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Qassria
Anger, confusion, betrayal, these were the things that filled the young woman while she threw objects and flung the occasional icicle into the wall.
Qassria didn't know what to think when Cauladra, her mentor for the past three years since graduating from the academy, admitted that her family was so accepting of partnering with lowborn. She looked up to arch-mage, because she thought she was strong, brave, elegant, and the most intelligent woman she'd ever known, everything that someone of pure blood would be, but when she said that she herself was the product of such a diluted blood line, the princess fled in a panic.
Cauladra's family, the Everstrides, were well known for finding ancient ruins and uncovering powerful magical artifacts, along with being exceedingly adept in magic. It's said that some members were even distant relatives of the Elven royal line, which is why it was unthinkable to Qassria that there would be any impurity. She couldn't imagine a race as large and powerful as the elves tolerating any dissent in blood.
Fury burned within Qassria, because Cauladra knew how much lineage meant to her, and she felt betrayed that she kept that part hidden from her. But she was also deeply confused and conflicted, because she still thought of Cauladra as a true friend and mentor, something that a royal should never call a mu-
“Gods damn it!” She screamed in a frustrated rage, because the word itself made her ill to even associate it with someone like her teacher.
Qassria continued to scream in anger until at some point she found herself laying on her bed, crying herself late into the night.
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Cauladra
The rest of the day had slipped by as Cauladra was questioning Leo in the library. She found that her desire to pull as much out of him only reached its peak when he finally finished his research on the pantheon, which made her disappointed when he said he was going to turn in for the night.
‘A Magicless world, wondrous creations, and knowledge avail- No, focus! I need to start sorting out the problem I've created with my student. I can contemplate all of that later.’ She shook off her deep thoughts upon reaching the queen's chambers.
After being permitted to enter, she saw that Anasslia was wearing a smug expression as she sat in her small study at the corner of the room. Unlike most royalty, Anasslia didn't care much for over decadence or any kind of lavish decor, something that they both had in common, as those things always got in the way of more important work. So it's no wonder that Anasslia's chambers were sparse when it came to open space, because she made sure that all of her important documents, weapons, and other miscellaneous items that she might need were close at hand.
Her expression was grim as she took a seat in front of Anasslia's desk. “Yes, yes, you were right. He is definitely the most valuable thing that I've ever come across, but that's not why I came to talk to you.” She told her before explaining the situation with Qassria.
Anasslia looked beyond irritated, but there was a softness in her eyes. “I wish that I spent more time with her, and to have instructed her myself instead of letting a bunch of tutors fill her head with all that nonsense… I was self taught, that's why I chose to trust in the judgment of other intellectuals, a mistake that I repeated when I sent her to that gods forsaken academy.” She paused, her gaze growing distant as she leaned back in her chair. “And my mother was never one for valuing intellect over political backstabbing, it's why she eventually found a knife in hers…” She finished with a sigh.
Cauladra grimaced, knowing that she too was partly to blame, because she actively put off trying to reign in that belief. “Then what do you recommend we do about her little issue? Because I'm at a loss at where I should even start…” She inquired while slumping in her chair, because her expertise was on the magical, not changing someone's entire world view.
The selarin royal casually traced her tail on the desk in thought before answering. “Technically we already have… I've tried talking to her about it, but it's like speaking to a wall. The only other option is to just shatter that perception, and between you and Leo, I'd say that it's been a little more than cracked.”
The elf thought back to the walking wealth of barely tapped knowledge, and considered that she may have made a mistake in stopping him from going to look for her. While she might have only made things worse, he could have further broken those beliefs.
“Then I'll see if he would like to help with her in the morning, hopefully he has some experience with her type. Anyway, you said that you wanted to talk to me about something else in private?” Cauladra questioned as she brushed a stray strand of hair behind her long ears, and Anasslia's face grew exceedingly dark in response.
“Ah yes, how could I forget something so important… Tell me, what would the elves do if the dragons were ever deemed a threat?”
