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 Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 11:30 am
“I’m trying to figure out what makes it glow like that…” she said, hardly paying attention to the content of Bitter End’s speech, “it appears to be made of - ow!”
She stared at her limb, still tingling. Carefully, she touched the tip of her hoof to the tower again, and - yes. That was where the pain was coming from.
“Interesting.”
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 11:30 am
"Did you just stub your hoof against that thing?" She said, unimpressed, curious and wary. "At least you're not dead. Yet. If we aren't already dead." She had to keep track of the possibilities.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 11:31 am
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 11:32 am
She trotted over, delicately lowered a hoof and yelped, backing away.
"If you aren't already dead, I'll kill you," she snarled, all goodwill gone with the feeling in her leg.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 11:33 am
“Isn’t that fascinating?!” And if her intention wasn’t purely to provide a first-hand experience, she was hiding it well.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 11:35 am
"No. I don't want to speed up the dying process." She stated tartly. "There are things that Kin are clearly not meant to touch and this is definitely one of them."
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 11:38 am
“Yes - but why?” she said, plainly exhilarated, “look at this: it is a tower, there are symbols, it glows, it hurts to touch. It was made to hurt when touched - why? Is it to injure? Is it to - warn? Is it not for us? Who is it for? What is it for? If I could just decipher these symbols...if I could just find a way in, a key…”
And then she was skipping around the stone, peering high and low, mouthing guesses and theories. Nothing could distract her from this now…
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2014 11:39 am
Bitter End staunchly sat down to watch her on her foolish crusade. She was not inclined to investigate things when they hurt her - it was either mope, or do away with them, and since she could not fathom how to end a glowing tower before it ended her in this strange swamp imitation, she was going to mope. If this...thing was the crux of her afterlife and punishment, she was not going to encourage it. She tucked her limbs below her and continued, instead, to contemplate the meaning of their predicament. The story continues in...WP06 - Return
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