Maidens of the Kaleidoscope
~Beyond the Border~ => Rumia's Party Games => Topic started by: Spidere on June 11, 2013, 04:25:55 AM
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>You find yourself awakening on what feels like jagged rock. Your head is pounding like mad as you try to process where you are or what is going on.
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> First and foremost, you cannot see a thing. The location is in utter darkness. You scrounge around at the ground, trying to feel your way around the location. You have utterly no idea how you ended up in such a strange place. Struggling to your feet, you notice how sore your whole body is.
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>After some testing steps ahead in the blackness, you feel a small sack at your waist. You dig inside for something that might help. You locate a small stick which glows with a miniscule green light. You shrug it off, as any light is better than nothing.
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>With your newfound vision, you wander forward blindly, struggling to find your way around with the pitiful light of the glowing stick. You smack headfirst into a wall, and notice a shiny surface. Peering into it, you make out your reflection.
(How does this character appear in the mirror? Are they male, or female? What are some notable features they have?)
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>We have to look down to see this mirror, because our hugeness is off the chain. Or rather, we're hella giant.
>Also, female. And an rather handsome one at that, with nice green hair.
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Purvis, I do not quite comprehend your tendency towards gigantification.
>We have to look down to see this mirror, because our hugeness is off the chain. Or rather, we're hella giant.
> On the contrary, we are dwarfed by the mirror. Our stature is disappointingly diminutive.
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> We are a male of above average height with a beard and a mustache. In spite of our Scottish accent, we are known as "the Spaniard".
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>We have to look up at the mirror because we are located on the ceiling, as always. We never really got the hang of gravity.
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> On the contrary, we are dwarfed by the mirror. Our stature is disappointingly diminutive.
>We have to look down to see this mirror, because our hugeness is off the chain. Or rather, we're hella giant.
>Also, female. And an rather handsome one at that, with nice green hair.
>You fluff up some attractive green hair. At least, you're fairly sure it's green hair. It might just be the glowing stick, after all.
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>You try to discern your height, but no matter how much you try, you can't seem to get anything concrete. The mirror-surface is about eye-level, and there's nothing to base your height on otherwise. You still, however, take the time to muse on the fantasy of being a giant.
>We have to look up at the mirror because we are located on the ceiling, as always. We never really got the hang of gravity.
>What if you aren't even on the floor at all?! The sudden realization makes you gasp.
>You shake your head and try to get the terrifying thought away. There's no time for paranoia!
> We are a male of above average height with a beard and a mustache. In spite of our Scottish accent, we are known as "the Spaniard".
>What on earth is Scottish? Or Spaniard? The words that pop into your head make no sense to you.
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>After discovering your hair, you find yourself at another crossroads: You are still unsure as to the details of your gender. You'd rather not have to grab your crotch, as it'd be very rude. But it appears to be your only option.
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>Make sure nobody is around, then stealthily look down your pants.
>You are wearing pants, right?
>...right?
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>Well if we aren't a guy for some reason, we should shave off this facial hair before people start mistaking us for one
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>Check chest for the usual growths.
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> We're allowed to decide our gender regardless of our sex! Are we not part of an enlightened society? Are we not entitled to the comfort of our own body? People of the world!
> We are a dude, by the way.
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>Make sure nobody is around, then stealthily look down your pants.
>You are wearing pants, right?
>...right?
>Well if we aren't a guy for some reason, we should shave off this facial hair before people start mistaking us for one
> We're allowed to decide our gender regardless of our sex! Are we not part of an enlightened society? Are we not entitled to the comfort of our own body? People of the world!
> We are a dude, by the way.
> You carefully peer down your pants, as stealthily as possible.
> Yes, definitely of the male variety.
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> It strikes you to check what you're actually wearing. You note the well-made cloth trousers of a dark blue, and a coat that drops down to above your knees. You feel the undershirt you have on underneath, noting it's material as a fine cotton, likely pre-shrunk. There continues to be a small sack on your belt.
> ...You kinda look a bit like a bum, honestly.
>Check chest for the usual growths.
> You grab your chest. You discover two finely crafted nipples underneath your clothes.
> After discovering your slightly homely appearance, you realize you should look for some sort of exit. Your stomach growls a bit at you.
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> Is there anything behind the mirror, or is it affixed to a wall?
> If there is a wall, follow it. It should curve to an exit eventually. Probably. Maybe.