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Qassria
Qassria woke up the next morning feeling miserable, like her stomach was tied in knots from the torrent of emotions from the night before. She stepped into a small puddle of water when dragging herself out of bed, and glancing over her room only made the frown on her face even more pronounced. Her mood felt bitter, and she wanted something to blame for her plight, something to direct all her negative feelings towards.
She remembered the multiple talks that her mother used to have with her, regarding her belief in blood lines, but they always ended in deadlocks.
And why wouldn't they?
Her mother was just a single person with a view that she believed was fundamentally incorrect, because everything else pointed to her own being the correct one. She was a rare type of selarin that was born a royal, and the nobility and powerful families ruled over those who were lower for generations. Even the powerful dragons were noble guardians for the world's kingdoms.
But now, the nobility was eroding away without so much as a care from the other kingdoms, the dragons are traitorous scum who are secretly oppressing everyone, and an ill bred has every kingdom begging for his audience.
Her mind wouldn't take it, since every single thing seemed to start falling apart ever since-
“Him…” She breathed out as her temper started to rise once more.
The mutt from another world, a world that was entirely diluted. Everything started when he arrived, and even though she was overjoyed that the throne would gain complete control over Selaria, she hated that he seemed to ruin everything else that had been a well and right established norm. But was it right? Because she could never treat Cauladra on the same plane as Leo.
‘But wait, she's not! Even though Cauladra is not entirely…perfect… She can still be linked back to Elven royalty, a line stronger and way more powerful than any of the other races, especially when they've existed since the first era. So she still holds some true seniority over me, and more importantly that mutt.’ She rationalized as some semblance of her world started to fit back together, and she began to feel guilty that she ever thought of her beloved teacher in that way, but it soon developed into a scowl as her thoughts drifted back to the true ill bred.
Not feeling like seeing anyone for the day, she resigned to wrap herself up in her sheets while she simmered in anger toward a single person.
‘Mutt...’
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Leo
Leo had woken up with Allis and Elaria still sound asleep on either side of him, Allis having forgiven him after she heard about him having to put up with Qassria's small tantrum. He avoided telling her about possibly almost dying to a lightning bolt though, because he'd rather not make her feel worse about it after seeing her hood droop quite a bit at the news.
Cauladra was most likely just testing him, somewhat understandable when she was watching him ignore pretty destructive magic being thrown at him anyway. The incident also taught him that even with all of his power, death was still very much on the table, especially after learning what a Shattered was in the library.
While begrudgingly reading the book more thoroughly, because of his deep suspicion about the pantheon's origins, he found out that a shattered was a fallen god. What frightened him about the shattered was that the book said they were devoid of Ezekiel's gift, unaffected by magic, and could rip dragons apart with no effort. Thankfully there were only two of the things, both from the gods who fell during the era of the minor god conflict.
He flew his journal over to him to go over his notes, not wanting to disturb the two sleeping beauties as he tried to make sense of magic and its origin. ‘… If the gods are human, then that explosion was more than likely some science experiment gone wrong… Or right…? I don't see much of a down side with becoming a god, besides it going to your head. It also explains some of the generic fantasy tropes I've come across if they are the people shaping this world… But what's with the fucked ratio…? Well besides that, the main question is, what were they fucking with? Exotic energy? Quantum particles? The fabric of reality itself? And what do they want to talk to me abo-’ Allis shifting around interrupted his thoughts, her body coiling firmly around his legs as she pressed against him.
Leo turned his head to regard her with a smile. “Morning, sleep well?” He whispered, unsure if Elaria was still sleeping.
Allis smiled as she looked at him with her light brown eyes, before narrowing with irritation at the book in his hand. “Why can't you just take a day off and do nothing…?” She criticized while tightly cuddling to his arm.
The comment made him a little self conscious as he felt Elaria also hug tighter to his other side. “I second that…” She paused to yawn. “Because it seems like all you do is plan, work, and fuck…” She agreed while snuggling closer.
He raised an eyebrow at the remark. “I think that last one counts as a major stress relief.” He pointed out with a chuckle.
