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Autun

Autun is a dubious character of various cruel exploits, who makes his home at a place called Axis. He considers clothing horrific, and scorns anything that diminishes from the natural state of things.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Circ

Description

I. AUTUN

Name: Autun
Age: time, a variable of
Gender: male
Species: adorable
Random statistics: enjoys butterflies, hummingbirds, and group skinny dipping at night; has expensive taste; is a nudist; abhors fat, ugly things; would never eat at Taco Bell; feels hard liquor is the only cure for his fear of relationships and standing in front of an audience

Character Tier: high
Character type: critical character

Physical Description: available below
Personality Description: available below
Skills, powers and abilities: available below
Character Equipment: available below
History: available below
Initiation Training: yes


———Of Axis & Autun

Hardly so much a place as a destination, in that it changes with the passing chronon, Axis nevertheless is the embodiment of center. Necessarily, it is on an edge passing through center, like untold edges before, after, and contemporaneous of it; an edge ever-turning on a secondary locus, reminiscent to the gears of a clock. Understanding this is difficult, as it requires the abandonment of preconceptions and the acceptance a universe is really not the center of anything at all. Rather, each universe is a massive, rotating disc, the edges of which overlap and fray, and in fraying interconnect. This gives us Axis as both an idea and a place, one philosophically alluring and the other silently waiting as an ancient portal at the furthest outskirts of its respective reality. Almost assuredly, of the latter there are many.

As an idea, Axis suggests that if an entity is at the center of everything—the universe, the multiverse, the unfolding petals of reality—it interacts with the focal point, capable of accessing all that is. There it acquires the capacity to drift through the layers and awaken at the boundary of something utterly different. Axis is travel through time and reality, but not through physical space. It is also dangerous, as the physical laws governing each universe are not the same, and what may live happily within one may instantly disperse at a light breeze within another. Ah, and to return from whence one came, now that is a trick.

As a place, Axis is empty; even the planet it is on is uninhabited. Furthermore, whether it is directly at center is dubious, and overwhelmingly idyllic, but certainly near enough to allow it to demonstrate truth in symbolism. Unobtrusive, the city is built into the granite shelf of a mountain, featuring monolithic colonnades, curvaceous archways, and serpentine balustrades fashioned in the likeness of seraph, creatures both imagined and real, seasons, and landscapes. Ornate friezes top buildings, hide in walls, and even linger along the pavement, unifying to tell a mysterious story of creation. Yet it is old, and the parchment of the story worn, broken in places from the intrusion of roots and vines. Enormous trees support many walls that have since crumpled, and the wind within leaves and brambles gives the illusion of life where not even a dumb animal makes its nest.

When Autun first encountered Axis, it felt to him more a bizarre manuscript, and not a city in the slightest. After all, within the buildings were no fixtures, furnishings, or signs of occupation from ages past; no rooms dedicated to revelry, rest, cleaning, or cooking. Thus, its exploration proved a positive distraction from his first murder, excluding participation in the institutionalized infanticide of his own society. He killed to reach Axis. It was a great soul that brought him so far and, short of suicide or luck, there is no way to for him to return home. That his memories stir up an odd mixture of irony, anger, satisfaction, and sadness is no wonder, given his first decision with a consequence led him to a place where he can conceivably go anywhere.


———Of Mortals & Machinery

Cultural emphasis on the raw perfection of nature led to a romantic synergy of technology and biology, exercised to the degree that tangible augmentation to the environment was considered abhorrent and, given that, were it to fail any noninvasive inspection, such as tactile or visual, it would be disposed of like a useless laboratory prototype. This unusual discrimination encompassed all aspects of life in Autun’s world, from architecture, to living beings, to government. Even minor flaws, like birthmarks, were deemed intrinsic to the ideal, and kept as honor badges. For this reason, discussion of anatomy beyond the scope of superficial examination is mundane, and the obvious is therefore noted in that bones are lightweight and durable, musculature lithe and powerful, organs secure and resilient, intellect prompt, humors self-purifying, senses keen, and femtoscopic devices–equipped to rapidly and effectively regenerate body tissue from a distributed gene schematic–operational. Bluntly put, anything incapable of inciting a carnal reaction would be of no consequence to these people. Having conquered all else, it is their luxury to be so shallow, so animalistic; nevermind that just beneath the surface they are immense hypocrites, synthetic sans the improbable exception of a soul.

