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Vethe
Vethe knocked Dlek’s sword aside. “That makes two of us then.” She said, “Put that thing away.”
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Dlek
”Not until you do,” he said suspiciously.“And I gave you my name. What’s yours?”
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Vethe slowly slid her sword back into its sheath. “Vethe.” She said, reluctantly sticking her hand out. “What planet are you from?”
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Planet
Dlek swung his sword to his back. “What…planet?” he asked, confused. “We call my world Razath. We’re not…on Razath?”
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“Well, of course we’re not on Razath,” he scoffed. “Obviously, we’re on Andromeda. I mean, it’s obvious!” The others stared at him blankly. “Uh-oh.” he frowned. “I see we have a problem. None of us know where we are, and everyone’s from different worlds. This is great!” he said sarcastically.
"Hair. Mouth. Cheese of yak. Come, Sintar, bRiNg a MeLoN."
Dlek
Dlek spun around as someone spoke behind him, hand going to his sword. He narrowed his eyes.
”I don’t like your attitude,” he said. “You just tried to kill everyone and now your cracking jokes?”
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Vethe pulled her gun on the shapeshifter. “Don’t get any ideas.” She said, “These bullets can pierce dragon skin.”
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Marcurious
“You don’t like my attitude?” Marcurious smiled, “Don’t worry, I’m not offended, I don’t like you either.” he continued, “Sir, I think you’re a little confused,” Marcurious pursed his lips, “I never tried to kill anyone. I believe that she,” he pointed at Vethe, “and him,” he pointed at Zash, “tried to kill me. I was merely defending myself, like anyone with half a brain would do. I don’t fancy that I would have enjoyed being cut to pieces.”
"Hair. Mouth. Cheese of yak. Come, Sintar, bRiNg a MeLoN."
Vethe
“Excuse me? I tried to kill you?” Vethe asked incredulously, “My quarrel was with the Metal Bonder. I believe you got yourself mixed up in it yourself.” She glared at the shapeshifter. “Now spill it. What’s your name and where are you from?”
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Marcurious
“Because you asked so very nicely,” Marcurious glared at Vethe, “My name is Marcurious, and I come from the land of Erstonia from the world of Andromeda. I am heir to the Erstonian throne, and son of the Great Sparrow. But I suppose that means nothing to you.”
"Hair. Mouth. Cheese of yak. Come, Sintar, bRiNg a MeLoN."
Vethe
“Very well, Marcurious son of Andromeda.” Vethe gritted through her teeth, (no, Vethe is not confused, that’s just how her race refers to people). “Would you care to explain why you chose to lie to me?” She leveled her gun at him. “Because Andromeda is not a place.”
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Someone should probably intervene, or else Vethe is probably going to shoot Marcurious.
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Marcurious
“I could say the same about your world,” Marcurious shrugged. “I’ve never been there, so as far as I know, you’re also lying to me, as well.” he paused. “If Andromeda is not a place,” he smiled again, “then where do I come from? Please do tell.” He snatched a knife from Vethe before she could stop him, and Marcurious quickly drew the blade across his wrist, wincing as he did so. Violet blood streamed down his arm and he wiped it on his pants before returning it to Vethe. “This is the blood of an Erstonian. Do you require any other proof?”
"Hair. Mouth. Cheese of yak. Come, Sintar, bRiNg a MeLoN."
If Vethe wants to (what kind of statement is that, of course she wants to lol), she can shoot him, it’s fine, then the King will have to intervene as he watches his “army” literally get hacked to pieces, lol
"Hair. Mouth. Cheese of yak. Come, Sintar, bRiNg a MeLoN."
As long as Marcurious doesn’t die, that is.
"Hair. Mouth. Cheese of yak. Come, Sintar, bRiNg a MeLoN."
Vethe
“I do, actually.” She snapped. “And I come from no place. I am a daughter of no-world.” She whipped out her sword. It shifted into the spiritual plane as she thrust it through his chest. “And I hate liars.”
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Just to be clear, her sword is in the spiritual plane so it can’t cut him. Vethe did not just murder Marcurious 😅
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