Allis scoffed, and glided a cool scaled hand across his chest. “Not with how often you do it. I'm fairly sure that half of your workout routine is making a mess out of the nearest eager woman.” She paused as her eyes started to fill with desire. “Which reminds me, you have missed quite a few days. Care to make up for lost time?” She finished as she rolled over on top of him.
Sending his journal back to his satchel, Leo brought her into a kiss, but the intimate moment was ruined by a knock on the door.
Allis broke the kiss and her eyes darted between him and the door. “No.” She spat before going back in for a kiss.
The knocking continued. “Hello Leo, are you there? I need your help with something important.” Cauladra called from the other side, and Leo groaned as he let his head fall back into the pillow.
The serpentine tried to coil tighter around him, but he effortlessly slipped right out with a frictionless spell. “You better come right back here after you're done.” She warned in a huff, as if he wanted to do otherwise.
The elven woman's eyes widened immensely after he opened the door, causing him to look down and realize that he was only in his boxers. “Hey, eyes up here.” He prodded in mock irritation with a snap of his fingers, but was otherwise greatly amused by the situation.
Cauladra flushed as she regained some composure, but her eyes continued to wander unrestrained. “Um, yes, Anasslia and myself need your help regarding Qassria and her ideals, and it's best that it gets done today before any more issues arise...” She trailed off while licking her lips, her eyes now focused on a particular area of his body.
A playful idea crossed his mind. “Give me a minute to get dressed.” He paused, and stepped in close to whisper. “And maybe later I can give you a private lesson on human endurance.” He proposed before stepping back from the red faced and stuttering elf, drawing out a chuckle from him as he slowly closed the door.
‘Still going to ask the gods about that fucked ratio, but damn if it's not entertaining.’
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Anasslia
Anasslia was very upset with the situation in general while Leo and Cauladra told her about her daughter's actions, as well as the fit that she threw on the training field the day before. She feared that her daughter might have ruined any chance at a marriage with all that they pulled, but his willingness to help did still spark a bit of hope.
‘Maybe I can salvage this, but I just need one bit of information first.’
Anasslia regarded Leo with a serious expression. “Why exactly do you wish to help my daughter? She's been nothing but rude, demeaning, and even tried to kill you.” She hopefully believed that maybe it was because he was interested.
The powerful summon shrugged, seemingly unfazed by the question. “She needs help, and so do you guys by the look of it. I'm not going to walk away from those in need.”
Anasslia stared unbelievingly at him, her eyes searching his for the faintest hint of deception. “That's it?” She questioned with overwhelming skepticism, and he gave another shrug in response.
‘Sairiss was right, he is a bleeding heart. The only reason I got rid of the slaves from the palace was at her insistence, and after the talks I can see why that could have soured relations greatly if I hadn't. Well, it's not like the practice is really all that great to begin with. Convenient? Yes. But it doesn't make a kingdom strong as a whole when people are permanently kept in servitude.’ She thought while making a mental note about the human's kindness for later, internally smiling as she focused on the opportunity before her.
“The blunt force method is working if that was her reaction, but it sounds like she's in a delicate situation right now, so I recommend only one of you go talk to her.” The queen paused to glance at Cauladra with a knowing look, and the elf narrowed her eyes. “Leo, would you care to assist her out of that irrational state?” She ended with a slight plea to her voice.
Leo looked visibly unsure as he glanced between the two. “Are you sure? I mean she seems to really hate my guts, wouldn't Cauladra be better? At least they know each other.”
Anasslia knew he was right, but that didn't mean that he would fail, and she was betting that it wouldn't. “I've tried talking things out with her for years, and this is the most progress that she's made, well, ever. You are the source of her turmoil, and maybe confronting you can finally cause her to overcome that storm”
The man sighed as he stretched out his arms, causing both women's eyes to wander. “Alright… I thought that I wasn't going to be this involved, but I'll go… Any tips or things that I should know?” He asked while standing up from his seat on the couch, and both women's eyes took in as much as they could before one of them commented.
“Maybe put on a shirt…”
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Leo
Leo went to go talk with Qassria after getting properly dressed, and informing Allis and Elaria of the situation. Allis was disappointed, but she knew what that mindset was like and wished him luck. Although, there was a stark difference in that Allis wasn't born into that life, so it was going to be a lot harder for him to unwind that ball of fucked.