Their perfection in technology is most evident in its lack of evidence, and analysis of a multifarious system, such as the eye, can readily demonstrate this. In Autun’s, there are no distractions. Instead, one will find the exquisite design god intended when weaving life into his mother’s womb; every gold fleck and streak of viridian, cobalt, and storm in place; each inflection, tear, capillary, and twitch unadulterated. His are beautiful sponges, capable of viewing electromagnetic fields writhing around a star like a turbulent bramble in the wind, aural collisions oscillating as a ripple across a pool, ethereal tendrils tergiversating with the very emotions to which they are bound, and gravity exerting itself upon the most divergent spectrums of light. Highlighting these features is not meant to gauge the mechanical supremacy of his people, but a tremendous attention to detail and a pursuit of thrilling the senses. Science has little else to offer for those who have so utterly abandoned faith.

For them, innovation was ruthlessly obtained, and unabated conquest and pleasure invariably yielded in them a haughty scorn for morality, a ready example of which is their transit system. Perambulation is sufficient for short distances, a healthy jaunt enjoyable, but an insatiable itch for instantaneous gratification birthed a heinous method of long-distance travel sustainable in even the most liberal of societies. Spirit tagging, a slang term, utilizes the energy of a recently executed creature, for which intensity of spirit was a primary factor in efficacy, to transport an individual to a preset location. It was therefore practical to exploit a sentient, highly-evolved species, and so they turned on their own lower-class. Vast facilities were constructed to harvest early-stage fetuses and maintain vitals within genetic signature transcription capsules, which were consumed in the same manner as wax candies.

Such is the atheistic society Autun escaped from, despite all it had done to advantage him. Beyond all the decadence, he saw the emptiness, the rote, and the barbarism; a world where death usually came by way of suicide or murder, and certainly not a place dear to his heart.

[Standard] Any of Autun’s species fortunate enough to survive being thrust beyond the vaginal walls of their host can lay claim to a vast array of physical improvements, normally implemented early on in their incubation period via a series of surgeries and nano-machine injections.

    Bone Mutation[4]—genetically alters developing bone to a similar molecular configuration as nano-materials, thus reducing weight and improving durability by a factor of twelve.

    Organ Replacement[2]—internal vital organs are removed and replaced with synthetic organs, which are inherently more efficient and resistant to infection.

    Muscle Augmentation[3]—steroids and mutagens are injected into forming musculature, producing tissue that is significantly stronger and more flexible.

    Femtoscopic Repair Drones[5]—injected into the bloodstream and lymphatic system, these drones effectively neutralize viruses, repair damaged tissue, and even take over vital functions in the event of catastrophic damage. Limb replacement and danger avoidance override exceed their capabilities.

    Immune Response Synchronization[3]—a microchip dictionary of over a trillion pathogens, microbes, fungi, bacterium, ailments, diseases, infections, and so forth, and the appropriate response thereto, imprinted into the glans controlling the immune response; it can be updated at will by connecting to a virtual disease control center database.

[Improved] Those born into moderate wealth or prestige are given greater capabilities, allowing them to excel in society through improved multi-tasking and mental capacity, by which they can complete rudimentary tasks quicker and get on with the business of pleasure.

    Detailed Imaging[5]—a bio-mechanical eye replacement, able to absorb spiritual and material energy signatures and other phenomenon (see above). Behavior is similar to telescopic devices in space observatories, and it can cycle through different operational modes, zoom, categorize, photograph, and re-image.

    Neural Processor Capacity Boost[4]—an array of string-processors implanted into the brain, spinal column, and other nervous tissue that improves processing speed and allows time-sensitive data to hop instantly to the central nervous system. These processors can be linked to decrease the time required for handle complex operations.

