Ylfa-- Ah. Red cloak, large eyes, large teeth? [ this should be a sufficient description. ] We are. In a sense? It's a bit complicated.
We're from the same team. Though, a few of us are missing at the moment. We are assuming, maybe hopefully, they are also not dead. That would be best, considering the impending end of the world.
I-- [ HE HAS TO THINK ABOUT THIS FIRST STATEMENT FOR A MINUTE. Scary ....... ] Don't think so? I think I'd remember. I've remembered most of my other horrible life experiences, so I don't know why I would mercifully forget one of them.
[ well. he'd rather talk about strange places. ]
Strange places, then. Well, I can start with the Lines Between, perhaps? A place between dimensions, it's this grand structure made of all the pages of stories, infinite and changing. It made me very seasick.
Well, I mean ... imagine your home. It has boundaries and edges and is, hopefully, quite well defined. And then this one, the place where we've been brought. These two places would never normally intersect, as it were.
That is the place between them. Nothingness. And, of course, everything.
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Who is Ylfa? [she thinks she might know, she's just confirming.] Are the two of you from the same world?
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We're from the same team. Though, a few of us are missing at the moment. We are assuming, maybe hopefully, they are also not dead. That would be best, considering the impending end of the world.
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[easy enough.]
... Well. You have a chance at a second chance. If they are dead, they might too.
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[ ylfa loves violent women. ]
That is the thing, we've had chances before. This isn't my first time dying.
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[ sadly, this divorced guy has never seen the inside of an ikea. ]
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[maybe he has seen the inside of an ikea and has forgotten... tragic...]
Tell me about the strange places.
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[ well. he'd rather talk about strange places. ]
Strange places, then. Well, I can start with the Lines Between, perhaps? A place between dimensions, it's this grand structure made of all the pages of stories, infinite and changing. It made me very seasick.
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The pages of stories. [huh.] What do you mean between dimensions?
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That is the place between them. Nothingness. And, of course, everything.