((Sorry for being quiet! That moment when a two hour nap turns into seven...))
"I think you just broke my spine." Expose memory metal to my locus in order to reincorporate it.
"Sorry. Here." Gilles returned Raioyris the pieces of metal that had broken off his locus and began examining the beating heart. It seemed his plan of making a routine run to establish a buffer zone in the Labyrinth and peddling his merchandise there was going to get postponed. "This is strange. Any information on it?"
Raioyris is forced to extrude new Locus elements, and then painstakingly allow heat to transfer into the broken-off pieces without the natural heat-vent connection. It takes a while, but eventually they are re-heated to the point where the elements are semi-molten. They then retract into his back, where the internal forge sets about fully liquefying them.
Activate mage power to communicate with the living... -thing. Focus on reading information from the beads.
Raioyris attempts a connection: [3 ->
3!!!] He sees it all: mountains of dead spiders, each the size of a human; artifacts on both sides illuminating the... bookshelves? There was a massive battle at some point, and each of these clusters of beads contains its own perspective, its own story to tell, regarding this huge war. Raioyris could stand there for hours... but he feels a prodding at his side.
...Hey spider leader, can you have your spiders(living ones) carry my dead spiders back to my locker?
*Holds dead spider over own spider body for example*
I'd be one happy s...salesman.
Raioyris seems preoccupied with his human things. Wilbur, with nothing better to do, daydreams a bit.
"You can't be serious!"
Said the brood queen. Spiders in this day and age were born in what was basically a factory, not to a mother, but each generation had a queen assigned to it, rearing the spiders into maturity.
The spider-council responded with an iron determination. "The survival of all of us is at stake; lest we forget, the Children of the Moon have sailed the stars. Surely we only exist as we do because they have let us. We are their playthings. There is no other choice."
"We will cease to exist!" shrieked the queen. "The new progeny will bear no resemblance to the old. It is as if we are doing the Exterminators' job for them!"
"Existence is better than non-existence. You advocate for the destruction of your own species, we offer protection, and a future guaranteed. One day we shall rise again, and that hope is enough for us.
Trifle with us no longer. The future is set in stone."
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