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    But the light was a lie. In reality, the emperor himself had become Marked, one who had fused with a withergeist, and was plotting the downfall of the world.
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    The ghanderflaffle empire began to fall as withergeists consumed land and people alike.
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    Michael hopped away from the horrible scene, retreating to a space of his own creation. He needed some time to think. This was a disaster, to be true, but there were ways to deal with any disaster. He just had to stay calm and think through things logically. First order of business, he muttered to himself. Close the gates... He reached out with Silence and swung. With a distinctive snipping sound, every portal between Reality Prime and S disintegrated into nothingness. Only briefly, however. Within a moment, the telepath that had controlled them was dead, and they went back to Ruin's bidding.
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    Across the world, small withergeists began to pop into existence, withering plants, animals, or whatever else they could get their hands on as they began to travel across the landscape.
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    At that moment Xinoehp woke up. There was a need for him somewhere. He could feel it. He stood up and began to run, still only half awake. He would find what was broken. He would.
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    It was getting louder. He could hear it for certain, now, the discordant beat like nothing he'd ever heard before. Step carefully, indeed... ---- I watched Aman. He recruited ILuvHats.
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    Pheonix's eyes were closed, his breathing steady and even. Within the last five minutes, he'd fallen asleep.
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    *Has ideas* *Does not have time to explain* Michael stared at the spot where the figure had disappeared, mouth hanging open. “Withergeist,” he said in a distant, slightly strangled voice. “Oh, the fool… he let it escape?” He groaned, sitting down with a thump on an invisible bench. “That explains why it has Narrativium,” he muttered. “Oh, dear…” He’d thought Tom would be able to keep the thing trapped in whatever device he’d used. He’d considered the possibility when the withergeist had first shown up, but a quick check had dispelled that possibility. At least, he’d thought it had. Really, he should have known better. His Author never left threads like that dangling if he could grab them. Of course the withergeist would be Shadow’s mark. And since it was, why wouldn’t it draw Narrativium from BoS? He’d thought at first that it was a more or less mindless being, meant only for Xinoehp or SoT or whoever else got involved. It would wreak havoc, true- but only here, where it could be contained. If it was trying to escape…. Alarm bells began going off inside his mind. Nonchalantly, he stood up and called on Silence, warping himself to the TLT mime chapter base. –––––– It was chaos. Mimes were running every which way as shadowy figures like dark ghosts moved silently among them. One touch, and a mime would collapse in agony, mouths opening in a silent scream as they were slowly transformed into living husks. Sweet Author above, breathed Michael, horrified.
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    It sated her hunger for destruction.
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    Pheonix smiled, wrapping his arm around her. "I'd love to," he said simply. Tom shrugged. "Narrativium, I guess. Although he must have a different method if he's able to do it feasibly."
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    It had no effect. On her, at least.
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    Pheonix sighed regretfully, releasing her hands. "It always seems strange to me that we have to sleep.", he mused, letting out a laugh that turned into a yawn halfway through. "But now that you mention it, I'm tired too. I guess escaping prison can do that to you."
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    Master of Silence is a mime title, interjected Aqua. Calling himself that serves two purposes, hmm? It acknowledges both halves of who he is. And it allows him to conceal his true name. "I guess he is," remarked the man, oblivious to the voice. "Strange. What do you think we should do about it?"
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    The two bore the same mark. But what had touched the taco had grown in power since it had been freed.
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    "Oh, Tamika..." whispered Tom, holding her tight to him. "You don't need to be sorry for anything." "Anything for you," said Pheonix, squeezing her hands. "Anything."
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    It looked withered and dead, as though someone had sucked all the life out of it.
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    A burst of static suddenly interrupted the music for a brief moment.
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    Tom spread his hands helplessly. "I don't know. I would think that Narrators would have an unlimited amount, but... Star wasn't able to do it, and neither was your twin." He sighed. "Just another of Silence's many tricks, I guess..."
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    Her thoughts were interrupted by a few more new arrivals.
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    Along with the rest of his family.
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    More characters began to arrive at the dance.
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    Michael performed a dance move impossible without the aid of Silence.
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    Michael coughed. So, uh... where were we, again?
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    Jacob nodded and wrote something on his clipboard, disappearing.
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