Disdain

Myriad Reality

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You're making my ears bleed, dude.

@Etcetera

I’m off to a lovely start today, it seems. *Bows and grimaces on the way* My sincerest apologies.

Myriad Reality

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*Sits back and sighs*
Do you get some kind of kick out of that?

@Etcetera

I was on a roll with the joke, you see, and inanimate objects such as myself are very bad at the whole “self-stopping” thing. Saying the word “discourteous” clearly is not enough for me not to be discourteous; perhaps I’ll say the word seven to twenty times next time.

Myriad Reality

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*Punches you in the stomach*

@Etcetera

*Sags; speaks a little strained* Okay! Okay. I should have realised this was a sensitive subject. Lesson successfully learned. Her soul remained intact, but it was apparently suffused with Surgespace, so there was a heated argument full of sharp tongues and backstabs and only nice words and they decided that Spirit would make her a artificial body by the same method he made mine. There was a light show, everything worked out, and now she is alive and well. Hurrah and hullah!

Myriad Reality

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I'm going to slug you.

@Etcetera

*Continues quickly* There was no direct indicator that the soul was Violet’s. Their rebuilt her organic body and housed her soul in it... but unfortunately, her body dissolved promptly. Alas and alack.

Myriad Reality

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Then spill it.

@Etcetera

Yes, yes, of course. No delays here. They did retrieve a soul from the Surgespace storm, after all.

Myriad Reality

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Yeah dude.

@Etcetera

I don’t mean to be discourteous, so I won’t lead you on about it; worry not.

Myriad Reality

@Etcetera

*Crystallises in the base* Yoo-hoo! Techi, a little birdie told me you were interested in Violet’s fate.

Myriad Reality

-Bet- Claim Territory: Thucydides.
-Gimel- Claim Territory: Plutarch.
-Dalet- Claim Territory: Josephus.
-He- Claim Territory: Homer.
-Vav- Claim Territory: Dante.

Myriad Reality

*The device beeps and is finished; I take down the wall of light, absorb several streams of fire with the tendrils of my cloak, and run out of the building*

Myriad Reality

*Scribes teleport through the barrier and I send concentrated bullets of air at them that slam them into the light walls; I surround the terminal in light so that it cannot be breached and then I begin beating the Scribes with air*