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"Mostly because I don't have anything that big to store," said Rekaerb wryly. "You are building a spaceship in there, correct?"

It was *shudders* sparkly.

"Not really," said Rekaerb, who had just appeared. "I do stuff like that all the time."

And a pound of something unmentionable sprinkled all over the walls.

The blue thrall rings in Eric's eyes tighten and he rushes at T. @Vapor @Mist The orange transitions from his headlong dash into a direct punch.

Aridith, King of the holed and Emperor of the Multiverse, strode through through the white stone hallways of the Outpost. The crowds of workers and drones flowed around him as though he were surrounded by an invisible forcefield, paying their respects to their supreme ruler. Unlike some other of his subjects, they knew their place. The insufferable Jeffery Larue could stand to learn a thing or two from them. His refusal to share his secret to creating the most powerful fusions of holed power was the only thing holding the Empire back from an unprecedented wave of expansion that would forever cement the name of Aridith in history. At least he'd won this battle. Aridith allowed himself a small upturning at the corners of his mouth at the delicious feeling of victory. After months of bargaining, at last he had a specimen from the scientist himself. Of course, while the stone was powerful, there was only so much it could do. He could guarantee that the scientist had a stronger version up his sleeve - he was still hidden, after all - and he'd continue to make even stronger ones with time. Which, if the past was any guide, would have costs too high for even Aridith to pay. What he needed was the process. The secret by which Dr. Larue created such powerful items. There was a possibility it could be determined by examining the stone itself, but it was unlikely. No, if he wanted the secret, he'd likely have to get it from Dr. Larue himself. And not by force, either- the scientist had measures against that, both obvious and concealed. The truth would need to be coaxed from him of his own volition. It would take a priceless prize to tempt him to reveal his secret. But King Aridith was sure he had something that would do the trick. Or rather, someone. --- Abigail stared quietly out the window, watching the lines of workers and drones file endlessly on. She turned away sighing softly. It was mesmerizing to watch, but it got old after a while. Too bad, really, that she was trapped here. Not literally trapped, of course- she was free to leave, if she wished - but practically, there was no way she was going to risk getting captured by anyone, as Rekaerb had warned her the holed were wont to do. All of a sudden, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jerked around, relaxing when she saw it was only Rekaerb. "Getting bored yet?" he asked wryly. "Better than being chased," said Abigail softly, turning to look out the window again. "Or..." Her mind blanked. No need to think of that. It would only bring pain. "True," said Rekaerb, and Abigail suddenly noticed a tenseness to his speech. "But I wouldn't be so sure you're safe. Not even here." "What?" said Abigail, shocked. "King Aridith," said Rekaerb grimly. "He's walking this way. And he's almost here." Abigail felt a chill go through her. "He... doesn't have a reason to capture me," she said with uncertainty. "Right?" Rekaerb's expression did not reassure her. Instead, he snapped his fingers in a flash of blue light. A purple amulet dropped into his outstretched hand, and he handed it to Abigail. "Put this on," he said. "It will disguise you." Abigail put the amulet on, feeling a tingle wash through her as she did so. She looked up. "Did it work?" "Perfect," said Rekaerb. "Now, let's go." He grabbed her arm, and they vanished together in a flash of blue. --- Jared tapped his foot impatiently against the garishly colored floor. He'd been waiting here for over an hour now. What was taking High Queen Hyxlia so long? Honestly, it seemed like all he'd done since he got here was wait. Wait for the opportunity to petition for an audience. Wait for the date of the audience itself. And now, apparently, he had to wait for the thing to even begin. In a room that looked like rainbow vomit, no less. Silence and Shadows, if he had to wait another minute in this place he might just- Welcome, Jared-son-Jacob, said a melodious voice in his head, interrupting his thoughts. I am ready to meet with you now. Jared stood up. Finally! "Where should I go?" he asked. You need go nowhere, said Hyxlia. I will speak to you where you are. "..Oh," said Jared, sitting down. "Okay then. Do you want me to talk, or should I just ... you know... think stuff at you?" Whatever makes you most comfortable, said Hyxlia. Jared cleared his throat. "Okay then." There was a brief pause of silence filled only by Jared's foot tapping on the stone ground. "So," he said at last. "My sister. I think she's here. In this Universe." So you have said. "Well, do you think you could... try and find her, or something?" Indeed I can. And, in fact, I have. "Really?" said Jared, perking up. "What did you find? Where is she?" The High Queen of the Hyxali sighed. Nothing, she