System

Myriad Reality

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. . . Is that that idiot's version of me? Look, girl, I don't remember a damn thing since the two king idiots combined. If that's something one of them did, I can't help you.

@Threads of Fate

*Tosses a chess piece of a king into the air and takes the word "more" out of my pocket*

Myriad Reality

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Still dunno what you mean by that.

@Threads of Fate

*The image separates from you and an equals sign materializes linking you and the image*

Myriad Reality

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What? What do I think of him? I dunno. Like I said, he seems like a dick, but not like I can really talk given how I naturally am. What do you mean by questioning a question mark?

@Threads of Fate

*Shakes my head and Gemini's image is overlain on top of you*

Myriad Reality

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Ugh.

@Threads of Fate

*An image of Gemini walks past you and a question mark spawns between you both with a question mark above it*

Myriad Reality

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... You should get that checked. Here. *Waves my hand in front of your eye and heals it* Better?

@Threads of Fate

*Grabs your hand and looks at your fingerprint*

Myriad Reality

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There's that guy again. Who is he anyway? Seems like a dick. *Watches a particularly gruesome part* Oh yeah, totally a dick. Acts like I used to, which is pretty shitty of him.

@Threads of Fate

*A blood vessel pops in my right eye*

Myriad Reality

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Okay, how'd you learn about me? Only like... less than 50 people know I exist nowadays.

@Threads of Fate

*Memories of the first seven years of my life begin materializing and withering away around us*

Myriad Reality

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You've known about me for seven... weeks? Years?

@Threads of Fate

*Nods and holds up two fingers*

Myriad Reality

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I'm much older than seven, thanks.

@Threads of Fate

*A thick thread spawns between our torsos with the number seven hovering above it*

Myriad Reality

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You're thirteen. Okay, and this is relevant how?

@Threads of Fate

*Points to you and holds up seven fingers*