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Subversion got purple.

This resulted in the Narrators Running out of black ink.

The Second Archive "The wheel weaves as the wheel wills, and all that." Nameless stopped walking, examining the room he and Rue had just entered. It was large and circular, walls lined with books titled with writing that was visible but completely unintelligible to both Rue and Nameless, a raised section in the center holding a pedestal upon which an unremarkable staff rested. "I'm willing to bet that's what we're here for. Perhaps it's a ter'angreal of some kind?" @Aes Sedai Clinic: Roof Lark struggled fiercely as the shadows encompassed him. They whispered to him, telling him that nothing he did would ever be enough, that all the desperate measures he'd taken had been in service of a goal that was, in the end, not just unreachable but also selfish. Lark felt pain at these lies, for they were truth. He had done horrible things, and his goals had not always been pure. As much as it pained him to admit it, he had been inspired in part by jealousy and hatred, and had often misused power when he had it. But he didn't have time to wallow in self-pity and hatred. The Clinic was in danger, and everyone in it. He had to act right now, to stop Kaos from winning. Lark shouted, forcing the shadows away and standing upright. He saw the tiger standing behind Thaidakar and charged, red blade whirring in the air as he swung for the thing's head. @The Wandering Wizard @Thaidakar the Ghostblood

This led to a few negative effects.

Unfortunately, this season had some budget cuts.

The Second Archive Nameless blasted the hinges of the door with balefire. then shoved the door over. "Come on. No time for subtlety." Clinic: Roof Lark shouted in anger as Lerac fell, summoning a Shardblade and charging towards the tiger that claimed to be Wizard. @The Wandering Wizard

Clinic: Roof Lark grunted, catching the tiger's head and flipping himself over it. He landed gracefully on his feet, then continued running for the pillar. The Second Archive "Yes. I think we're almost there, however." Indeed, as Nameless spoke, the light from the globes of fire revealed an end to the seemingly endless bookshelves and a locked door made of some kind of metal.

Almost as good as the slightly-smaller-than-normal red underlined strikethrough italics.

The Second Archive "Better to arrive late and well-equipped than to show up to a battlefield without a sword." Nameless stared down the long hallway. "That said, we probably should hurry." He increased his pace. Clinic: Roof Lark looked worriedly at the pillar. It was close to being fully corrupted. It was high time he stepped in. He charged toward the guards around the pillar, no weapon in his hands. @The Wandering Wizard

Lark nodded to him. “See why I didn’t want you rushing in alone?”

The traitor was noticeable, however.

Clinic: Roof Lark saw Lerac collapse and leapt forward, placing himself in between the fallen man and the forces of Kaos.

The Second Archive Nameless nodded, walking down the hallway. “Hopefully we can get what we need quickly.”

The Second Archive Nameless shrugged, peering down the long corridor of books. “Can’t tell. It’s all dark. I can’t make a gateway down there, so there must be something they wanted to protect.”

Actually, I think you meant Unfortunately for the Shadows, there was a traitor among them.

The Second Archive Nameless considered. "Perhaps it won't be necessary." Cautiously, he walked down the hallway again, this time surrounding himself with weaves of spirit. When the trap activated this time, he was able-with considerable effort-to prevent the spell from reaching him. He turned back to Rue slowly. "I can keep it from affecting me with spirit. Should be able to continue doing so until we reach the end of this hall."

the Second Archive Nameless flinches as the balefire passes under him, then suddenly finds himself facedown on the ground, a sharp pain in his ankle. He stood slowly, groaning. “Thanks.”

The Second Archive “My idea yes, but your fault for hitting me. Please don’t miss.”

Moni also pondered the existence of life, something she’d been doing for quite a lot of recently.

The Second Archive Nameless frowned. “Not sure. You could try blasting through it. Perhaps some precision balefire would work?”

The Second Archive Nameless attempted a shrug. “I guess. Not sure we have time to risk it, however. This place is bound to have defenses in place, and we need to help against Kaos.”

The casualties were tremendous.

The Second Archive "This was the plan, wasn't it? We don't have time to waste being careful."

This was because the burritos were so delicious that the Ghanderflaffles couldn't keep themselves from eating them as well, and so both sides were quickly wiped out.