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[blonde_neophyte]

Can somebody please explain to me what going on? Because last time I checked, people who die don't just "come back" like nothing has happened. Especially not when they're impaled with bits of furniture. Trust me, I've studied this subject.

They're not zombies, are they?

Don't laugh! We get monsters and magic regenerating buildings every other week. Zombies are probably the next step.



Say, that guy you warned me about, uh, Kadaj? He wouldn't happen to be a skinny dude with short silver hair and a mutant looking kitten, would he?

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[riotinstereo.livejournal.com]

...

Yeah, that's him. Why?

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[blonde-neophyte.livejournal.com]

Damn.

I've met him. We spoke for a while, but he wouldn't give me his name. It was only afterwards that it occurred to me that it might be him.

He seems to know a lot about me, even though I've never seen him before. He....he also said you and the others abandoned me. I told him he was lying.

He was lying, right?

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[riotinstereo.livejournal.com]

...Of course he's lying. He's just trying to get to you. That's what he does.

How long ago was that?

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[blonde-neophyte.livejournal.com]

Oh. Right.

I'm sorry. Next time I won't be so weak in front of him.

[gunsight.livejournal.com]

It happens, in this place. It seems that there might be some kind of price paid, however.

As for zombies... [He chuckles a bit, sounding tired.] No. No, I think not.

[blonde-neophyte.livejournal.com]

What? How does that work? Does this I can jump off a building for fun and be back in time for my afternoon break?

No zombies? I'm almost disappointed. The movies make slaughtering them look like fun.

[gunsight.livejournal.com]

Not... exactly. You die, you end up in this place called the Necropolis. It resembles Nuadoria, only darker and filled with monsters. If you're lucky, one of the magisters might help you to get back. If you're not, I don't know of any other way out of there.

And as I said, it appears that there's a price to be paid, which is dangerous when the currency is souls and we don't know how the price is computed. It's not exactly a game.

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[discolors.livejournal.com]

You can't die permanently, I suppose.

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[blonde-neophyte.livejournal.com]

Who--?

Oh, it's you.

Who are you? You seem to know a lot more then you're letting on.

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[discolors.livejournal.com]

You're the girl from the casino.

[ A brief pause ]

Lal Mirch. I don't-

[blonde-neophyte.livejournal.com]

I'm a woman, thank you very much. I'm probably older than you.

Well, Mr Lal Mirch, I'm Elena. Dangerous stuff always happens here, so we'll probably end up working together some time in the future. Just thought I'd let you know.

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[discolors.livejournal.com]

I doubt that.

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[discolors.livejournal.com]

[ Mr.

Mr.? ]

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[discolors.livejournal.com]

. . . Mr?

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[blonde-neophyte.livejournal.com]

What? Aren't you--?

...

Uh oh. I did it again, didn't I? I need coffee.

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[discolors.livejournal.com]

[ a sigh. ]

I suppose you did.

[ aaaaand going to terminate that connection :|;; ]