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[Kansa]

Well, they could come out of her mind now...

Alice doesn't want to come back yet, she's scared of the voices and has no idea it's putting such a strain on Luna to keep them in there.

[kj1225]

Emma flexes the tips of her wings to show they are flexible.

[RangerCado]

Well, Luna falls asleep at this point. Less strenuous. They can leave when they want.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Emma flexes the tips of her wings to show they are flexible.

"Oh. Okay then. As long as you're fine." Lunette shrugs.

[kj1225]

Emma sits on the couch.

[Projeck37]

Del spots something in the far distance as they stumble through the forest with their small legs. Was that... a tower? No, it couldn't be.
"By the gods of old and the new..."

[kj1225]

Aedan appears next to him drinking a juicebox.
"Yes small friend?"

[Projeck37]

"You, sorcerer. Do you own that there tower?"
Del's eyes narrow, and his two friends have suddenly drawn their axes.

[kj1225]

Aedan crosses his arms.
"Number one, I'm a god not a sorcerer. Number two, fairly certain it's more than just a tower."

[GreatWyrmGold]

<It's really inconsiderate that you are just sleeping around like that. What if one of them actually likes you for more than your genitals?>

Laughter can be heard from Will's bracelet.

((I want Rose to live, if only because shipping.))

((Oh, by the way Elf, Meme tried to invite Alistair to a party. A while ago.
SO HAVE HIM RESPOND.))

<I told you i didnt think it was useful, just that if it works it was proof that there may be more I can do>

<I hope you can achieve your full potential, whatever that may be.>

"͘Th͠e ́es̡senc̕e ̵o̸f̷ Gna͡p'̵C̛a҉o͢ŕ.̀ ͟On̛ly ͢t͝r͞a̛c҉e̷s l͟ike͝ t̨h͢es̛e r̶e͜mái̴n w̢ith̕i͏n͡ ̸the҉ ̀gr̵ow̶i̵n͟g͟ voi҉d. I͘t͡ ͡c̴o̢nt̷ains̡ ͜t̶h͘e͏ ҉g͘reed͞ ͟o͜f ͟t́ḩé d͠evo̧u̷rer, and has ͢la̵íd̶ w͝a̛st̡e̷ ̨tò th͡e ͠l͘i҉b͡rar̴y̨ of͢ ̨A̸lexand͡ria.͢ Wit҉h thi҉s̷, se͝t͜ a̸f̕lam͏e͟ ͢the ̧archi҉v̢es o͠f͠ th͞e͡ ͞Vat͝i̵caņ.̶ N̷o͝ ẃa͟t̶er͠ and n͝o ͏vault ͘ẁi̷l̨l̡ ke͝ép ̷t͘h҉įs̵ ͡f͞la̸me ̶fr̴om̧ ̢d͏ev̸o͟uri̡ng ͏b͡ooḱs.̴ ̸D̕o t̵h̵įs,̛ ̵a̕n͠d̛ I̧ s͝hall s͡l͡ay͏ t͝h̢e̢ ̵go͡d t̴h̢ou f͟e̛ar͡.̸"

Will subconsciously processes this information, and feels disturbed. Sitting calmly on a train heading to Paris, he goes over the past few minutes of bracelet messages to see what could have caused this.
<I've no love for the Catholics, but don't you dare take him up on that deal.>

"Th̸en̨ ͠t͜hou ̴ąre ̴do̴o͟mèd.͟"̢

Beel'Ymash returns to whence she came, along with Akroma returning to bed.

<Is it still there? Can you tell it that we take that as a challenge?>

((RWBY's turning out to be at least as cliche and trite as expected. Hoping it gets better.))

[Projeck37]

"Then what be your name, self-proclaimed 'god'?"

[kj1225]

"Aeden."

[Projeck37]

Del's face focuses for a moment, wrinkles showing on his face from scrunching his face.
"I do not believe you are in our divine 12... nor the old gods..."

[kj1225]

"Well, that's a closed minded way of thinking. You think you're the only ones with gods?"

[Projeck37]

"Oh, no. You are obviously just part of another heathen religion."