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Hello! I’ve noticed you hanging around Max lately?

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Yes…..? Who are you?

You Fear the Fae’s Silver Tongue because They can Entrap You in Your Own Words?

I said that before, didn’t I? Why are you talking like that?

Because talking fancy makes you sound more sophisticated. Anyways, talking to someone with a Silver tongue can help you gain one as well. Its a very useful skill. It will definitely allow you to keep up with Fae and even help keep you from getting tricked by Demons

Well, it’s certainly helped me to watch what I say.

That’s helpful right? If you spend enough time around a Fae you could talk circles around a Politician

I prefer to use my creative word-choice for puns.

*gasp* I love Puns! I’m not too good at telling them, but I love hearing them!

really? Most folks think of it as a form of punishment.

I THREW MAVEN A POTION BUT THEY PASSED OUT

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*yoinks potion and pops the cork. He dumps gently pours it into Maven’s mouth*

*Maven sat up a very short while later, gasping for air with tears forming in his eyes*

Oh my god – Maven! Good – good, breathe, buddy. Okay? Breathe.

*He tried his best to calm down, attempting again and again to breathe slowly. But unfortunately he failed each time, ending up sobbing into his hands whilst covering his face.*

Shh… shh, it’s okay. Here – finish drinking this. *he gently touches the potion to his mouth*

caaaarloooos dmax has been crying againnnnn

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HHey Max?  Buddy? You okay? @dedmaxsearchhistory

cause i never told anyone til now.. *he looks down at the ducks, frowning slightly*

I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Max. DO you… can you get any kind of rest? Without sleeping, I mean? Like, with meditation?

… *he shakes his head* the only rest i get is when i’m dead or sleeping..

Huh…. okay, Max.

Would you… would you like me to get you a glass of water now? To re-hydrate?

oh.. y-yeah i guess.. i’ll stay with the ducks *he carefully picks Duck Jen up* we’ll be here when you- wait, where’s Daniel..

Uh? I dunno… I closed the flap. Which one’s Daniel?

“Hey, Flug! How are things going? Have you discovered anything new about the parasitic tissue and its effects?”

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“Hey Carlos, I have! It’s given me powers. I plan to test out the more destructive elements by doing something low maintenance. Maybe robbing a bank.”

“Haha! Or maybe try wrecking a junker car? Mindless destruction is always a great pastime!”

“Haha! Carlos, there’s no profit in that! We have to stay ahead of the game.”

“Well, if you have to make it useful you could always write about it. The only difference between science and dinking around is writing it down, after all.”

“True, but why waste a perfectly good set of powers on a thesis paper when instead I could be infiltrating the bank downtown. They think they have the most state of the art security? Childs play.”

“Hahaha!” Carlos paused for a moment though, thinking about Flug’s words. “I’m, uh… not being hypothetical about destroying a car. I think we – or rather, you – should do it.”

“Nor am I about the bank robbing.”

“What? Really? Why?” Carlos is more confused than anything right now.

Starways to Hell

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Peter
looks at him and was worried. “Krags…. you Ok? You look a bit pale.”
Looks at him worriedly and cups his face in his hands feeling for a
fever and whimpers. “Oh gods. Your dying.”

Kraglin huffed and smacked at one of Peter’s hands gently. “I ain’t dyin’… Calm yerself, Pete.” No, he definitely wasn’t dying. His stomach was just being weird and… bloaty. Ugh… He couldn’t wait to get back to Carlos’ house.

“What’s bothering you maybe I can help. Is it your head? Throat? Stomach? Back?” Starts listing off things then whispers. “You don’t got another tape worm do you?”

“Unless Ramon’s food is tainted, I don’t have another worm,” Kraglin muttered.

Carlos whipped his head to glare at Kraglin. “It’s not tainted,” he said lowly. He then frowned. “What’s going on?”

“I’m just feelin’ a little queasy – ain’t nothin’ to get all twisted up about.”

Peter thinks then Gasps. “You had icecream. Your lactose intollerant. Oh crap.”

“What? No I’m not – I eat cheese all the time!” Kraglin retorted.

“You can make cheese from any kind of milk – not just what has lactose in it,” Carlos said. He sighed. “Wait here, I’ll grab some digestive pills…”

Carlos started to walk off. Mikey asked the cashier if they could wait a second, and they agreed with a smile. Though they looked at Kraglin – probably because they hadn’t understood a thing he said.

Kraglin just made a slight face, looking at the cashier while he tried not to appeared sick. Everyone else was so damn perceptive, apparently.

Hugs him. “Sorry bro….. well take care of you promise. I won’t let you suffer.” And he wouldn’t he’d wait on him hand and foot much like he did for any crew that was sick. He wouldn’t lose anyone to illness again.

Kraglin huffed softly. “I’m gonna be fine, Pete…” He felt a movement in his stomach and he cringed. “Maybe don’t stand so close to me though…”

Blinks and grabs a plastic bag and puts it up to his mouth. “I got ya covered bro!”

“What the – Pete, put that away!” Kraglin snapped. He bat Peter’s hands away.

Carlos appeared with a bottle of pills and he stared at the boys with confusion. “Hey, you two – calm down, alright?”

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“Hmm…” arsenic hummed in thought “then well have to capture something that is infused/infected with order energy.”

“Capture something?” Carlos asked.  “What do you mean – as if it was something
alive?”

“I suppose, ” arsenic said “i should explain further. Order energy is an artifically created energy, created by the cat-dragon-dream-demon empire ten billion years ago, to more easiliy enforce there regime. It was created to spread, and is thus capable of infecting creatures and places ad turning them into, well…. Lets use dessert bluffs as an example. That place is full of order energy. Sorry for not explaining further right off the bat.”

“Uh… I think I kind of understand,” Carlos said. “Do you mean this Desert Bluffs, or the one in your universe? Where… your Carlos was?”

“I dont know if order energy has spread to your dimension yet, so mabey mine, mabey yours.” arsenic said, shrugging.

“Okay. So… how do we find the Order Energy? I mean, how do we detect it?”

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Not since the incident. But me, Neil, and Nikki all went once.

You did? What happened? *he makes himself sound more curious than serious this time*

Well QM was there,,, so were some other people,,, and,,, there was a kid but he wasn’t with QM *intensely vauge*

*sighs* Max, come on – just tell me.

*he takes a deep breath* we saw QM having sex. Weird-ass kinky sex. In a dungeon. It was terrifying.

*he stares at the kid, shocked.* Are… are you serious? That’s
– that’s highly disturbing! Have you told the counselors? Have you reported
him??

Hell no! Quartermaster has been here for god knows how long doing god knows what and I’m not about to get on his hit list for snitching about his personal creepy old man time! Plus; Nikki, Neil, and I all agreed it never happened and moved on with our lives.

Max – you have been exposed to indecency that children
should never have to see! He needs to
be prosecuted! Have you told David??

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‘Dunno who the fuck that is but okay knock yourself out.

Oh, she should have just arrived. She’s one of the newer kids. I’ll see you all at the fireside tonight – I’m working in a camp near the mountain so I’ll be coming back with no problem. *he frowns, realizing something* You… have a mouth on you… you know?

What’s that suppost to mean?

You’re using the f-word so freely – I’m not your parent, but
it’s a little concerning.

So? I’m not the only one here who says “Fuck” or “Shit.” Also I have another thing to burn. *he holds up a bright pink tiara*

*Carlos looks and nods* Ah – we’ll definitely need to be careful with the fumes then. But plastic is really fun to light on fire. *he decides not to comment further on the language for now. Maybe later, if he gets an opportunity*