    Supradetail Sequencing[5]—heuristics encoded into the brain that allow it to process data more efficiency and ignore the unimportant, creating dynamic filters through situational assessment algorithms capable of deciphering distractions from pertinent data. This deals strictly with sensory input.

    Spirit Tagging[7-9]—a method of long-range transportation that involves sacrificing something to utilize the released spiritual energy (see above). Spiritual vivacity of the executed party is its limiting factor. As an example, killing a butterfly would allow an individual to travel a few hundred kilometers, whereas a fully-developed human could correspond to light-years of distance.

[Advanced] Available only to law enforcement and the elite, these enhancements are for those who do not deign to wallow in manual or clerical labor, but deal in the politics and intrigue of society, or live just for revelry. Implemented during puberty through often agonizing medical procedures, they tend to sacrifice privacy and dignity in exchange for advantage and security.

    Synesthesia[3]—all senses are seamlessly combined and inter-related; sounds can take on the properties of smell and touch, and so forth. In nature, this is typically considered a hindrance, due to sensory overload, but through supradetail sequencing it acts as a blessing by exposing the greater context of events.

    Lightscribe[6]—glyphs carved into the flesh of the hands that emits a concentrated laser, which can manifest as a classical weapon, such as a sword or lance, that has within it an ultradense deflection field, causing it to behave similar to physical arms in terms of interaction, with the added observation that it is of an exceedingly high temperature.

    Hypodermic Exoskeletal Lattice[6]—a complete, genetically-engineered skin graft, indestructible to even severe falls, scrapes, and abrasions. In addition to being far more resistant to damage than normal skin, the exoskeletal lattice includes the following modifications:

      Era-Nodes[6]—pressure regulators housing femtoscopic repair drones, which allow near-instant recovery from incision and abrasion, maintain local temperature, leach ambient energy, and emit a continuous barrier capable of eliminating the munitions threat of most hand-held or land vehicle-mounted ballistic weaponry.

      Circuit Runes[7]—a subcutaneously tattooed layer of circuitry, patterned after runes, which can be triggered by neural impulses. These circuit runes invoke blueprints stored in photographic memory records and, utilizing local ambient energy and matter, construct or decompose mechanical objects.

    Baroscopic Circuitry[5]—at the onset of puberty, every hair follicle is meticulously removed and replaced with a synthetic graft of precisely the same texture and appearance, but boasting a lavish grid of capabilities, such as the following:

      Mirrorplate[6]—hairs that flatten into durable, reflective plates, capable of deflecting lasers and withstanding concussive force; also removes the underlying entity from the visual spectrum by way of light refraction and diffusion.

      Dynamic Aura Manipulation[8]—sensors and actuators tying into the metaphysical aspects of reality by way of holistic instrumentation. While normally used to obscure the host aura, they can also manipulate and mitigate ambient metaphysical energy, and invoke related phenomenon on an intimidating scale.

      Immediate Entanglement-Adjustment Array[8]—follicles that contain quantum tunneling mechanisms, which bind to nearby atomic structures, allowing the host to simulate levitation, flight, incredible speed, and short-range teleportation


———Of Passion & Appearance

Contempt.

Imagine not being able to set eyes upon a single acquaintance without having to suppress the urge to vomit, because somewhere within the convoluted, socially-engineered labyrinth of your mind, you know they are utterly despicable. Manufactured into the same polluted world as you—a civilization that contradicts the word, where nothing is sacred, private, or pure. A world of spiritual emptiness, where the soul feeds endlessly and uselessly on the refuse of carnal gratification. You have no friends, but there are those who imagine themselves such, out of reach of your trust, reveling in the pleasure of existence until they open their eyes to the emptiness of their lives and go out in a blaze of homicidal fury.

Were it not for a complex system of intelligent machines and slaves, the infrastructure of cities would collapse entirely. Nobody is dependable, nobody is selfless, nobody cares.

Laws intrinsic and vital to the stability of other cultures are, here, considered outdated. Thou shalt not kill became thou shalt not kill anyone who matters, because it is more realistic. What are considered crimes on other planets occur openly and with great applause. Rape, sodomy, incest, murder, torture, theft, slander, etceteras—just part of the experience. All one need know is who they are permitted to violate.

