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(Ye of little faith, Battal. Thing's'll be original.)

Tiresias collect himself and stood up. With a deep breath and a small flick of the wrist, he left the strange dark void and appeared before the group, grinning as if nothing had happened. "No need for fear, I'm back!"

Mistaria's arm twitched. Somehow, he could tell. Tiresias had disregarded his advice.

 

".........Tiresias............start explaining, right now. What happened? And tell the truth."

 

Lefay looked over at the book, and saw the broken pieces of a chunk of flint next to it. She picked them up, growing more suspicious.

(Rip me)

Tiresias took a breath, gazing upon the rest of the group before speaking. "Funny story, it turns out my being around the rest of you puts you all in danger. That means I'm leaving, 'cause if I don't, you'll all get killed." He picked his walking stick up off the ground, grabbed a few materials and made a quick torch, and began heading off towards Vilsig's camp without another word.

Edited by Blewcheese

(God I missed a lot.)

 

Corthias brushed the hair out of her eyes and quickly snapped herself back to reality. The impact of what she was told began to sink in.

 

"I'm- I'm sorry, would you mind reiterating what you just said? Explain; what happened while I nodded off?"

 

She quickly tidied herself up and stood, holding the book; she missed a lot during her daze, didn't she?

(Maybe you wanna wake one of them up first. Or maybe I'll do it for you.)

Vilsig's words seemed to stir the generic man from his slumber, and he woke slowly. "What.... Did you say somethin'?"

Tiresias hesitated as Corthias spoke, but thought better of it and continued on his way, vanishing behind some nearby foliage. Alex frowned, then shrugged. "I'm not sure I understand what's going on, either."

"Oregon? The state? Well, in any case, I'm from America. Specifics shouldn't matter much." He sat up and watched Vilsig as he repeated his previous question. "Where are you from?"

(Also I will edit in something to the tiresias leaving post because light is required so um don't hurt me okay)

Vilsig laughs.  "Y̨ou̕ know̧ w͠ha͞t I̛ ͡a̡m̧ ún͠de͜r th͢is̨ ̢c҉ost̵u͏me. ͢ ̡Use y͟ou͏r̕ ̛i̛m̴a̵ǵi̷na̴t̷ìơn̴."

 

"Wh͡ątev̶e҉r ̛y͟ou̴ c҉om̀e̛ ̴up ͡wi̛th̵ ̵wón'̧t ev̷en b͠eg͜i̧n ́to̴ ̕matc͘h̵ ̶what I'͜ve b͠e̕en͠ ̸t͞h̨r͢o̧ug͘h̸. "

(He just figured Vilsig was reaaaaaalllllllyyyyy dark skinned. Didn't want to be racist.

Har har. Forget the previous post.)

Except, instead of saying that, the generic man said, "You're a shadow... thing, right? That doesn't explain where you came from." He looked up, collecting his thoughts. "People see shadowy things when they start going loony. I've seen 'em a few times, myself. Are you one of those?"

Vilsig shakes his head.  N͞o̧, ͟ţh̨o͟sȩ o̡ņl̸y̵ appea͟r͝ aro̷un͏d ́t́h̕e in̸san͠e̶.͞ ͟ ͏I am entir͘el̕y͟ c҉or̵p̢ore̕a̡l.

 

He pauses, calculating his next move.

 

"In͡stead͢ ͘of j͝ųst w̢a̷i̛t͝i͜ng ar҉o̶u̷n҉d̢,͢ I͞ ͏act͡i̸ve̕ly dra̡in̡ ͜a͝nd͘ ̡f̷e̶ed o҉f҉f́ t̸he̵ ҉s͟an͡it͏y̕ ͏of hum̷an͏s҉ t͟o g̨ai̕n p͝ow͜er.̷ ͠ Th͢en̵ I҉ ́caǹ ̵u̧se thát enèr̶g̸y ̧t̡o s͘ha̛peshíf͡t, which͟ ͘is ͠w̧hy ͜I ̀app͡èar huḿan̶ n͜ow.͡ ͡ ͢I̸t'̷s͟ ̵n͘ơt ̶m͟y͝ fav͟ơŗit͞e ̸b̢o͘d̕y."

 

 

(Now we won't have to deal with the annoying "liar revealed" plotthread.  I hate those.)

Edited by Lord_Battal

"I҉t̨'͢s͢ ̡c͏o͜mpli̸ćàţe͢d."  Vilsig says.  "Bu͝t͟ a͘ny̷wa̧ys, I̢ ̵d̛on'͢t d̶o ̷t͡ḩa̢t̕ a̢n̛ym͠o͡re.͠ I.̡.̛.I͘ ̕did ̸s̸o̡me͢ ̵h͘or̡r̵ib͢ļe͝ t̴h̷i͠ng҉s w͘it͞h th̡a̸t po͞we͞r.  T͘ha̧t's ͘why I've̛ be͡e̶n͠ ͘tr̨yi̧ng̶ to ͢f̧in͟d̡ ̶t҉ow̨n͢s, ̶y'k̛n̨o͝w͡?͘ F͝eȩḑ t͜h̢e̶ ̨p̨e͡o͜ple͠.̸.̛.̷ǵi͘v̡e ̵t̕hȩm̡ śo͢m͢e̕ h͡o̷p͡e͜.̶..maķe͘ ͏u̴p ͟f͠o͘r̡ ͝p͟a͜st̛ siǹs..."

 

(Ooh, I love being a manipulator.)

Edited by Lord_Battal

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