Ookla de los Cuervos

A dagger flies back down that sleeper catches. "Another grenade, please?" and to punctuate that, there's a boom up above.

"Oh good you're awake, nice to have you back in the land of the living."

"Wait, so does this mean that our race has untapped life force reserves?" he frantically scribbles this down. "You are truly fascinating to listen to."

Novem raises an eyebrow. "Wait a second, you use your own life force for your magic? Why?"

They whimper a little bit in pain. "Please, stop... that hurts..."

Arke rolls his eyes as well. If I wanted you dead, you would be dead by now. I'm holding back for everyone's benefit.

"Fully aware of that, but you absolutely thought that"

Arke sits back, now satisfied and watching this current battle.

"look, if I knew, I would put it in the subtitles"

Sleeper is already dead to the world.

There's some discussion that's mostly muted over the intercom, some bizarre laughing and a sigh. "Well, that's rather rude. I dont appreciate being called those things."

"Just enjoy it, it doesn't have to make sense" Her hand settles on their shoulder. "Odd, ain't it? your hand should go through. also, his surprise is genuine. he has no idea how he got here. but he isn't really here."

Abalador sighs. "Y'all spelling my name wrong is a TRAVESTY"

a cold feeling shows up on Marewill's neck as a collar is scanned onto her. "The results will be shocking"

It plays an episode of Thomas the Train because that's the first thing Modoloth could think of on short notice. There's laughter over the intercom. "Oh, you poor child... touch the following digital item" and it scans in an image of a random person. he looks shocked to be there. "HUh?"

"Simulations are amazing, are they not?"

"I assure you, it quite is. At least here, it is"

He nods thankfully. "I appreciate it" and he sends a new dagger up.

Novem pulls out a notebook that reads, when translated, as just "Notes" and writes this down. "So, what got you into doing Wizardry in the first place?" There's some more crashing over the intercom, then a haggard voice comes up over the intercom. "My apologies, I had to go correct some employees of mine. anyways, how does this feel?"

Sleeper suddenly doubles over, grabbing his head. He grits his teeth as he says "Got it back, but I promise you, that wasnt fun"

There's silence, then a chorus of groans and some laughter over the intercom. "ALL OF YOU SHUT UP" and a new video shows up, this time of Tinker. While this plays, there's some muted crashing as some violence is caused up in the control room.

he glares daggers at Nick, but nonetheless tells him what he saw before the dagger was blown apart.

Vice's eyes go wide with excitement. "Oooooh, feisty, are we?" he grabs his dagger and slices it against his arm, lets blood run along the blade for a second, then licks the blood from his blade as he sways back and forth. "Hehehe... I wonder what colors I can make people turn by ripping them apart. green with jealousy, maybe?" then he convulses and falls to the floor. "Vice, I told you, no" Vice sits unconscious, in a growing pool of his own blood, that's slowly stopping growing bigger. There's a sigh over the intercom. "He is quite the handful, isn't he? I'll remove him" A trap door opens and Vice falls through. "Now, lets see... you have a guy, right? lets see what happens when..." and a different TV glitches into existence with a video playing of Mark cozying up to another girl. The toucan flies over and gently picks up the anole and deposits it back on the table, but from what it does get, there's Philosophy for Dummies, Origins of Necromancy, and The Companion's Guide to Wizardry and Its Complete Synergy to Science. Novem laughs at the anole. "Quite the curious one. is this similar to a familiar in that you can control it?"