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> Is there anything behind the mirror, or is it affixed to a wall?
> If there is a wall, follow it. It should curve to an exit eventually. Probably. Maybe.
> The "mirror" is actually just a very reflective surface on the wall. It doesn't even seem to be glass...
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> You follow the wall, and, as expected, it curves into a black door. You slide a finger along it to discern if it's made of metal, and find it a very odd feeling material. It's very warm to the touch.
> Upon closer inspection, you find there's no way to look through it, nor is there light coming through any of it's edges.
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>Knock on the door. Three times.
>Then kick the door open and dive roll into action!
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>Knock on the door. Three times.
>Then kick the door open and dive roll into action!
> You gently knock exactly three times before kicking the door with all of your might! It flies open and you dive roll in.
> You tumble into a well-lit room, sliding slightly on the smooth rock underneath you as you finish.
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> Your slide throws you off an edge. You turn yourself around and grab the edge with one hand, not missing a beat.
> You are now afflicted with HANGING FOR POTENTIALLY DEAR LIFE.
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>Look straight down below us.
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>Look straight down below us.
> If this reveals that we are hanging for dear life, then PULL UP PULL UP PULL UP
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> If this reveals that we are hanging for dear life, then PULL UP PULL UP PULL UP
>Look straight down below us.
> You look down below you, finding magma and flaming rocks a far distance below.
> You scramble back up onto the ledge.
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> While catching your breath, you look around the room. There are torches hung on the walls, with additional light being provided by the flames below. You look around the room.
> The area itself is structured out of rock, with a thin, dangerous pathway leading across the chasm you nearly hurled yourself into. The rest of the room is uneventful. There is a door identical to the one you entered the room in at the end of the pathway.
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>cross the chasm as carefully and quickly as you can without getting to know flaming rocks and magma through close contact
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>Scratch our nose.
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>cross the chasm as carefully and quickly as you can without getting to know flaming rocks and magma through close contact
> You run across the chasm, managing to make it to the other side safely.
>Scratch our nose.
> You scratch your nose. Every great feat deserves a reward, after all.
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>Kick down the door with our foot.
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>Kick down the door with our foot.
> You hammer the door with your foot. It holds fast and you almost fall backwards to your death.
> Thankfully, you manage to restore your balance in time.
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> You note a tiny latch on the door.
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>knock. Two times.
>Use the latch to open the door, if possible.
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>knock. Two times.
>Use the latch to open the door, if possible.
> You knock twice, putting a tiny bit of sass in your stance.
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> After confirming no one is going to answer, you gently pull open the door using it's latch. You waltz on through.
> You find yourself on a massive rock cliffside, still (presumably) underground. Below, you find a village filled with tiny huts made of bones, stones, and other indecipherable materials. Hundreds of people rush to and from a grand castle, the ones going carrying chests and bags, and the ones coming back being empty-handed. There are fires scattered around the entire area.
> The ceiling of the area is at least four stories high.
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>is there anything noteworthy about the
insignificant peasants people below?
>Come to think of it, is there anything noteworthy about ourself?
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> Do the people down there seem hostile? Can they see us from up here?
> By the way, what's in our bag anyway, aside from the glowstick?
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>is there anything noteworthy about the insignificant peasants people below?
>Come to think of it, is there anything noteworthy about ourself?
> You can't make out anything concrete from this far away.
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> You quickly think about yourself. You can't think of much noteworthy right now, other than your naturally green facial hair.
> Do the people down there seem hostile? Can they see us from up here?
> By the way, what's in our bag anyway, aside from the glowstick?
> You are uncertain if they're hostile. They appear to be completely focused on their task at hand, however.
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> You dig in your bag for anything noteworthy. You find:
> Leather Book, Rock.
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> Anything notable about the rock?
> Read leather book.
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> Anything notable about the rock?
> Read leather book.
> It is a rock.
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> You flip through the leather book. Almost every page is completely blank, it seems.
> You notice a single page with a drawing of a weird circle, containing other shapes and characters inside of it. You really don't understand any of it.
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>Wait, do we even know how to read?
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> Experiment properties of circle by touching it
> If it does nothing then put your items back in the bag
> Try and find a way down to the settlement
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>Wait, do we even know how to read?
> Of course you know how to read! You know for certain you can still speak proper English.