By his own people’s standards, and that of any Homo sapien race, Autun was perfect, as was his customary plateauing of age: athletic, bronze, with near-transparent body hair blending into his skin, maintaining focus on the subtle curvature and definition of his muscles; a mane of gold, feather-like hair wisping from his skull in random pinions, adrift between his shoulder-blades in defiance of gender conformity; glowing of youth, but exhibiting a shameless masculinity perpetually on display, above average, from the winsome grin decorating his angular jaw to the swing of his imposing sexual voracity. Autun could have had anyone or anything he wanted, simply by taking it unannounced, a privilege of birth and beauty, thus, his malice was mistaken for moodiness and self-superiority.

At first the thrill, the mania, the indulgence proved an inescapable seductress, but then Autun stepped back to observe the beauty of the world around him. Rather than overload his ample sensory organs with a disgusting flood of data, he focused on the simple, the mundane, the quiet; the kiss of a breeze, the beauty of the night, the sound of an empty forest. Science had long disproved foolishness sentiments like god, faith, and relgion, but to just wallow in the meaninglessness and follow it to the natural conclusion of living purely for visceral pleasure was unacceptable.

So he escaped, and he murdered to do so. Someone who mattered, someone he looked up to, someone whose death would make it impossible for him to return.

That is how he came to be at Axis, a planet as empty as the void in his soul, but betraying a history that could occupy him with a satisfying distraction and even lead to some form of meaning. Its beauty and complexity made his own seem hollow. It is how he came to think of himself as a corrupt pursuer of truth, though often in his travels his mind is split by what he thinks is right and the frivolous indoctrination of his past.


———Of Guns & Religion

Prior unlocking the secrets of Axis, and having shifted from community to perfect isolation, Autun fell pray to a special type of madness. Intellectually, he remained sound, acutely aware that notions such as god, faith, and soul did not exist. Yet, without grinding flesh, vilifying utterances, work, play, and drama, he began to construct an assemblage of follies to fend off his desperate loneliness. Likewise, absent social hindrances, his raw self poured out in an exhilarating deluge, initially delightful, but soon exposing an all-consuming emptiness that the distractions of his former life had obscured.

Initially, it was easy to ignore, and he pushed it aside with the sound of his own chatter, talking to himself while exploring, describing even the inconsequential details of his environment. Then it burgeoned into conversations with an unreal companion, a subconscious transition that he casually accepted, and with which he shared memories and ambitions. His shadow of the mind eventually took on tangible qualities, enough to dispel the solitude for a while, until, inevitably, long past his blurring of fiction and reality, a commonplace event exposed the shallow fabrication for what it was.

To fill the void in his mind, a greater illusion was necessary.

A need overwhelmed Autun, penetrating and debilitating, that someone or something in the universe give a damn. This obvious fault in his conditioning was initially ignored, but eventually ruminating over trivial matters failed him, and became a bitter mockery. Religion was intolerable, and even in his desperation he could not bow down to the ridiculous concepts thereof—empty promises of an afterlife, made more to goad blind sheep than enlighten the mind. Still, through the twisted mechanizations of his thought process, convoluted logic, and perverse reasoning, he rallied against common sense to draw upon a philosophy, wherein he concluded that everything he experienced was a conjuration of his own mind. This was easy enough to accept for one whose only self-observed flaw was the limitation of his imagination, and perhaps even true given the indistinct verisimilitude of universal metaphysics, yet an ideology of solipsism did not resolve his lack of omnipotence or his underlying need for acceptance, so he expanded the theory.

Were one to possess absolute control, it would deteriorate into an unendurable drudgery, so Autun granted that he had created a separate force to attend the matter. A nameless, formless, sentient being that would compel Autun to live as a mortal in a symbiotic exchange for an enduring, unconditional relationship of spiritual acceptance and an eternal soul. Having subjected himself to the will of this being, Autun was more or less content. Nevertheless, he uncovered incidents of a capricious nature for which he had no sufficient explanation, despite his growing certainty in his theory. For this, which he called ENDER, Autun ascribed a higher level of existence, beyond even his own solitary reality, and while it was not an object of worship for him it was something to be thought of with reverence and certainly awe.