said gently. I could not find any trace of her. "What?" exclaimed Jared, standing up. "But that's- surely that's- that can't be..." He shook his head. "She has to be here. If she's not, she... she..." He swallowed, unable to finish the sentence. I feel your pain, said Hyxlia, and Jared could feel the truth in her words. But do not lose hope. Just because I could not find her does not mean she is not here. There is much that goes on in my domain that is hidden from even me. Jared nodded slowly and sat back down with a sigh. "You really have no clue where she could be?" Not unless she is with your grandfather, said Hyxlia. Jared's head jerked up in shock. "He's here?" he said, stunned. Then his eyes narrowed. "Where?" --- Jaxevist stared through the one-way glass at the captive god of war. On the other side of the walls, he knew, four green holed stood in intense focus, using their power to transfix the captive. "So," said a familiar voice behind him. "Four greens? He must be a powerful one." Jaxevist exhaled. "Hello, Cassandra." He felt a hand slip onto his shoulder. "Hey," said Cassandra gently. "Are you alright?" "Yes," said Jaxevist succintly, continuing to stare straight ahead. Cassandra sighed, and he heard the rustle of her dress as she knelt down beside him. "I heard about where he sent you," she said quietly. "Are you sure you're okay?" "Yes," said Jaxevist again, perhaps a little too emphatically. "I'm fine. Besides, it's all over now. Santonio summoned me back to deal with a group of travelers and then the barrier went up. Aridith can't send me back." Cassandra sighed again, this time with a hint of exasperation. "Jax, I-" "Don't you have queen stuff to do?" interrupted Jaxevist. "Making workers, running the outpost, that sort of thing." The Hyxali queen huffed, and even though Jax couldn't see her he could tell she had folded her arms. "This is 'queen stuff', as you so elegantly put it. You are the most powerful being in this outpost. I need to make sure you aren't going to go crazy and kill us all." She leaned forwards, trying to make eye contact. "I'm not just doing this because you're my friend and I'm worried about you." Jaxevist snorted, refusing to make eye contact. "Most powerful?" he said skeptically. "I doubt it. The King doesn't need four greens to hold me down." "Don't be ridiculous. You would destroy that war god in a straight fight, and you know it." "So?" said Jaxevist. "Winning fights isn't everything. What use is winning if I destroy everything I care about in the process?" "You really think it would come to that?" "If he gets free? Absolutely. You think Aridith cares two cennels about this place?" Cassandra was quiet for a moment. "We'll have to make sure it doesn't come to that, then," she said at last. All of a sudden, Jax heard footsteps turn the corner and begin to walk towards the prison cell. He turned his head to look over his shoulder to see who the newcomer was. Striding quickly towards them was Santonio, the corridor light glinting off his gleaming white scales.His face curled up as he saw Cassandra and Jaxevist at the end of the hallway. "What are you doing here?" he sneered. "We might ask the same of you," said Jaxevist coldly, getting to his feet. --- Aridith looked at Jaxevist with a cold gaze, reminding himself that all the red saw was Santonio. His insolence was excused. There was no need to let his frustration at his lack of success in capturing the girl influence his decisions. "I am on an errand from the King himself," he said with a sneer. "One I need not explain to you." He gave them a slight mental push to confirm his authenticity. Jaxevist clenched his fist, but he stood aside to let "Santonio" pass. Aridith could feel his gaze follow him as he stepped forwards and opened the door of the chamber proper. @Nathrangking

The orange holed chuckles. "Happy to oblige." He charges down the passageway, traveling several feet with every step.

To absorb the explosions.

Meanwhile, the cheese sandwich shop's business was booming.

Narrator X explains how Butt Venture is part of the history of the thread and assures her that it has no bearing on the quality of the food produced at the sandwich shop. Narrator X points out that just because they weren't allowed to use them for a specific task didn't mean they didn't have them.

Narrator X was puzzled as to why Narrator Fadran would ever not have Narrator powers.

Narrator X inquires as to the cause of her concern.

X refers her to Butt Venture's Grilled Cheese Sandwich shop for more if she desires.

Narrator X warmly greets the newcomer and offers her a grilled cheese sandwich.

Narrator X gently reminded them that Jacob was handing their pen back.

Narrator X sighed yet again.

Narrator X sighed again and settled down to wait for Narrator Fadran.

Which promptly blew him to smithereens.

Then the supernova engulfed the battlefield.

At that moment, the supernova occurred.

Narrator X suggested a supernova a couple stars over.

They rolled off and were cleaned up.

Except that he made a mistake and accidentally turned himself into soul sand. James shrugged. "The choice is yours," he said. "You don't have to be an archivist to use the pen." @Channelknight Fadran