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Lan began to think of how to punch Mengyao for max damage to his face.

Stupid man falling into a coma and making everyone worry.

d**k.

Tables hated her. They really did. By the end of this her hip was going to be bruised.

Candace supposed while she was on the floor under the table she might as well check out the grooves some more.

Yup.

((enter))

Entering the room made him lose his senses once more. Bastion was getting pretty sick of how this tower kept stealing the things he needed to survive. Any minute it was going to steal his breath, or his heartbeat, or his blood. He put his hands up and started to feel around, bumping helplessly into others in the room and attempting to apologize without any real ability to do so.

He felt the hum of metal under his fingertips. He followed it, all the way to its base, and felt raised bumps - no, letters, perhaps. He followed them with his finger, and tried to remember each one as he felt them. C.. A.. on and on it went until he had many jumbled letters and only a few seconds to decipher them. Callmytruename. It wasn't hard to pull them apart, but when he did, he clenched his fists in anger.

Why would it ask him to CALL IT anything when it had taken away his VOICE!

He slammed his hand down on the chair, and then moved to sit in it. This would be its real name, until he could figure out how to speak. Its real name was his a**.

The feeling of others present, suddenly aggravated and ready to cut down others, made his present situation a little more worrisome. He had to find a way to call the Voice by its true name, but he had absolutely no idea what that true name was. After all, it had never shown itself, and all it kept talking about was how it was seeking the one true king. If it sought the one true king so bad, why didn't it just go out and find it!

His butt hummed with warmth. The words were engraved right below it. He shook his head, lifting one hand and swiping his fingers into the air. Just a stupid answer, for a stupid man. After all, there was only one true name for the damn thing he was sitting on. It was just another Seat.

((oopse forgot dice))

Okay, Rosy was starting to wonder if she just needed to step away from the pillar. And so she did, a good couple of steps.

She had remained beside the shorter pillar for what seemed like ages in silent contemplation, not exactly sure what she was meant to do next. This was out of her depth, and not something she was precisely good at. Give her a battle, give her an armory, give her expansive skies and her wings back. But riddles? No, you could keep those.

Still, eventually she began to step away, fingers trailing back, touching the pillar until she no longer could. She was about to take another step when she felt something brush against her, then press up against her. Hands, touching her, feeling. She stood stone still, her breath caught in her throat, cheeks flushing though thankfully nobody could see. She wanted to screech, wanted to turn and slap whoever it was, but what would be the point when she was completely blind to her target?

Eventually the hands left her, and she relaxed, moving slowly away, feet sliding along the floor but never lifting them fully. Eventually she came to a ridge, and she bent down to feel along that as well.

Stairs? But where did they lead....? She began to climb them, moving on all fours.

And not finding a damn thing.