Channelknight Fadran
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"You didn't manage to beat Lena?"
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"Fadran didn't exacty give me a deadline. 'As fast as you can' is probably the criteria."
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Trace looked up. "Who is she?"
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"They come built in."
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She calmed herself. "You're still alright?"
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"What do you mean by that?"
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"I mean... I have to assemble a strike force anyways."
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"Those are generally the people I want the traps to spring on."
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"No idea."
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"People I want them to trigger on."
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"I'm bored. And depressed."
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"Go ahead."
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"Not ones that will trigger on us."
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"You available?"
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Trace woke up with a start, gasping and sweating. @Knight of Iron @ProfetessaOscura
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Ayia aimlessly wandered the camp, doing her best to stay her old self as the soldiers each took their turn to stare. She'd give winks, smirks, and the occasional blush depending on who was doing what. They were all rote at this point: reactions she'd memorized from her youth. They went without thought or consciousness, used to keep the men away from her. She'd once tried showing how she actually felt; that had backfired. Now, she just went about pretending all was well. It took her a second to think about what she should be doing. Assembling a strike force to take some mountain outposts? Fadran had asked her to do that. Right. Fadran was here. She put on an actual smile. Ayia made her way into the command tent, only to find him gone. She looked around, then picked up a note. Don't worry; I wasn't captured or disintegrated. Gone into the woods with Queen . Will be back when I'm done venting. Don't die! ~ Fadran Ayia sighed, putting down the note. Perfect. He was out with the top hat lady. With Fadran unavailable, she decided to go looking for the next best person: the kid she had accidentally spilled her guts to. "Hey, Andante!" Ayia shouted. "Where you at, kid?" @Condensation
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"'course I can hear you! You're kinda loud."
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“I’ll be fine.” “Dave isn’t the powerful name. It’s just a name I give myself that you’ll understand.”
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"That's the whole idea, isn't it?"
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"Too ancient and powerful for your mortal voice to utter, so you can just call me Dave."
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"Well, dragons have to grow, don't they? How do you think I got so big?" The Guardian displayed his wings. "They'll have to shed those and make new ones eventually."
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"Their first pair, anyways."
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"There aren't any traps."
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"Dunno. It kinda depends."
