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"No, I'm gonna fish. You two kill the frogs." Mina delegated, pointing to a head sized frog that just hopped out of the pond. "First of all Judas, that's a cool dagger. I like it. Second of all, fishing here doesn't take all that long. I can certainly grab a couple while you're hunting frogs. And third of all, the more we stand here debating what to catch the more time we waste! Let's get crackin' already!" And with that Mina took off her jacket and casually dropped it on the ground beside her before lowering her arm into the pond water as far as it would go.

(hahahaha punctuality is just a joke right that doesn't exist)

 

The villager had remained silent, glaring up to spite Vilsig as he was dissolved by the liquid. Eventually, he too far melted to even be able to respond had he wanted to.

 

Tiresias nodded. "You didn't get an answer from it, huh?" Meanwhile, the generic man was looking around the village, taking in that it was something like his own.

 

The Illustrator moved towards Lefay. "There, there. Perhaps you should lie down."

(Generic guy must be pretty forgetful to forget the traumatized child draped over his shoulder.)

Mina would wait almost completely still as her arm and fingers dangled loosely in the murky water. Then, suddenly, she would jerk, quickly pulling up a fish that had bitten on her hand and plopping in on the ground next to them. She quickly ended the fish's life with a plunge of her dagger, and then submerged her arm to repeat the process.

Frogs would continually hop out of the pond, some landing in traps and some being caught and killed by Judas.

A fish bit Famen "Aah! These certainly aren't fish I'm familiar with. Angelle, lunch?" He said, directing his dog's attention to the pond. Angelle almost instinctively jumped into the pond, immediately coming out with 2 fish in her mouth, wriggling around. She repeated the process a few times. Famen checked the traps, killed the frogs and stuck the legs into his pack for cooking later.

"Don't expect any of those to give you any more of an answer than that one did." Tiresias chuckled. "You could always ask me, you know. It's sort of what I'm here for. Unless..." Amusement glimmered in his eye. "You trust these things more than you trust me."

 

As the fire began dying out, the generic man set Kate down slowly. "It's over now. You alright?"

 

As Thomas searched, he found the houses to be rather simplistic. After checking in and out of empty drawers, he stumbled across a map of the surrounding area.

(Apologies, did we say this is or is not the same Vilsig as Carnatis Invictus (That's how you spell it right)

 

Tiresias laughed, seemingly carefree. "Touché. Well," He looked around, gesturing at the area around them. "You know already of Them. They use this place for entertainment. That is its purpose. One could argue it also exists as a world to bottle up power in case They decide to ever do anything significant with it, but I digress. The only way to get out is linked to a thing known as the Throne. No doubt you've heard about that as well. Destroying it will cause a large enough disruption to form a rift out of here. Conversely, one strong enough can sit in it and harness it's power in order to create an exit, but... This is easier said than done."

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Alright, so in conclusion, it's the same universe, Rustlung is dead, Wilson and Co. are off in another dimension, and they also happened to thwart the arrival of Evil Throne Skeleton B.  All is settled?

Here's what Silent and I agreed on.  Yup, same Vilsig.

Vilsig nods.  "I've heard of it.  What I'm wondering about is this place, specifically.  What is its function?  A barrier?  A challenge?"

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"A challenge, I suppose? Honestly, it's more about entertainment than anything. It was designed to give the, eh, contestant some feeling of progression when there wasn't really any. Which, obviously, is hilarious." He gazed at the village tentatively. "Or... Perhaps even a test."

 

The only food around there were some simple rabbits skewered by sticks into rabbit kebabs.

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