[Cross-indexing, definition of 'DNA'... ah! Uh huh.]
You don't have a system for all these metal and electrical constructs? I can take a few years or decades to figure out how to get back on my own if you and yours can't but a lot of these don't seem as patient as little old me.
[She means captured robotic and otherwise inorganic villains. She's learned the proper terminology but one, Need hates using proper terminology and two, she likes to seem less tuned in than she really is.]
You have everything in blue and red. It's some kind of obsession for you people.
If it makes you happy, the world was called Velgarth. There was actually a mania for visiting other, you'd call them 'canon's?, for a time before we realized what a dead end that was for us. Don't fuss yourself, it doesn't put holes in anything, but it's risky and any traveler leaves their body behind and can't bring anything back but the memory. That's the deal with me, I think. Not my first time.
Then there was a big war and an experimental weapon that wrecked everything and left the survivors just figuring out how to smelt steel. That was a couple of thousand years ago. Most people don't really know to think of the world as one place to be named. They're rediscovering bacteria and working on steam power, though.
[but the little 'typing' bubble eventually makes way for what he was looking for. Some headway!! Some headway that makes the beginnings of a headache throb in his temple. More traveling and experimental weapons to add to the worry list. ]
I see. And if we were to drop in right now, we would see...?
Depends where you look. A lot of restoration's been done to make the continent that had the most big cities inhabitable again. There's definitely still thousands of miles of terrain where every living thing is warped and twisted and nothing much is consistent. I can't say whether or not that's unique to Velgarth.
[Analogues to Pelagir-lands aren't prominent in the various minds she's been touching, which doesn't mean they don't exist.]
What probably is is the two great craters left when the weapon - weapons - went off, by now they're right on the edge of the warped lands. One's hundreds of miles across and filled with grassy plains. The other's to the north, something like half the size, and is an inland sea. Don't mess around with either of them, they're our gates to guard.
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[ never a dull night at arachnid hq!!! this is why he never gets any sleep. ]
So, what's your story? You come from the planet of talking swords or is there something more to it?
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[Need whose minds are you reading to find out about atoms and etc?]
Mercy, that's a thought. Why do you want to know? Surely you've enough stories to concern yourself about.
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If we know what to look for, you can go back home instead of sitting around in a storage bin. Clear enough?
[ he wonders if the city is called Bladehattan or something.]
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You don't have a system for all these metal and electrical constructs? I can take a few years or decades to figure out how to get back on my own if you and yours can't but a lot of these don't seem as patient as little old me.
[She means captured robotic and otherwise inorganic villains. She's learned the proper terminology but one, Need hates using proper terminology and two, she likes to seem less tuned in than she really is.]
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So, storage bins it is? We have them in blue and red.
[ Lyla would find a match for this one. Eventually. ]
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If it makes you happy, the world was called Velgarth. There was actually a mania for visiting other, you'd call them 'canon's?, for a time before we realized what a dead end that was for us. Don't fuss yourself, it doesn't put holes in anything, but it's risky and any traveler leaves their body behind and can't bring anything back but the memory. That's the deal with me, I think. Not my first time.
Then there was a big war and an experimental weapon that wrecked everything and left the survivors just figuring out how to smelt steel. That was a couple of thousand years ago. Most people don't really know to think of the world as one place to be named. They're rediscovering bacteria and working on steam power, though.
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[but the little 'typing' bubble eventually makes way for what he was looking for. Some headway!! Some headway that makes the beginnings of a headache throb in his temple. More traveling and experimental weapons to add to the worry list. ]
I see. And if we were to drop in right now, we would see...?
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[Analogues to Pelagir-lands aren't prominent in the various minds she's been touching, which doesn't mean they don't exist.]
What probably is is the two great craters left when the weapon - weapons - went off, by now they're right on the edge of the warped lands. One's hundreds of miles across and filled with grassy plains. The other's to the north, something like half the size, and is an inland sea. Don't mess around with either of them, they're our gates to guard.