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[Archangel]

"I'm talking about my memories, not yours."

[Little]

"I know. I don't want to look at your memories. As fun as it would be, there just wouldn't be enough of my type of stuff."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I think he was talking to me."

[Archangel]

"Yes, I was. So Lich? Do you or don't you?"

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Hmm... Okay, I'll bite. Show me!"

[Archangel]

Archangel grabs his helmet, puts it on for a few seconds, takes it off and hands it to the Lich. "Here you go. Just put this on and follow the instructions I added and you will see them all. It should take only a few seconds at most, due to relative time."

[Little]

"Fine. Nobody asks if I'd like opportunities."

With that, Little heads to bed.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"What instructions?"

[Archangel]

"Put it on and they should appear on the right of your view."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich puts the helmet on.

[Nivim]

 A thing walks out of a shimmering wall. The pool-like shadow of the thing moves into a corner and makes it look menacing. The thing's multi-non-any-colored robe explodes through the ceiling in strange lights and smoke, leaving something identifiable in a gray robes. The remaining part of the thing appears to be something like a bipedal dragon, with gray scales and strait, tarnished gold horns, completing a "U/V" with the face. Only the head is visible, as what might be hands are hidden in the touching cuffs of hanging sleeves. Although of dragon like appearance, a feeling of something else permeates its form.

"..."

 The the monkish dragon thing looks about the room, wondering why that particular reality tunnel didn't lead to a med-adventure fantasy world. Then turns on a scowl towards the fact it can't exist completely here.

"Hello, who are you people?"

 Sparks flit about the ceiling and opposite wall as a spot of bright purple veins glow in the stone and turn into ivory with a pine scent, followed by a few slashes on the stone appearing out of nowhere and oozing hot licorice.
 A faint pop of a bubble can be heard from the darkened corner.

[Archangel]

((TNME, you can just use your imagination as to what Archangel's experiences were))

[Vlynndar]

"A dragon. Wait. No assumptions.
Huh. There are a lot of people by accident.

Oh, and good night, Little."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich removes the helmet.

"Huh, interesting. I thought it was rathe- huh?"

He looks at the wall, and the newcomer.

"Is that..... liquorice? ... how odd. Hmm... are you a bladeling?"

[Myroc]

"Who in- WHAT in the nine hells are you?"