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[Myroc]

"..."

"You already are."

[Vlynndar]

"So, Dictator... Are you saying this chaos is happening becuase someone else wants to come but is having trouble doing so?"

[Nivim]

((That is why those parts of you were unharmed; anything coming from Maha doesn't have to make sense. Everything coming from Dictator has to make sense.))

If a "click" sound could be translated into smell and feeling, the aura of citrus produced one. (The aura was just bumped up a level in permanence.) The fire on the Lich's skull begins turning from its reds and yellows, to blues and violets. The process is slow enough not to be noticed till it's half way done.
A young man in slacks and a denim, button-up shirt walks out the shimmering wall, removing his face as he does so. The face becomes a black and white pottery mask on removal, and the man in slacks blurs a moment before revealing Dictator, in all his gray.
"I finally need Maha for something."
Dictator looks at the current bits of oddness around the room.
"It really didn't cause much trouble this time, did 'e?"

((Edit for last post: Dictator only just came back, and Maha has been here the whole time, causing oddness. Maha doesn't stay corporeal very often, and when he does, things get much...more exciting.))

[Archangel]

((That is why those parts of you were unharmed; anything coming from Maha doesn't have to make sense. Everything coming from Dictator has to make sense.))

((What are you talking about? Who are you talking to?))

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

"Who is Maha? And why does my head feel blue?"

[Nivim]

((Myroc, he pointed out that he didn't have an ear, left lung, or hat when Maha shot those parts of him with a laser.))

Scowl resuming its normal place, Dictator responds
"Blast, do I have to make introductions again? I already spoke of Maha, and you saw it try and attack me, and I solidify it."
Dictator looks around, hoping that Maha will take a corporeal form again, so Dictator may drag it out kicking and screaming (probably, with random probability).

[Vlynndar]

"Argh... So the dragon I assumed to be a dragon was a dragon until you came here telling us he was pretending to be you. And you could still be this chaotic Maha, intending to confuse us even more. Ugh."

[Strife26]

A landmine detonates underneath the Dictator.

[Vlynndar]

"Aah!"
He falls over, keeping hold of his drink. He's NOT losing that.

"Why do things have to keep exploding!"

[Nivim]

The beginnings of Dictator's reply are completely washed out by the noise of the explosive. His gray robes are torn and blasted, but luckily for him his mask is fine. After blinking a few times, he says
"Why didn't that happen last time?"
A spear flips out of a beer mug on the shelf, clattering to the floor. A few stones on the floor change to a hexagonal shape, pushing other stones out of alignment.

[Strife26]

Strife has reentered the main room.

"Why do people keep entering my plane in the main room even though it's warded to make it more difficult?!"

[Little]

Little heads to bed.

[Archangel]

"They're all idiots. Now what did you do to my tank?" Archangel is now wearing the armor he came in in.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

The Lich has somehow ended up on the ceiling.

"Okay, now. How in the hells did I end up here?"

[Vlynndar]

"Hey, good night, Little."

He sees Archangel approaching Strife.
"Um."

He goes back to the lounge and grabs a random book to hide behind, avoiding possible additional explosions.