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[paladont]

[Dragonmail: Nadir Kahil]

I heard you're on Earth.

I know we didn't talk much, but I wanted to ask you something.


[Dragonmail: Anais Vallinar]

Do you know about players?


[Dragonmail: Iravati Savarna]

I want to talk to you about something. Can you come to Stonecaster?


[Dragonmail: Nova Kylethe]

What would you do if you found out your new Guild Leader was a player?


[Dragonmail: Heimdall]

[Addresses it, stares at the blank page for several minutes, crumples it up and throws it in the trash]


[Dragonmail: Victor Bristol]

Are you free?

Comments

[vallinar]

The concept was explained to me when I came here, yes. It was difficult to believe, naturally. It still is.

Out of curiosity, why do you ask?

[paladont]

Have you spoken with the new Spenta yet?

[vallinar]

Surprisingly, yes. He actually responded to the dragon mail I sent him explaining my whereabouts.

Savarna, forgive me, but unless you are attempting to imply that the Spenta himself was a player, I am afraid I am unsure about the connection between these two questions.

[paladont]

Yes.

He admitted to it.

[vallinar]

[there are a few false starts here, all of which have been promptly scribbled over. In the end, the only thing Anais can think of to say is]

The Spenta was a player.

[paladont]

He created Rasmus.

[vallinar]

So the entire time we were speaking to Rasmus before, we were speaking to the man who is now the Spenta who was controlling Rasmus.

[wow, this is harder to wrap her head around than she thought it would be, even though she sort of understands how the player concept works now. Still.]

Does he know?

[transfer_student]

Is your new guild leader a player.

[paladont]

Yes.

He created one of my best friends.

I found out Tuesday.

[transfer_student]

I don't think we know one another well enough for me to answer you honestly...

[Way to not be creepy Nova]

[paladont]

[. . . uh]

Would you leave the guild or stay?

[transfer_student]

...

Oh, are those the choices?

[what would he even do if he weren't an alchemist?

bake?]

I'd stay but sabotage them in any way possible.

[paladont]

[No that sounds like a really dick move, even Ravi's not that bad. He'd rather decide between cutting and running, or staying and getting used to it.]

You don't think you could learn to live with it?

[bittersaint]

Over three months now. Though I suppose you could only verify that now.

What about?

[paladont]

You were there when Helia was killed, yes? [He meant to ask about Ezra but...Nadir was the last person who saw Helia, and Ravindra somehow forgot to care at the time...]

[bittersaint]

[...]

Yes, I was. I spoke to Darius of it after.

Why do you ask?

[paladont]

She was a friend.

I should have cared at the time, but my player forgot.

[bittersaint]

[he could see that happening, yeah.]

It's possible. There's been a lot going on.

[paladont]

How bad is it there? I've only heard pieces.

[Drargon Mail: Ravindra Savarna]

[assassinot]

"Something."
Don't make it sound so intriguing.

I'll be right over.

[paladont]

[Alex's address because he can trust his sister with that]

Give me a couple hours, there's someone I want to speak with first.

[assassinot]

Oh, sure, I see how it is. Your sister is your second choice.

He'd better be cute.

The cutest.

[Missie should be able to still do that...]

Until a few hours from now.

[Drargon Mail: Ravindra Savarna]

[justabard]

[Use of real name is a lot more comforting than it should be]

I am now.

Is something up?

[paladont]

Yes. Can I come over?

[justabard]

Of course. I'll be in.