Opening the door to Qassria's chambers, he froze, blinking a few times as he surveyed the partially destroyed room. Puddles of water littered the floor, fist sized holes dotted the walls and furniture, and scorch marks peppered virtually everywhere. He continued to gawk at the damage until his eyes fell on the bed, seeing that Qassria was balled up in the sheets.
Taking a single step forward, he was met with an icicle to the face. “Get out!” She screeched before mouthing a few words to make more floating spikes of ice, which he continued to ignore on his way to the bed, the shield he prepped effortlessly shrugging off the barrage being flung at him.
“Sorry, but you need one hell of an intervention, so we're going to talk this out like adults.” He remarked before sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I have nothing to say to low born trash, your only purpose is to serve, and you can't even do that!” She yelled in an impudent rage.
Leo cocked his head at that, since Cauladra told her the reason for her running off in the first place was due to her own lineage. “If you truly believe that every person should serve their betters, based entirely on how pure their blood is, then what about Cauladra?”
The princess's head shot out of the sheets, her face twisted in anger. “Don't you speak her name filth, she is connected to the purest, strongest, and oldest race's bloodline to exist, while you come from a world of lowborn trash! You and all those like you should be subservient to us, not trying to accommodate you! Mutt! You exist to serve us!” Her beratement was met with a blank stare, Leo being amazed at the number of hoops that she managed to jump through to get to that conclusion.
‘Damn. This is the kind of deep ceded belief that takes divine intervention to-’ He suddenly thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone, and quickly used his magic to roll the princess up completely in her blankets.
“Let me go you- mhmf!”
Her mouth was also shut with magic as he flung her out the window, before jumping out himself to go fly across the city.
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“Hey chuckle fucks! This woman is in desperate need of a reality check and I need your help explaining it to her, so I'm on my way!”
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Cauladra
Cauladra was angry that Anasslia prioritized Leo being with her daughter over her actually getting help. “Anasslia, that was the wrong choice and you know it. Why are you still stuck on getting a marriage out of him, when he is obviously against the dragons as well? He's going to help you regardless.” She accused bitterly.
The selarin queen stopped going over her documents to give her friend a harsh stare. “Please tell me that my daughter's idiocy hasn't rubbed off on you…” She remarked caustically, and Cauladra scowled in response.
Anasslia set down her documents with a sigh. “He is a summon, and what's more, he is a mortal with god level magic. Pursuing a marriage is the most logical thing to do, I thought that you of all people could discern that.” She answered pointedly.
It took a bit of effort to not sneer at the comment, because this was still the queen that she was talking to. “And so are minor gods to some extent, but why him? What's your other motive?”
The question made Anasslia glare daggers at her, and her tail twitched with annoyance. “None of your business, much like what goes on in my family. Now if you're done, I have to finish writing these letters.” She remarked as if it was a threat, and Cauladra stormed off before she said something that she would regret.
The arch-mage considered Anasslia a friend, at least when it came to anything that woman didn't want to use to further her own power. She had many arguments with the queen in the past about using her artifacts as bargaining chips, trying to bribe nobility for more authority or to use them as weapons against potential opposition. She had overlooked such behavior as just a byproduct of their situation, but using their own daughter like that was the last straw.
‘Damn power hungry royals! I'm dropping my contract after Qassria is helped! I'm sick of her twisting things into a weapon for her to use! I should tell Leo abou-’
The thought cut short, and her face flushed when a certain image of him flashed across her mind.
“I wonder if Telnar is in need of another arch-mage?”
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Leo
After flying for a few minutes over the area of the city that Cauladra told him about, Leo spotted a brick building with twelve large pillars out front.
‘Yup, that'd be it.’ He thought before landing in front with his unwilling companion.
When he let go of the spell restricting Qassria, he was assaulted with insult after insult, and he resorted to shutting her up again to get a word in. “You hate me, I get it! But if you stay calm on this little trip, then I promise that I'll leave you alone for my entire stay at the capital, deal?” He offered with an outstretched hand.
