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"Obsidian," replied Obsidian, then blinked. "Human." -
Badly, replied the voice. Oh! You mean Yerik. He was able to shield himself from the knife, I think- but honestly, that's the least of your worries.
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Obsidian took the keys with two fingers, holding them up to his eyes to inspect them. As he did so, black goo sprouted from his fingers and enveloped the keys. Their form wavered and dissolved into the substance, which then flowed back into Obsidian's hand.
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A voice echoed in Yerik's head. Can you form a shield around your neck, between yourself and the blade? Yerik blinked. Of course. Why hadn't he thought of that before? He projected the shield carefully, making sure it didn't brush the knife and reveal to his captor what was going on. "Do you take me for a fool, child?" rasped the soldier. "We deal as we are. My offer is simple: surrender your names to me."
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"Me, of course," rasped the soldier. "All of my soldiers speak for me. Now. Shall we make a deal?"
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"Certainly," replied the soldier, lowering the sword slightly. I... could relay messages, perhaps. Anikel humphed again as the trio arrived at the stables. "If you hurt one of mine, you'll pay in blood." @Channelknight Fadran
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Obsidian reached for the keys, then pulled his fingers back.
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Obsidian followed Dave.
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"Yes," replied Obsidian, his eyes unfocusing. "Yes... I think I do."
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The figure looked down at himself. His figure had resolved remarkably- he was wearing a loose shirt and pants, and his feet were bare. He looked like a statue of a young man carved out of some sort of shiny black rock. "Obsidian," he said at last. Color rushed through him as he said the name, and as the last echoes of the word died away he looked no different than any other human.
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The figure raised a finger, which had already formed fingernails, and pointed. "Dave," he said, then his brow furrowed. He pointed at himself. "Not-dave."
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The form cocked it's head, upon which hairs, eyes, and other features had become distinct. "Dave?" it said.
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"H-hello," gurgled the form. It shifted, becoming more and more distinct.
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The dark mosquito plummeted into the ground in a splurch of black substance. Veins of darkness immediately began to spread out from the spot, eating away at the floor until there was a person-sized hole. At which point the black substance all flowed back together into a single form. A humanoid form.
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"Release your power," the soldier rasped. "Surrender yourselves to justice."
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The soldier jerked Yerik's head up and held his blade to the acolyte's throat.
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Must you fight? the voice whispered, abandoning all pretense of being an internal monologue.
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Don't forget Yerik, prompted the voice. Yerik was currently tied up and kneeling on the ground in front of one of the soldiers, who was gripping his hair in one hand.
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The floor of the throne room began to rumble. From the door, soldiers began to pour in, armored in gold and red and silver. They spread out in a wave, surrounding the princess in a defensive phalanx. Innocent men and women, the voice reminded Hyron and Miyako. Mentally and physically enslaved.
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@Mr. Misting
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The princess, the voice whispered. She doesn't seem concerned at all. As if she knows something you don't. As if she knows she can't lose. @Mr. Misting @CalanoCorvus
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The mosquito flitted over to Galard and began to drink.
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The princess stepped back exhaling. She regarded Miyako and Hyron calmly and without fear. A voice inside Hyron's head began to whisper. Wait. Something's wrong.
