System

Myriad Reality

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*Thinks* You really need to find a way to converse.

@Threads of Fate

*A blank book materializes in my hand, which I point at and flip through*

Myriad Reality

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*Thinks* The soul idea is still on the table.

@Threads of Fate

*Shakes my head and a crossed out letter appears on my chest*

Myriad Reality

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*Thinks* I don't understand you.

@Threads of Fate

*Rolls my eyes and nods*

Myriad Reality

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*Thinks* Draw those?

@Threads of Fate

*Sighs and sits on top of one of the desks as the people in the chairs are blown away like sand*

Myriad Reality

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*Thinks* You want me to figure out what you want to say and write it with the chalk?

@Threads of Fate

*Shakes my head and the chalk moves back into your hand, followed by the equal sign moving between your arm and the curves on the outside of my mouth*

Myriad Reality

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*Thinks* You want me to eat the chalk?

@Threads of Fate

*Shakes my head and takes the chalk, struggling to lift it, then draws three curved lines in the air in front of my mouth along with an equals sign, and puts the chalk on the other side of the equals sign*

Myriad Reality

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*Thinks* I don't follow.

@Threads of Fate

*Opens my mouth and points inside of it and then points to the chalk in your hand*

Myriad Reality

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*Thinks* Why?

@Threads of Fate

*Points to the chalk, then points to you, then motions around the classroom, and then points both fingers at myself, smiling*

Myriad Reality

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*Thinks* Was that totally necessary?

@Threads of Fate

*Nods eagerly*

Myriad Reality

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*Shrugs*

@Threads of Fate

*Slams the head of one of them onto the desk and wipes the brain matter off on their shirt*
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