The selarin narrowed her pitch black eyes at him, before sneering when she took his hand to shake, and he released the spell with a smile. “See? Not so hard. To be honest I don't know why you're this mad at me to begin with.” He stated with a genuine loss as to the reason.
“You abducted me in my nightgown, you mutt.” Qassria retorted hatefully while she wrapped the bed sheet around her to better move around in.
The comment made him feel like a massive asshole. “Ah, uh… Sorry?” He apologized weakly, which only seemed to piss her off even more.
Pushing down that feeling, he led her into the city's temple, and the interior was one large empty hall with pillars on each side. The hall led straight to a large door at the far end, but before they could continue on they were stopped by a selarin dressed in white robes, slightly adorned like they were from a certain videogame.
“Welcome, your grace, and vaunted summon Leo. What brings you to the temple?” She addressed the two, which unsettled him with their vaguely sisterhood getup.
“I'm here to speak with the pantheon.” He answered, and Qassria scoffed.
“Ah, that explains why the seats have occasionally lit up these past few days. Apologies, but we will have to get Thorin's permission to use the chambers… He is the resident minor god...” She ended with a sour tone before the both of them were led down a smaller corridor into a large room.
Leo's senses were assailed by an overwhelming stench of alcohol as they entered a large chamber, and he couldn't help but gawk for a moment at the stacks of kegs that lined the walls. Small puddles formed everywhere as the barrels were cracked open, what was left of their contents spilling onto the floor. In the middle of the room was a long table with piles of empty bottles all around it, and a dozed off dwarf that smelled like the direct source of all the liquid poison in the room.
‘Well… This will be interesting…’ He thought as he and the princess carefully stepped over the discarded bottles and pools of wasted drink.
The priestess picked up a bottle, walked around the table, and bashed it against the man's head. “Fuckin hell woman! I have enough of a headache already!” He shouted in pain while he rubbed the back of his head.
The Dwarf was four feet tall, very bulky, had a long bushy orange beard, was completely bald, and had light brown eyes. Unlike the dwarves he'd seen before, this one was a lot hairier, and very unkempt. His clothing was just a simple dress shirt with slacks, which seemed very out of place with the medieval fantasy clothing that the human had seen up until this point.
Tossing the shattered bottle hilt, the priestess gestured a hand to the dwarf. “May I shamefully introduce Thorin Redcloak.”
“Aye, and fuck you too. Now what's this all abo-” Thorin's words cut short as he squinted at Leo, then looked back to the priestess. “Oi, either you hit me harder than I care to admit, or I need to take a day to detox. Because this funny looking dryad almost looks like a human.” He remarked with a deep bellied laugh.
“Uh, actually I am.” Leo corrected, and Thorin's jovial attitude slowly fell away as he looked more carefully at him.
Awkward silence accompanied the near horrified expression that the dwarf wore while staring directly at the human.
“Nope.” The little bald man said before getting out of his chair and casually heading for the door.
The priestess nearly tripped over a bottle to block his way. “Where do you think you're going? You need to do your duty.” She scolded the man, who looked completely unfazed.
“Duty!? Listen here lass, my duty ended the moment that god forsaken thing entered this temple. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to find a nice rock to hide under for the next era or two.” He paused to look back at Leo. “Unless it decides to blow that up too.” He finished while attempting to walk around the selarin.
The priestess stepped in front of him, and Leo felt a bit of magic before she was lifted into the air. “Well I hear by name you head of this temple, do whatever the hell you wa- NO!” Thorin yelled as his head swiveled around at something he could only see.
“Of course all of you fuckers are here! - No I will not! - Don't you dare threaten my alcohol! - Go fuck yourself Eugene, I got enough of your shit during the second era! - Gah, fine!” Thorin's conversation with the pantheon ended as he turned to Leo with a look of complete dejection. “Follow me…” He said in a dead tone.
‘I have so many questions…’
Thorin led them all back out into the hall and toward the large doors at the end of the main hall, and he lazily raised a hand to open the very heavy looking doors with magic.
