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Kansas Stormcursed

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  1. "Yes." He Narrated two chairs, and sat down into one to watch. From his pocket, he pulled a cup of tea and took a sip. He removed another and offered it to Alli.
  2. "I admit I'm not entirely sure. It's rather chaotic to follow." I can't even really follow it
  3. "Narration." He Narrated a rose into his hand, then made it shrivel and decay, frowning at it. Sighing, he revived it, and flung it to stick upright in the ground. "They are quite skilled at it. And, I imagine there is a bit of other powers in the mix."
  4. "Oh." Dark Cep sighed. "Pretense. I see. Well. I'll wait, then, until he's done. Thank you for your assistance."
  5. Myles quickly reached for his pocket, then paused. - "Interesting. I'd rather avoid interacting with a withergeist, and Rebus isn't ideal for this. Where might Malevolence be?"
  6. "Excellent. Then, last question—how might I have such a blade made?" - "Probably talk my way out of it. Fighting off villains is not my role. I am no main hero."
  7. "My apologies. This shouldn't take long. I just have a few simple questions. Say I wanted to take out versions of a fairly powerful Narrator. Mordite would be the way to do that, no? Could, say, a sword or some kind of weapon be made of it? And could said weapon be used by another Narrator?" - "I am myself not very skilled in combat, though I can keep myself alive."
  8. "I don't believe there are many. Those who harm are far more common." I should note, so you don't get too attached, he's being slightly manipulatory. This is not a good character.
  9. Myles shot a glance toward the sky as the color disappeared. "Then yes, I suppose I am like you." He smiled. - Somewhere, elsewhere, Dark Cep nodded. His Author had finally devised a plan; now it was time for him to set it up. " @NameIess!" he called. "Whichever of your characters would best be able to help me! I have need to discuss Mordite." Myles cocks his head. "Ah, yes, I see now. Interesting name, and a rather suspicious one, but I would be willing, yes."
  10. "Uh. Hello. Sure, I suppose." "That depends. What do you do?"
  11. He cupped one hand to the back of her head and the other to her forehead and whispered under his breath. The bump faded, as did the bruise and the associated internal damage of both. He smiled, though he looked more tired. "There. Is that better?"
  12. "Yes." You want me to leave that, or should he heal it?
  13. "Hi Alli. You've got quite the nasty bump there on your head."
  14. Myles, curious and simply watching the conversation, walked over to Alli, seeing her sitting apart. "Hi there. My name's Myles. What's yours?"
  15. Myles had to admit, he was curious. He stretched out a hand and barely, almost cautiously, stretched out his hand to lay a fingertip atop her wrist. Noticeably, his other hand reached toward his belt, where something was obviously concealed. He froze with his hand hovering near it, eyes wary.
  16. "I am passably skilled, but no more than necessary to keep myself alive."
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