Now, while Autun did not predict his heartache for a life apart from people, his survival instincts were functioning faultlessly during the hours preceding his departure for Axis, and in that time he was sure to download an arsenal capable of withstanding any situation he could conceive of encountering.

[Arsenal] Before his murderous escape, Autun made sufficient survival preparations, and downloaded the instructions for numerous combat utility devices, of which the following three are most prominent in his vast inventory. All are instantly available through the utilization of circuit runes.

Tngri, the Black Dawn[8]—a 28cm-by-1.5m (dL) combat cylinder weighing in at 513kg, with a translucent, rough, rock crystal-like composition awash with waves of cobalt-colored plasma. Accentuating its surface are a series of 3cm channels, running lengthwise from butt to muzzle, shimmering with a bronze-colored liquid that flows into a spherical whorl of energy at its terminal point. Designed to encompass the bearer’s forearm entirely, this cannon is as much a shield as an offensive weapon. Nevertheless, its impressive payload, scaling to where it can churn a mountain into dust, is hardly demonstrative of its purpose. Tngri is a terraforming, rapid abiogenesis, and spontaneous mutation device, operating on a blend of probabilistic subroutines and genetic algorithms that, loosely referencing the fossil record, can convert raw materials into insentient entities in a matter of milliseconds via coercive evolution. Powering this behemoth is an ambient energy leech, located in the midst of the weapon.

    Vashti, the Leper[7]—a 6cm-by-3.5m (dL) spear, tapering to a lethal point without undo ornamentation, seems a fairly primitive length of hornblende, although that is a dismissive assumption far from reality. This weapon is a harbinger of pestilence, swarming with symbols of decay and poverty. Like an modern enchanter’s rod, Vashti wages biological warfare, rotting organs with airborne pathogens, reducing flesh to tatters through toxic rain, and mercilessly turning the environment against her enemies.

    Asita, the Pale Rider[8]—a mecha with enough artificial intelligence to provide a reasoning, independent decision system, he adjusts his manifestation to best suit the environment and the needs of his owner. Increases in size and complexity culminate in a more devastating arsenal, including the following armaments:

      Assault[7]—a gatling array of three Firestorm cannons that morph amongst conventional 80mm munitions, free electron lasers, electromagnetic impulses, and anti-phenomenon audio-video frequency bursts.

      Annul[8]—energy neutralization siphons, that operate by searing the quantum oscillators within shift-state atoms (waves), detaching their threat from the surrounding environment and rending it inert.

      Wound[8]—a bristling exterior of blades that weave together like martial clockwork in an art known as obruo coactu, meaning, to overwhelm by force.

      Conflagrate[5]—nuclear lightbulb auxiliary offensive thrusters.

    While capable of innumerable transformations through size-shift technology, which dilutes density and matter by shifting it outside of the operating P-brane, Asita typically takes on the following forms at its owner’s discretion:

      Hover Stompers[3]—an armored hover board, complete with large, metal boots that can attach or detach via magnetic and kinetic manipulation.

      Combat Armor[6]—an arrangement of metal plates that fits over Autun like a glove, providing respiratory filtering, climate control, and protection from heavier ballistic and supernatural threats that would overwhelm his normal defenses. Within it are compartments to store smaller weaponry, such as combat knives and small projectile weapons.

      Spear Orb[8]—an massive, terrestrial and space-flight capable mechanized unit, that looks like a bizarre monochrome fractal composition more than any sort of conventional vehicle. Reaching out from a geodesic sphere are numerous shards, layered crescents, and prongs, arranged similarly to a bouquet of massive lobster tails thrown in with a crate of ridiculously large swords. This unit is, approximately, a 12m (d) geoid.

So begins...

Autun's Story

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Character Portrait: Autun Autun says,
 Fail?

