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[emet_sulk]

[ There's a new(?) voice and it's borderline irate. ]

Just how long are we expected to wait before our 'sentencing'? Whilst I could certainly wait for an eternity, I would rather not. Surely they intend to mete their punishments out before we expire.

And for that matter, what is one supposed to do in this godsforsaken land?

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[iravehementi]

Maybe the waiting is our sentence.

[emet_sulk]

[ Dry and sarcastic: ]

Death by boredom. Oh yes, such a terrifying and fitting punishment. I may as well save them the trouble and kill myself now.

[iravehementi]

[A deep, throaty chuckle.]

Hm! Perhaps others do not bore so easily. This is, after all, a whole new world of opportunities.

[emet_sulk]

Opportunities such as what? There is nothing terribly remarkable about this star. Unless one counts the mitigating influence it has over arcane abilities.

[iravehementi]

Nothing remarkable?

This star was able to pull you to it and now you are trapped here. Is that of no interest to you?

[Sephiroth has been both frustrated and fascinated by it.]

[emet_sulk]

Oh. That?

[ One can almost hear the sigh as he explains: ]

If a mere man can perform such a feat on my star some five or six times - with aid, I'll grant - then I imagine it a trifling matter for some elusive, all-powerful entity. I may not know how exactly he did it yet but I have my suspicions.

[iravehementi]

You've seen this happen before?

[A bit of the feline smugness has dropped from his voice, replaced by curiosity.]

[emet_sulk]

Well, I didn't witness it, but certain individuals who should not have been where they ended up is compelling proof.

I had planned to try and persuade him to tell me his secret, but now I find myself here. I would have assumed 'twas his doing were the locals not convinced it to be the work of their mysterious deities.

[iravehementi]

You might not learn how he did it but the resident "mysterious deities" might yet yield their secrets.

[emet_sulk]

[ Regrettably, they have a point. Still, he heaves a very put-upon SIGH. ]

Well, when you put it that way...

Say, how long have you been here? Surely you must know something about our mysterious captors?

[iravehementi]

Hm...A month and a half, perhaps...

Which, I should point out, is a month less than the Chosen who have been here the longest. Whatever is happening has not been happening long.

[There is a rustling sound of leather as he adjusts himself.]

As for the gods, I have learned little. The locals believe in them with single-minded zealotry. They say they're kind, generous beings but also say they were the ones who sank the kingdom of Forlinet. Aside from this one supposed act of divine intervention, they've never shown themselves. All they do is leave their little gifts around, like these charms we're using.

I have my doubts about them being gods at all.

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[quizpersona]

It's times like these that are the perfect opportunity to host a conciliatory quiz which sets the record straight! So, guess who is up first? ...It's you!

[There's mirth in this voice. Here's some whimsy to contrast the irritation incarnate.]

What is the appropriate length of time needed to process that kind of thing?

[emet_sulk]

[ Great, he loves hates quizzes!! ]

A century, give or take a few decades.

[ This delivered utterly deadpan. ]

[emet_sulk]

[ A scoff from him. ]

Any natural disaster can sink a city. That is hardly proof of divine intervention. I would first see repeated proof of such coincidence happening before assuming intent behind them.

[ Looks like there isn't much information to go on though, if this has only begun happening two moons ago. Well, fine. He supposes he can muster the energy to investigate a bit... ]

I suppose I shouldn't have expected much from these natives. They seem rather primitive still.

[quizpersona]

W-... Ehh, did I hear that right? A century you say! Sounds like someone is familiar with bureaucracy.

[ He's so unserious. But listen, okay, he's allowed to say it since he was someone's "secretary" for six months. ]

You better ask this again one thousand two hundred months and two days from now.

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[grappler]

Well, aren't you dramatic.

[oh lord here she comes.]

Maybe you should touch some grass. There's a lot of it.

[emet_sulk]

[ If only they knew how frighteningly accurate their assessment was. ]

At that point you would all be dead.

[emet_sulk]

And why would touching grass help in any way?

[ Millennial(?) meet 12 x millennial. ]

[grappler]

[she's not from "earth" so who knows what kind of gen she is.]

Calm you down. Make you happy. Maybe even roll around in it, like some of the animals I've seen out here.

[quizpersona]

Since we'll all be dead then maybe we don't need to worry about sentencing after all.

[ The tone abruptly switches from apprehension to amusement like a shoe drop. ]

...Is what I'd say if it was true! Anyways, since you're bored you could thrash against the invisible walls closing in around you. Go on and put on a show for the rest of us. Now doesn't that sound fun?

[emet_sulk]

You do know grass contains all manner of vilekin besides being a prime culprit in allergies?

[emet_sulk]

I can think of far better things to waste my magicks on than puerile and futile entertainment.

[quizpersona]

Oh~ fair point. What is a better waste of your time?

[emet_sulk]

Sleeping.

[ Yep. ]

[quizpersona]

Sweet dreams! [Sweetly! And then not so sweetly:] Have any phobias? ...Try your best not to have any horrifying phobia-fuelled nightmares now.

[If only Nikolai had thought to reveal that he'd been talking to some murder-clown-looking guy. Ah, man, missed opportunity there.]