‘Well that confirms it, he definitely knows what gravity is and how to use it.’ He mentally noted to avoid getting into a fight with a minor god.
When they all entered the massive circular chamber, Leo saw that twelve large metal thrones with each of the pantheon's names were engraved into the base. Lights floated above eleven of the seats as they surrounded a thick glass box that had hundreds of runes all over the bottom of it.
“One at a time please. The damn thing is finicky about multiple people using it.” Thorin remarked with a grumble.
Leo glanced at Qassria, whose gaze was fixed on the lights above the seats before she turned to meet his eyes. “You… You weren't lying…” She trailed off disbelievingly.
“Eh, don't blame you for thinking I did, it's why I didn't tell you that the gods are probably human.” Leo remarked to the visible shock of both her and the priestess, while Thorin facepalmed, hard.
The summon furrowed his brow at the minor god's and priestess's reaction. ‘Wait, does the church not know?’ Was his last thought as the glass door slid shut behind him.
The glass started to glow faintly, and misty blue figures appeared on nearly all of the thrones.
“Uh… Hi?” Leo greeted hesitantly, because they were all just staring at him in silence.
Jack started laughing : A promise that lasted five whole eras, ruined in less than five seconds. Fucking beautiful!
Everyone else sighed and groaned as Jack's form nearly fell out of his seat.
Eugene : Any chance that you can contain this Astrid?
Astrid : She left the moment the door to the box closed... I could ask Thorin to stop her, but we're on his shit list at the moment so I don't think he gives any fucks about it.
Mawusi : For context Leo, you just fucked up a deal we made with the last guy to keep most of the races from worshiping humans. He really hated that it was happening, but ironically the race that he liberated started worshiping him after he died.
Eugene : Well it's technically wrong, since we're not human anymore.
Elsie : Just because you're all edgy about losing your humanity, doesn't mean the rest of us have given up on it.
Mikhail : You two start again and I'm muting you both.
Eugene : Bitch.
Elsie : Cuck.
Mikhail : Anyway! You probably have a lot of questions, so let's get that out of the way before we get to why we wanted to talk with you.
“Okay, you pretty much answered my human question… So what's mana?”
Eugene : Nope, next question.
Chad : Come on, there shouldn't be that much harm in telling him. I mean we told the last guy, and this one seems pretty chill.
‘Oh…?’
Eugene : We told him so he could help us close a demonic hell portal that led to another dimension.
Robert : Well he could help us too…
James : I don't know… I still get second era flash backs…
Mikhail : Lets just put all his questions to a vote and move on.
Lee : What about Ezekiel?
Mawusi shrugged : Probably worked out when he needs to show up, or not. He's in the middle of magical maintenance.
A moment later seven of the lights above the thrones shined red, while the others turned green.
Mawusi : See.
Chad : Tuff luck little man…
‘This is so dumb…’ Leo thought irritably.
“Mind telling me how you all fucked up and turned yourselves into blueberry flavored vape?”
All the lights instantly turned red.
“Do you know what started the whole cold war that's going on between the dwarves and elves?
Eight of the lights turned red.
Chad : Too bad little man, not that we were entirely sure on the how's anyway.
‘Not omnipotent then, good to know.’
“Did any of the eras reach the level of space travel?”
Ten of the lights turned green.
Mikhail : Yup, the era of progress. Didn't make it out of the system though, but was nearly there…
Astrid : Sad too, nearly made it pass the-
*Static noise*
Mikhail : Sorry Astrid, didn't vote on that.
Astrid : My bad.
‘So something's out there in space, possibly confining them to the system… Wait.’
“What was the level of space travel of humanity when you were all human?”
All of the lights went red.
“Thanks for the confirmation, I'm guessing that you're definitely above faster than light.”
Jack : Ha! Sly bastard!
Mikhail : Pull that again and we're done answering questions. Got it?
“Crystal. So what's with the whole fucked sex ratios?”
All the lights went green.
Mikhail : Sara, Elsie?
Elsie : Men would spend more time fucking.
