I wonder if we could rig a shock collar."

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Felix pats Fenris on the head. "No suggestion of torture devices."

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"...Um, yes, that seems a bit excessive. Dangerous, too, if an enemy got their hands on the controls." She shakes her head, "Anyway - we know how to trigger it and how to break me out of it, now. Next..." She goes back over the conversation.

"...I think I should scan all of these pre-made formulas," she gestures at the cabinet on the wall, "And then we should take a look at the database in the control center and see if there's any information on them and the machines in here. That way we can pack things that look like they might be useful, and hopefully avoid using the fugue state as much as is possible. Oh, and I should go get the rest of the tech that was up in my room. The scanner, synthesizer and screwdriver wasn't all of it." 

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"Sure. We will help as best as we can."

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