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[Armok]

Armok Creates an anchor.

[Myroc]

"A sphere of... grape jelly?"

"I'm trying to figure out if that was an insult or not."

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"I was saying that you look like a big purple ball!"

[Strife26]

"You know, when there are fields in place to stop from entering a plane in a certain place, it's usually not a good idea to punch through them."

[Myroc]

"Just tell me where you keep the liquid darkness."

[Strife26]

"I'm not sure I have any. Could you describe what it is, slash, any other names for it?"

[Armok]

"I think he means the literal kind, as in antiphoton condensate."

[Myroc]

"Armok's right."

[Armok]

"I don't think Strife stocks that stuff, but you can have some of mine"

Armok throws him a small ornate obsidian bottle.

[Myroc]

"Thanks."

Myroc takes a swig (you're not quite sure how) of the bottle filled with pure nothing.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Huh, it reminds me of the way that masked gentleman operates his silicon logarithmic calculatory device's input mechanism whilst wearing gear designed for ungentlemanly sports revolving around a debased practice of the noble art of fisticuffs."

[Strife26]

"I have a strong aversion to anti-matter. It scares the hell out of me, and I'm already ignoring decent sense with the SD system. So no, I don't stock anything like that."

[Armok]

((Photons aren't matter. On the other hand, nor do they have an antiparticle, or form condensates.))

[Strife26]

((That's debatable, especially because Strife subscribes to the theory that energy is simply formed matter. In any case, he doesn't like anything prefaced with "anti"))

[Armok]

Armok yawn and fall asleep.

((cya, I'm doing the same as myself.))