Sara : Yup, we get really bored, and frustrated. We…just like to watch…
‘Something tells me that I'm going to have two very attentive spectators from now on...’
“Fair enough… But then why give men low stamina? Seems counter intuitive..”
Both Sara and Elsie grumbled as their forms turned to Eugene, and all the lights turned green.
Eugene : They lost a bet. And even though Sara is the goddess of fertility, I decide the rates of the races.
Sara : Dick…
Eugene : Hey, I'll stop when you all stop making every race a fantasy trope with tits.
Elsie : Dick...
“Huh… So what exactly is a Shattered?”
This time they took a while to vote on it, and eight of the lights turned green.
Mikhail : Mawusi?
Mawusi sighed : During the second era we were very… Open with our knowledge. This led to a revolt, and at some point two of us decided to force themselves to materialize. The mana became very unstable, and resulted in something truly horrific...
James : We really recommend that you avoid those things. No spells work on them at all. Trust us, we put one of the damn things in a black hole for a week.
Robert : Ah speaking of permanent objects, stop dematerializing things! That dust that gets left over isn't just dust! It's matter, and before you ask what kind, we don't know. The stuff is pretty much indestructible and is unaffected by everything once created. Can't burn, crush, vaporize, freeze, or even make it a solid. I'm also pretty sure that it doesn't decay at all, which means it will outlast the universe. So please stop doing that.
‘Oh… I was making the worst litter in existence…’
“Will do, or won't… Well, that's all the important questions that I wanted to ask. I would question your morals with the state of the world, but with how long you've been around, that sort of explains itself.”
Mikhail : Okay then, I guess I'll open up the floor for everyone else.
Leo spent a while answering questions about himself and the time period he was from. They were interested in the differences in history, like how their world war two took three bombs to get japan to surrender, and how they switched from fossil fuels to renewable around the eighties. They also said that if their timelines were so similar, then possible faster than light travel would have been worked out only a few decades after the discovery of a few rare minerals on the moon.
Mikhail : Well if that's the last question, then I would like to discuss why we wanted to see you. The truth is that we did fuck up an experiment, and we're stuck like this. Now most of us wouldn't care about our current situation, but we need a favor from you. And we won't say any more about it until you agr-
“Nope, don't like cryptic bullshit. You either tell me up front or don't bother asking.”
A green light appeared above Mikhail, but every other light became red.
Eugene : Not happening.
Chad : Sorry bro, got left high and dry too many times.
Sara : Let go of the first human I get to watch in hundreds of thousands of years? Nope.
Elsie : I'm with Sara.
Mawusi : Don't want a repeat of history.
Robert : The last guy royally fucked the tectonics…
James : And punched an annoyingly large hole in the ozone.
Lee : Agree with James and Rob, though I'm more interested in his romance.
Jack : He's bound to do some more funny shit, not passing that up on a wish and a prayer.
Astrid : Want to see some warfare with guns again. I'm sick of the magical setting we're stuck in.
Mikhail : Seriously!? We might not get another chance, and you're all sticking with that!?
Eugene : Ezekiel said he'd be done in another half a million years. So I don't care either way, it's just the telling him everything part that I have a problem with.
Mikhail : You know what, I'm done! Moderate yourselves!
Mikhail's form disappeared, and a moment later nearly everyone else left until only two remained.
Sara : We'd like to speak with your little friend outside if you don't mind.
Elsie : Yeah, just send her in and we'll set her straight for you.
‘Qassria! I almost forgot about her!’ Leo stepped out of the box and quickly pushed Qassria in, and Thorin walked up to him with a disappointed expression just as the door closed.
“You do realize who you sent her in there to talk to… Right?” The dwarf pointed out a little too late, and Leo could just watch as Qassria went through multiple levels of shock over the course of half an hour, before she became completely flushed red when the two remaining lights disappeared.
Qassria stepped out of the box, looked at Leo with deep apprehension, appeared to steel herself, then finally stomped toward him with a look of determination. “Mutt, I am going to fuck you.” She stated with a certainty that made his jaw drop.
‘They're worse than Elaria!’
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