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"Just his house." He knocked again. "Paulos! It's me! Aerith!" The sound of a chair being scooched out against the floor came from the building.
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Aerith approached the door of an apothecary, took a breath, then knocked.
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Hey, there're already, like, seventy threads with theories about my book (thanks, Shard!), and my answer to everything is essentially just "I can neither confirm nor deny."
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"I don't understand it any more than you do."
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Leonie did not like creepy crawly things. They reminded her of spiders, and spiders were not good. They were really hard to kill; not physically, but mentally. Just trying to make yourself squish down on those big, round, shiny abdomens... Leonie shivered. So she condensed the air around Rlyan into water, creating a sort of bubble. Hopefully the creatures would drown faster than he would.
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"Like... not from this world. Or something. Apparently, he's an alien."
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"Okay, we'll... worry about that later. What do we need to do?"
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No, yes, potentially, kidna, and no. You should do a theory on the Iconar Collective. Just... stay away from HoidWasTaken. He has a bad habit of spoiling my books for himself.
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"He's... not from around here."
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"Since when could you do that?"
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With a roar of anger, Ellis whipped out his sword and ran to attack the octopus.
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"Uh... his name was... ah..." He scratched his chin. "That's weird. No clue, pal."
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"His name's Paulos. He's just around the corner."
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"Not good. NOT GOOD."
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"He's the only reasonable person in this town," Aerith said, leading them through the streets. "Which, by extension, means that he's also the most unreasonable person in this town. At least, by everyone else's standards he is. Doesn't even lynch anybody or set buildings on fire!"
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"Stay with my friend." Aerith replied, watching the crowd dispersed. They all seemed quite miffed about not getting to lynch anybody. "He's probably not with this crowd."
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"Fine!" The spokesman yelled. "In three days, you have five minutes after noon to get the spore outta here before we lynch y'all."
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"So what'll it be?" Aerith called to the townspeople. "Three days, take it or leave it."
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"I kinda doubt you can run for twenty-four hours straight. And I certainly can't stall them that long." He sighed. "Listen, kid: it's a choice between two of us potentially dying right now or all of us dying in three days. I'd rather us all live for long enough to let the amal army pass on than let a couple of us kick the bucket right away."
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"Either way, we have to wait for noon tomorrow for the portal to reopen, and there aren't very many places to hide here."
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"It's either that or an amal army."
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"Hate to agree with you pal, but... yeah."
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"We'll have three days! We'll be fine."