> Experiment properties of circle by touching it
> If it does nothing then put your items back in the bag
> Try and find a way down to the settlement
> You touch the circle. Nothing happens.
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> You put the stuff back into your bag, shrugging them off as useless for now.
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> The only way down is climbing down the cliff. You could probably do it with some effort.
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>Well, what are we waiting for? Climb down the cliff!
>Carefully. Falling is bad.
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>Well, what are we waiting for? Climb down the cliff!
>Carefully. Falling is bad.
> You begin to climb down the cliff, but almost slip to your death. It occurs to you to climb down slowly and carefully.
> After a long climb, you reach the bottom. What do you do now?
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> Now that we're down, let's give the residents and town a closer look!
> ...Preferably from a hidden place, in case they're not so friendly.
> Also, since we were hungry earlier, is there anything of nourishment nearby (that doesn't require stealing)?
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> Now that we're down, let's give the residents and town a closer look!
> ...Preferably from a hidden place, in case they're not so friendly.
> Also, since we were hungry earlier, is there anything of nourishment nearby (that doesn't require stealing)?
> You look around, giving the people a good look at a safe distance. They seem to all be burned rather horribly...
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> You check the area, searching for nourishment. Unless you plan on eating rock, you appear to be out of luck.
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>Burns are bad. Maybe we should avoid them.
>...but the castle looks cool, right? Let's investigate it!
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>Burns are bad. Maybe we should avoid them.
>...but the castle looks cool, right? Let's investigate it!
> You decide that burns are not very nice things. You make a mental note to avoid them.
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> The castle looks great! You slink closer to the castle to get a good look.
> It appears to be made entirely of precious jewels. Jeez. Every imaginable piece of luxury decor is mounted on it somewhere.
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> Any guards in or around the castle?
> The residents were carrying stuff inside the castle. Maybe you can pass off as one of the residents by covering your head with your coat and sneak in?
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> Any guards in or around the castle?
> The residents were carrying stuff inside the castle. Maybe you can pass off as one of the residents by covering your head with your coat and sneak in?
> There's too many people around to really see.
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> You put your coat over your head like a complete moron, sprinting into the castle with everyone else.
> The interior of the castle is grand, filled with cabinets full of treasures, with gems and extravagant paintings lining the halls.. You pass by dozens of different hallways, but they are all barred off with various methods, forcing to stay within the giant group of the burned villagers.
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> Keep following the group until we reach the end.
> Do the people look like they would understand our language?
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> Keep following the group until we reach the end.
> Do the people look like they would understand our language?
> The group barely even looks alive, let alone able to understand you.
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> You continue down the halls until you reach a vast throne room, supported by ivory pillars. The decor only grows even more profound in this chamber.
> However, you don't pay much mind to it, as your attention is immediately grabbed by the gargantuan piles of riches and treasures placed into a hoard behind the throne, which seats one awfully pretty young woman. She hardly reacts as you draw near, merely raising her hand, obliterating all of the people around you with bolts of red lightning. The thinned crowd behind you flees with terror , leaving you alone with a clearly magical ruler of some sort, and her slightly imposing hoard of goodies.
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> The woman is wearing a rather frilly gown of a bright pink, clashing with her deep blue hair, which also appears to extend past her legs. Her eyeballs are completely black.
> "You are neither dead nor dying. Why are you here?"
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>Keep it cool, you. It's just...lightning. Real lightning.
>"Ooo, aren't you just the imposing type? I would like the answer to that question myself!"
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>Keep it cool, you. It's just...lightning. Real lightning.
>"Ooo, aren't you just the imposing type? I would like the answer to that question myself!"
> You take a deep breath, suck in your chest, and do your best to keep it together.
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> She seems shocked by your statement. You notice a flash of emotion pass over her face.
> "I'm afraid you have no right to be asking questions, mortal."
> She raises her palm, preparing to zap you with something.
> "Let's make this simple. I will ask a question, and you will answer it. Fail to answer it, and you will die."
> Her palm crackles with a bit of electricity.
> "What is your name?"
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> Oh crap. You don't have a name! How do you introduce yourself?! You can't just say you don't have one!
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>Keep cool. Keep cool. We got this... we just need to come up with one!
>"My, but it's rude to ask for someone's name without offering your own! But, you may call me Gryphon. Griff if you like to be familiar."
>Polite waist bow.
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That is a very nice name, actually.
