Channelknight Fadran

"Dunno. Will it?"

"Yeah. Do you have a pen? Or... a marker would be preferable, but honestly I could make do with a pencil."

"Can you be absorbed by mages?"

"Oh. Good for you!" "Hm. I guess you aren't a demon demon, then."

"Okay. What Domains do you exhibit?" "No, actually. That won't work. Do you have a pen?"

Nayla shrieked, then fell unconscious.

"Whoa, you're a demon too?"

"I guess demons don't tend to follow the law much anyway..." "This bag in particular? About three weeks."

"But Moon doesn't have a license..."

"Stars? What's that?"

"I am currently called Mo-a'a'kori-d^acn." He blinked and frowned, though they wouldn't know that. "You probably can't say that. Call me Zodiac."

"Geeze... your ping must be awful." "It's daytime, then? Good to know. My clock is way off..."

Their mutual confusion had compounded on itself in a terrible way... but as she began to sense his slow Attunement to Truesight, her own began to become clearer. Slowly and steadily, the nausea began to fade - though it would still be a long while before it was comfortable, Nayla guessed. But she wanted to keep pushing herself, and began to strike back with continued speed and precision. Feisyyd cracked a small smile, avoiding the blade and preparing another assault. Indeed... there is little I can teach him that he doesn't already know.

"Oh. Well that sounds fun too." "Nifty! Where are we going?"

"Neat. Ending the world sounds fun."

"Sure, okay... transport us where?"

Beneath the paper bag in question was a second, smaller paper bag.

He was wearing a paper bag over his head.

"Oh, neat. But I still can't see and I don't know where I am."

"I DON'T KNOW. I DUNNO WHERE I CAME FROM OR HOW I oh hey there's the scream button."

"DUNNO. I CAN'T SEE. AND MY PUNCTUATION IS INCONSISTENT/"

"KINDA"

"GUYS HELP."