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[color=silver]~~The Illuminator~~[/color][/center]
[i]Location:
Cy'Lathak[/i]
[@Dealdric][@Stern Algorithm]
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Through all of their interaction, Iva simply stayed quiet, letting it play out as it will. Dirka wouldn't be swayed so easily by words. Neither would they, usually. Unlike Dirka though - he knew the value of knowledge it seemed. Whereas Dirka was raw emotion, he was more...knowledgeably mad? Whatever. A moot thought. The Illuminator had nothing to add to the conversation, save for a chuckle when Dirka so rudely and predictably brushed Gammaton off.

[Color=silver]"Well, you heard her Gammaton,"[/color] Iva replied with a bow. [Color=silver]"Perhaps you shouldn't press the issue, hmm? No one likes an annoying bug flying about. As well..."[/color] Iva tilted his head at an odd angle. [Color=silver]"...we've reached the end of our business terms. You should take your leave, before the Library finds your presence offensive..."[/color] If he had a face, he'd be smiling. [Color=silver]"Oh look at this place! Absolutely filthy...hmph. We're displeased. Look at it. Ugh! So much cleaning! Well, no, not really. The B'thkor eat everything. They'll have it licked clean in no time."[/color] Gammaton should probably do as suggested, unless he wished to invoke Iva's wrath.

Turning to Dirka, he continued.

[Color=silver]"Hee! I shall pass! Little La-Zha can't get so comfortable. Her path will be a lonely one, where not even I can always be present. She should figure this out herself...for now I have a party to plan!"[/color] Out of nowhere, he reached behind his head and with a flourish pulled out a bouquet of colorful flowers. [Color=silver]"And you my dear Dirka are invited! Oh it shall be wonderful! Blood! screams! Maybe an orgy or two! OOh, and can't forget the star of the party - me!"[/color]

Besides, if La-zha was successful...then they would be meeting very, very, soon.

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"Heh," Lazhria smirked. So she was wrong. An attack on her 'soul'. Not a thing she was very familiar with. A simple protective barrier around her mind wouldn't work, then. "Something important, huh? Someone important, then?" Lazhria echoed Dirka's words on the first day. Another dilemma, but she would cling to the only thing she still believed to be worth it.

"That's a silly rule." She winced, though her smirk didn't fade as the pain in her head growing more by the second. "But I guess you mages are driven more by raw emotion." Instead of a person, there was only one thing she could think of that fit that description. The symbol on her hand flashed silver as she began focusing on the Library once more.