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thewizardguy said
The Cucumber Lord sighs and throws you another field generator. "This thing'll keep you safe. You might want to get yours implanted to keep it safe, though. You're obviously quite crappy at defense."

"don't trust it" i say evenly as i toss it into the woods and finish eating, heading into my tent to get changed into some normal clothes and leaving everything else. "and that thing's easy to knock off" i add evenly before jumping into the pit, landing with a thud, and waiting for my eyes to adjust to the darkness

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"i'm eating" i reply evenly as i very obviously still am before adding "and i still have to go this way" as i point to the pit

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i simply point to the pit and let him put two and two together to hopefully not make fish as i eat and drink, resting

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"that way kills you" i warn evenly before he enters, fixing myself a plate and eating, seeming to enjoy it despite how horrid it tastes

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(( neto? and what's to say he didn't just have servants do exactly what i just said?))
i hold my nose, not liking the smell of chicken as i continue to cook my horrid smelling meal which i seem to prefer over the chicken. "we'll be relying on each other once we arrive so i just thought you might at least like to know my abilities... and i wouldn't get too atatched to that thing" i warn evenly, pointing to the tardis like pod before taking a drink of my wine

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((it's not cheap and i also have a theory that the bonfires in the souls series were created by undead lighting themselves on fire and letting themselves burn))
"underestimation of things like this will get you killed horribly... we might as well get to know each other while we wait anyway" i reply evenly, not really looking forward to it, but if i was going to have to count on this man then i might as well get to know him. i start making dinner with a purple and black meat that smells absolutely horrid as it cooks, some tuber greens, and some wine which i take a swig of occasionally

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((sorry, habit))

"the fog is not a place to be entered lightly. if you have the chance you should always prepare, but then again you could ignore me and die" i say evenly, not really caring whether he lived or died but i had to go see the grand master anyway so i might as well guide him. the smoke dissipates after i set up a campfire using bones as fuel and a tent near it but far enough away so as not to catch alight

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thewizardguy said
The Cucumber Lord sighs, as the ship teleports after him instantly. However, before he can make a snyde remark, a hooded figure whispers something into his ear, before retreating out of sight once more, obviously and purposefully concealing it's face and appearance from sight. The Cucumber Lord seems to calm down. "Very well, keep doing that. It's faster than walking." He'd do well to follow his advisor's advice, at least for the time being. He needed someone to guide him where he wanted to go, tedious as it might be, and this person was the only guide available.

i keep teleporting ahead, not waiting for him to catch up but always remaining in sight until i come across a large pit with a waterfall and start setting up camp while i wait for the cucumber lord to show up

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thewizardguy said
He sighs, as he gets into the ship. There's a blur which covers the ship, an odd distortion, and you cna vaguely se a hundred figures all over it. When it's gone, all of a sudden, it's legs are multi-jointed. It starts walking behind you, the Cucumber Lord sitting in an ornate chair near the still opened hangar doors. It's about the size of a small house, making it a rather odd sight, but it moves with an unexpected grace, keeping the main body completely level. A minion gives the Cucumber Lord what looks like a cocktail, and he awaits the end of this journey with impatience.

"well now aren't you a rather annoying one... not content to do your own leg work?" i say to myself as i use a spell that causes myself to radiate a white smoke with black at the center before teleporting a large distance away but one still visible to the cucumber lord

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thewizardguy said
The Cucumber Lord sighs. "I have no time for such things. Simply tell me the location, and I'll move there myself." He'd imagined this to be far quicker and easier, and has no time to waste time walking large distances. Such things are below him, the future ruler of the Multiverse.

"the grand master is currently in a campaign. i only know that he's in the fog" i reply honestly, noting the arrogance normally only seen amongst noblemen as i continue to walk, content to leave the man behind if he doesn't get his ass in gear and start walking