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[GreatWyrmGold]

((For when Derry gets out...))

When Derry wakes up, he will discover that his skin where the ointment was rubbed seems to be flaking off, like after a bad sunburn. No pain, though.

[Gamerlord]

((I remember.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

((Alright. I worry about random stuff.))

[Dwarmin]

Nuh-No.

"All right...you'll have to come to my place. My Dad's not home right now, but I've got the run of it till he gets back. Is that okay?"

[Gamerlord]

Um, okay... Will it be alright? I don't want to be any trouble...

[Dwarmin]

"It's fine-my Dad says no boyfriends in the house till I'm 17, but you don't really count yet." She says, sticking out her tongue.

With that, she sprints off-daring him to follow or stay behind.

[Gamerlord]

Derry goes bright red, but manages to scramble to his feet and give chase, noticing the peeling skin where the ointment was applied and peeling it off as he did so.

[GreatWyrmGold]

The skin felt oily for some reason...

[Gamerlord]

((WHAT DID YOU DO.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

When Derry wakes up, he will discover that his skin where the ointment was rubbed seems to be flaking off, like after a bad sunburn. No pain, though.

((It's not actually his skin, but Derry shouldn't realize that yet.))

[Gamerlord]

((Again. WHAT DID YOU DO.))

[Dwarmin]

((You've killed Derry! You've created a time paradox!))

[Gamerlord]

((Um. Are we continuing the RP or leaving it there?))

[Dwarmin]

((Woz just messing ))

Bethany leads Derry back to her humble home-a small place outside of the city that's a cross between a ramshackle farm and an antique store. The yard is spotted with various...oddities. Strange statues and artifacts being reconstructed, along with some bizarre inventions-a full size pair of the wings Bethany currently wears is displayed, as well as a metal cart with four wheels and no obvious means of movement, assorted dozens of strange, bubble like helmets on dummies and a collection of estoeric weapons-many of them look like crossbows that someone decided to add random things onto, like scopes and cranks.

She weaves through the strange items easily, beckoning Derry to follow. Her house is actually built into the ground-the roof is a mound with small round windows and a chimney peeking out of the hillside.

"Come on." She urges.

...

She flops down on the couch in her living room. It's like the outside, but along with the strange things are a number of comfortable chairs and couches. Judging by the mess, no one cleans up very often...yet, Beth seems to know exactly where everything is. Despite being somewhat underground, it's fairly bright and roomy-cool and comfortable, as well.

"Make yourself at home, Mr. Derry." She says, plucking off her shoes and hanging her wings on a brass hook on the wall.

[Gamerlord]

Derry gingerly lowers himself onto the cheapest-looking piece of furniture in the room, still gaping at everything around him.