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[PrivateNomad]

"How weak I am? Fuck you too."

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Whatever. How much longer to Northdale or whatever you called it?"

[kj1225]

"Not to much. I'd say about five minutes. Three if I do this..."
Kyle starts flying up.

[Akroma]

"It's merely an observation. The natives of the void, the truely uncreated, are stronger than either of us by a far stretch."

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Um... What?!"

[kj1225]

Kyle doesn't respond. When he reaches a proper height he turns so that he's pointed down and begins quickly going that way.

[PrivateNomad]

"I mean, what souls was I created from? Surely Lolgrammoth keeps track of what goes in the Soul Mill..."

[USEC_OFFICER]

Dalia screams and closes her eyes as Kyle flies towards the ground.

[kj1225]

Kyle levels off about ten feet off the ground and continues flying steady. Northsdale comes into view.

[USEC_OFFICER]

Of course Dalia still has her eyes shut, and thus just keeps screaming.

[Akroma]

"What, no. Most souls are not even taken from contracts, but simply stolen by Nirraven. When something leaves the soul-mill, it is usualy impossible what actually went in before, unless it was something very profilic. You as a shapeshifter, who is everyone and none are probably an amalgamation of many souls."

[kj1225]

Kyle eventually lands.

[PrivateNomad]

"I guess that's a good explanation as any.

So, why did Lolgrammoth want you instead of our old arbiter?"

[Akroma]

"Oh he had no choice, I ate an absorbed Heskaket. Wanted that time-manipulation."

[USEC_OFFICER]

Kyle eventually lands.

Dalia doesn't notice that this happened, and so keeps screaming with her eyes shut.