> Also, dead, dying? Just where are we?
> Ponder what happens to the dead when they die again, as just happened to the crowd people.
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>Keep cool. Keep cool. We got this... we just need to come up with one!
>"My, but it's rude to ask for someone's name without offering your own! But, you may call me Gryphon. Griff if you like to be familiar."
>Polite waist bow.
> You desperately hold in a sweatdrop.
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> "Well then, 'Griff,' next question: Do you do favours?"
> A sinister grin crosses her face.
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>Well, that's the first test passed!
>"Oh my, you really are quite the forward one. And I still haven't gotten your name."
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>Well, that's the first test passed!
>"Oh my, you really are quite the forward one. And I still haven't gotten your name."
> You give yourself a mental high-five. Good job!
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> She grins.
> "You don't need my name. If you knew who I was, you would turn and run as fast as your human legs would take you. So, I ask again: Can you do a simple favour? I can tell you're rather lost down here."
> The woman leans back in her throne, bringing her arms back to their rests.
> "If you help me, perhaps I can help you, and get you out of here."
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> "Sounds fetching. What exactly do you require of me though?"
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> "Sounds fetching. What exactly do you require of me though?"
> "I need you to go and kill a monster for me."
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>Do we feel we have any ability at all to deal with monsters?
>"Mmm, It must be quite the monster to give someone of your caliber pause, mustn't it?"
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>Do we feel we have any ability at all to deal with monsters?
>"Mmm, It must be quite the monster to give someone of your caliber pause, mustn't it?"
> You're fairly sure you'd be completely screwed.
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> "No, I'm merely hindered by a few minor details, you see."
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>"Mmm, I say potato, you say potahto. Do tell me about this monster, I am interested."
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>"Also, no binding contracts or anything until I get more information."
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>"Mmm, I say potato, you say potahto. Do tell me about this monster, I am interested."
> "Well, it's nothing special. Just a fat and aging dragon."
>"Also, no binding contracts or anything until I get more information."
> "Oh no, a binding contract would ruin this whole affair!"
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>"Do try not to spare me the details! I'm rather in suspense, you know!"
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> "Do we get any appropriate equipment for this thrilling endeavor?"
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>"Forgive my forwardness, but 'minor details'? For a woman held upon such a high mantle that many run at your mere prescence, 'minor details' to you would most likely be the difference between my success and failure. And I'm willing to guess you want this dragon out of your hair sooner than later, right?"
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Remember yalls. We are fabulous and we are camp as shit. Be fabulous, already it has worked in our favor!
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>"Do try not to spare me the details! I'm rather in suspense, you know!"
> "There's hardly any details to spare. Run into a cavern and murder a sickly old dragon, and I take time out of my busy schedule to help you."
> "Do we get any appropriate equipment for this thrilling endeavor?"
> "I'm certain that someone with so much cyan around them will figure it out."
> You really don't get what she's saying.
>"Forgive my forwardness, but 'minor details'? For a woman held upon such a high mantle that many run at your mere prescence, 'minor details' to you would most likely be the difference between my success and failure. And I'm willing to guess you want this dragon out of your hair sooner than later, right?"
> "Minor details to me are minor details to others. I make it a point to specialize in trading and business, you may notice. Not being on the same level as my 'customers' would be bad for business, no?"
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>"Mmm, you wouldn't happen to be hiding something, would you now? I havve noticed this conversation has been rather one-sided."
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>"Cyan?"
>Look around us. Are we surrounded by cyan?
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> "And where can one find this scaly fellow, hmm?"
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>"Mmm, you wouldn't happen to be hiding something, would you now? I havve noticed this conversation has been rather one-sided."
> "I'm afraid you're not in a position to ask for that kind of thing."
>"Cyan?"
>Look around us. Are we surrounded by cyan?
> There is absolutely nothing on your current person that is cyan. She chuckles at your confusion.
> "And where can one find this scaly fellow, hmm?"
> "I'll have a servant lead you to the place. He'll show you."
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I am feeling cheeky. Let's politely decline and leave. We need to exercise some free will.
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Well, the ayes have it!
>"Mmm, I believe that won't be necessary. Having considered this offer, I am afraid that I find it rather lacking. I must decline."
>Polite bow.
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> Gauge the reactions of the mysterious lady and the people present in the chamber. Are we getting in trouble?
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>Prepare to make a break for it if the situation gets messy.