The setting changes from Gambit's Bar to The Infinite Void

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#, as written by Remæus
Alighieri cackled with the roar of a thousand dying races, a terrifying scream which echoed into the depths of the void.

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#, as written by Awinita
The expanse of the void was endless, and he just wanted a beer, anything good and strong, and it didnt just matrialise out of nothing. So how to get out of the endless expanse of a rather beautiful endless flower meadow was actually rather nice. It was not often he got to really just wander a flower meadow, and as beautiful as it was, there had to be a door or a window or something.

Finally finding what looked like a door frame, with no visible door per sei, he tried going through it, like it was a opening in a fence, and promptly smacked into a door panel with a hard thud. The dragon saw he couldnt fit through the door but it was infact a door. Dust was on the ground among the beautiful flowers but he felt he should not disturb the dust, it was after all possible that someone had distributed family ashes there. And just being there made the dragon shift form to his human asize and get to his knees, bowing three times towards a nearby small pile of void dust before getting to his feet.

Turning back to the door frame he found the4 handle. But something made him halt. Where there others looking for the door that he had just found ?

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Character Portrait: Kragum Kragum says,
 Fesna?!

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Character Portrait: Fesna Fesna says,
 “ Kragum!? I ahear you, n'where you in this... darkness? ”

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Kragum followed the sound of Fesna's voice through the Infinate Void. Finally her figure faded from the darkness.

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Fesna's heart fluttered as Kragum faded through the black. A tear came to her eye as she rushed him, leaping forward for an embrace. She was confused - just moments ago they had been enjoying a flagon. Or was it moments ago?

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Kragum caught Fesna and squeezed her tight. His heart warmed to know that it was he she sought out in this strange place - though, honestly, they were just together at the bar. After a few long moments Kragum pulled away from Fesna to look her in the face the best he could in this strange lighting.

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Character Portrait: Fesna Fesna says,
 “ ...It me, Kragum. Y'know another smellin' fine as I? ”

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Kragum shook his head and tried to smile. She caught on to his suspicions. With everything that had happened back at Wanderer's Camp, could you blame him? The supernatural bit at the edges of their sanctuary and pushed the folk further into Wing City. Now...where were they?

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smack!

"What was that?!" Fesna clung to Kragum and aimed doe eyes at the noise. It sounded almost as if...someone had...hit their head?

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Character Portrait: Kragum Kragum says,
 “ I...don't know? ”

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Fesna looked at Kragum as thescent of flowers drifted from the source of the sound. She broke away from Kragum and not one step later was suddenly surrounded in an endless meadow of flowers. Her breath caught in her throat as she realized the beauty of the place, but also the infinity of it. Then, it hit her.

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Kragum must have blinked wrong. Suddenly he was in an endless flower meadow-and how did Fesna get so far away?! He would have enjoyed the scenery, if he wasn't so suspicious, and if he hand't just been drinking rum at a bar!

He waved his arms over his head to get her attention and started off towards her through the flowers.

"Fesna! Do not move!" Kragum had no idea how things worked in this strange place. He didn't like it, and he didn't want to lose her again. He charged forth and left a path of disgruntled vegetation behind him.

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Character Portrait: Fesna Fesna says,
 “ WE'RE DEAD! ”

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Kragum stopped in his tracks as Fesna's wail reached him, a chill brushing over his skin. He picked up the pace, and this time it was Kragum's turn to go in for a hug.

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Fesna embraced him back and began to weep. She wasn't ready to die! She had things to do, places to see! Remorse for wasted time hit Fesna like a ton of bricks.

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Character Portrait: Kragum Kragum says,
 “ Fesna.....hey, Fesna? Fesna!
....look over there? ”

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Fesna gave a final pitiful sob, wiped her nose on Kragum's shoulder, and looked to where he was pointing.

There was a door, and it was closing.

She didn't even think twice grabbing Kragum's hand and barreling for the door.

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Kragum let himself be dragged through the flowers, matching her speed and excitement. When they reached the door it had just clicked shut. Breathing hard, he bent over to catch up on air, and noticed a bunch of strange dust on the ground. That, too, unsettled him.