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"Is this a map?" Silver asked, gesturing to a map-like piece of paper hung up on the wall. -
Obsidian blinked. "Killed? You mean the kleevers?"
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"Five hundred and thirty-six!" exclaimed Obsidian, waving the green-and-white plaid sock at Rayvyn.
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"Look at what I found!" Obsidian exclaimed, waving a sock in the air.
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Silver picked out a black top hat and a silver cloak from the selection. It felt... right, somehow.
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Obsidian was loitering on a chair with half of its back broken off, examining a broken lightbulb. He glanced up as Fadran approached. "The time is up, then?"
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"Maybe," replied Silver. "But... we don't really know anything about this world, do we? We don't know who this 'government' is, we only know a little about the natural energy systems here, and we don't know anything about their culture. For goodness sakes, we don't even know what country we're in!"
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Mariel's hands tightened on the scepter, her lips drawing to a line. Her eyes seemed to flash with something, but again, it was indiscernible in the dim light. The mental pressure on the three of them to leave redoubled.
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"We're supposed to be posing as natives of this world, correct?" Silver asked abruptly.
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It was dark. So dark. Ilvaite crawled blindly, trying to break free of the shadow. But wherever she went, there it was.
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Silver watched the rain pitter-patter on the window outside.
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Obsidian wandered the stacks of trash, swallowing any kleever he came across. Every once in a while, a piece of junk would catch his eye, and he'd take a moment to swallow it as well. There were a truly astonishing number of socks, for instance, in all sorts of bizarre shapes and sizes. Many didn't even look that worn! When the time was up, Obsidian returned to the designated meeting point.
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Mariel stared at Miyako, speechless, for about half a second. Then she growled. "Why should I explain myself to you?" She raised the scepter and issued a command. "Go to your rooms!"
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"My flesh is green," announced Obsidian, trying to hear what sounded different about it.
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Silver sipped his tea thoughtfully. "Could we borrow the cactus?"
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"Are the storms here magical, too?" asked Silver, relaxing in one of the sofa's corners.
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"It is my right as well," replied the princess through gritted teeth. She glanced backwards at the crystal for a brief moment. "I was chosen."
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For the next hour, Mariel used her scepter to command Yerik, Hyron, and Miyako to do all sorts of bizarre actions, like an elaborate game of Simon Says. Eventually, she stopped, leaning her weight on her staff, her breathing heavy. All compulsion vanished. "That's enough for today," she said with a wave. "Take them back to their rooms."
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Silver turned, watching Cufre and Gone as a cool wind blew through the open window behind him.
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Obsidian considered this. He was a person. Was this something he was supposed to do? "Perhaps we should try it and see," he suggested.
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Obsidian pondered this for a moment. "So... the winner would tell the other what to do? What would the purpose of that be?"
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Obsidian seemed puzzled. "What is a... dare?"
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Obsidian considered this for a moment. "What would the prize be?"
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After fully enveloping and absorbing several Kleevers, Obsidian paused. "There are very many!" he called out in disgruntlement. "Are we supposed to get rid of them all?"
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Silver walked inside and looked out at the oncoming storm.
