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Who did such a thing?

Fuckin' Shadow. Small guy. Black n' red. Been absent for a hot minute for...whatever reasons. Can't imagine he's dead, he's too chock-full of bullshit power for that.

Oh, the grumpier of the two? I met him before.

It does not surprise me that it should be him.

Tried to make me his fuckin' toady or some shit, shovin' all these damn tasks on me. [she huffs.] Dropped me from a death-height, too. Like I didn't have enough problems, y'know?

And yet...problems worse'n that keep croppin' up, so he may as well do me a fuckin' solid and clean some of this shit up.

He may yet return, as others have.

Have they? Like, for real? Where do they go? Is there like...a jail under the jail?

Back to their place and time, supposedly.

[????]

Why?

Why get zapped back and then...yanked back here? What the fuck for? Like, tactically speaking.

Oh, I would love to know that as well.

[ Especially considering Joshua's circumstances. ]

How anyone believes there's logic to this shit is... [there's a dull thump, then a grunting noise. ow.

exhale.] Whatever. Bitching about it's pointless. Who cares.

It all is more than a little mad, isn't it?

It'd be easier to fuckin' figure that out if we had more than a spec of reliable information, but. Whatever. Not gonna get it in this hellhole! Need to--oh. Hey. How's your uh...you know shit about plants at all, by chance?

I know a little, since I've experience with foraging and have taken up gardening in this place. What do you need?

I need to find some more yaoupon holly. Runnin' low. Good excuse to get the fuck outta the castle.

Very well, I can accompany you. Any opportunity to get away from the more populous areas is welcome.

[a long pause.]

Okay.

Okay, fine. Just don't-- get all tiny and turn into stone or whatever and make it my fuckin' fault. Right?

That shall not be a concern.

Okay. Well. I...Iiiii don't remember where the hell your room is so, uh. Meet youuuuu uhhh...sssssomewhere... Uhhh. Fuckin'.... Outside... uh... northish? Yeah?

There is a flowering tree near the north gate. I can meet you there.

[like trying to convince herself:] Okay. Yeah. Okay. Okayokayokay. I can--yeah. I'll...yeah. Do that.

Will you be all right getting there?

What? Yeah! Yeah, it's fine. I'm, I can get around just fine, y'know? I'm sneaky.

I've no doubt you're better at it than I am.

[ But then, he's the Light Guy™. ]

[because she's the fucking skulker and he's the light guy. in either case, he gets a muttered noise that's neither question nor answer as she starts on her way to orient herself, find north, and find that exit.

...she hopes north is normal here.]

[ He'll also hope north is normal here, since his sense of direction is usually good.

What she'll find near that tree, if she looks at its branches, is a dragon around the size of a bat perched on one of the lowest ones.

...Bearing in mind his wings are goofily large compared to his body, of course. Batlike body, big honker wings. Just a little steel-colored guy with a long tail that ends in a point that looks like a spearhead. ]