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    Beewolf reacted to AngryCacti in Fallng Down the Rabbit Hole   
    “Mary- mother of Jesus, Katana!” I curse at the eclectic swordsman as he menaces the child and all Hell breaks loose inside the tree. Sophie, stalwart as always, looked ready to end his career in one fell swoop.
    I stumbled back away from the little girl as the origami turned into flying razors. I threw my hands up to protect my face and was rewarded with the sharp sting of a score of tiny cuts across the back of my forearms
    As Sophie calms the child- Fate- and the floating origami and fish died down, I relaxed and shot a glare at Katana. “Ask her who her sister is,” I say to Sophie. I’m not looking at her. I’m keeping an eye on Katana. I can feel a few rivulets of blood dripping around my fingers. Common sense would tell someone not to try and attack to little girl. Common sense would also tell someone not to draw a sword on her in the first place. Now, I might be throwing stones from a glass house, but it seems that common sense and Katana were distant strangers. If he was crazy enough to try to attack again, I’d be ready. I’d rather take my chances with Katana than this strange kid or her ‘big sister.’
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    I flail my arms frantically at the paper monstrosities that assail us. Dragons and birds fly down with abandon, tearing at my kimono and gashing my forearms, but my face is left largely unscathed save for melty makeup. As the wicked horrors continue their onslaught, somebody is shouting at me. It sounds like a feminine voice but my vision is blurred by papery wings. Is it the girl? No, the voice had a more womanly tone, almost sultry.
    I am convinced that my course of action may, in hindsight, have not been the correct course. I reflect on my folly, realizing my apparent mistake and how all of this might have been avoided had I not greeted this lethal child with my sword. Hmm, and yet, she did prove herself to be lethal… Lethal children were creatures to be reckoned with, that was for certain.
    Then, all at once, the battle ended as the attackers laid down their printed arms. I lowered my own as well, observing the handiwork of my flailing. My ever versatile sword had severed scrolls and drawings in half, with bits and pieces and torn sheets and scraps scattered about the war zone. Over there was the word “PO”, over there “TA” and over here “TO” and wedged within the bark was the head of a pig where my blade had decapitated it from a once whole drawing. Hmm… The pink pig was quite adequately crayoned, all things considered.
    As I rub my chin in thought, Sophie is holding the child. It is clear to me that the child’s consoling is what led to her ceasing her attack and calling back her army. Lethal, indeed. I must tread carefully around this one. Calling a truce, I sheathe my sword and catch Jack’s look. He seemed to be annoyed. I did not know why. Oh. The cuts. Yes, the paper minions were a bothersome foe, indeed.
    I look from Jack to Sophie to the girl and clear my throat. “I am sorry. It is no longer a problem.” Observing Sophie’s stance, I kneel beside both females and stare at the child. “Hello, Fate. My name is Jack Katana, warrior-adventurer and your gateway to victory, though due to circumstances having revealed that my male companion is also named Jack you may simply call me Katana. Who is your sister? What is her name? What would happen if she got mad?” Judging by the results around me, courtesy of the small sister, probably nothing good.
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    The inside of the tree is...busy, what with the woodland creatures who apparently had the same idea about sheltering in the tree that we did, the scrollwork papering the interior, and the little girl who scampers to stand shyly before us.
    Before I can open my mouth to respond, Jack has already posed his own question, and Katana is waving his blade wildly in the child's face and screaming. I roll my eyes in exasperation when she predictably bursts into tears (so much for first impressions), and am even less amused with every paper cut I sustain from a dive-bombing origami bird. 
    "KATANA, STOP SCREAMING AT THE CHILD AND PUT YOUR SWORD AWAY! GOD, SHE'S LIKE, EIGHT! SHE'S OBVIOUSLY NOT A LEVEL BOSS!"
    Although, I also have to raise my voice to be heard over the fluttering of paper and the distressed croaking of a frog.
    I step in front of Katana's blade and place myself in front of the small girl, trying to ignore my own death by a thousand cuts in progress, and get on one knee to put myself level with her crying face. 
    "Heeeeeey theeeere. Hey, no. Don't cry! Look, he won't hurt you, okay. He's just spooked. We've...seen some things. Anyway, who might you be?"
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    The inside of the tree is...busy, what with the woodland creatures who apparently had the same idea about sheltering in the tree that we did, the scrollwork papering the interior, and the little girl who scampers to stand shyly before us.
    Before I can open my mouth to respond, Jack has already posed his own question, and Katana is waving his blade wildly in the child's face and screaming. I roll my eyes in exasperation when she predictably bursts into tears (so much for first impressions), and am even less amused with every paper cut I sustain from a dive-bombing origami bird. 
    "KATANA, STOP SCREAMING AT THE CHILD AND PUT YOUR SWORD AWAY! GOD, SHE'S LIKE, EIGHT! SHE'S OBVIOUSLY NOT A LEVEL BOSS!"
    Although, I also have to raise my voice to be heard over the fluttering of paper and the distressed croaking of a frog.
    I step in front of Katana's blade and place myself in front of the small girl, trying to ignore my own death by a thousand cuts in progress, and get on one knee to put myself level with her crying face. 
    "Heeeeeey theeeere. Hey, no. Don't cry! Look, he won't hurt you, okay. He's just spooked. We've...seen some things. Anyway, who might you be?"
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    I look back to the unexpected visual of Sophie leaning over Katana’s arm and a floating, grumpy looking, ink-trailing koi fish floating away through the air. I tilt my head in confusion, but Sophie is already motioning for me to join them in the tree. It takes a second to cross to the tree and I follow Sophie inside.
    I catch a glimpse of the inked words around Katana’s arm. “Deny and Scream,” huh. Denial and screaming seemed to be the only thing I’d done all day. I’d like to think it was for good reason, though. Contrary to the mystic fish fortune cookie, we were still kicking around in this hellscape.
    A low whistle of admiration and surprise comes from me as we walk into the room inside of the tree. It reminded me of one of those old fairy tales. I raise an eyebrow at Sophie as if to ask, ‘what’s next?’
    Screw it. We’d had good luck with Katana; He was a little weird, but nice. He and Sophie seemed to get along well. Maybe this was another person. “Hello?” I raise my voice to talk to whoever was humming in the armchair. I take a step forward, trying to see who it is. “Can you tell us where we are?”
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    Beewolf reacted to Slime Mother in Fallng Down the Rabbit Hole   
    The humming abrubtly stoopped as a young child,with black hair in pigtails and bright innocent eyes,peaked over the armchair before she took a leap off the chair and skidded to a stop before you,mary jane shoes squeaking as she shyly fiddled with the lace edging on her dress "...um...hiya" she seemed the perfect rendition of a child,one you would see in those fancy old magazines
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    “ACK MEIN LAMEN!” I exclaim as the monstrous fish chomps down on my arm. If it had the proper teeth then it might just have taken a chunk of flesh out. Instead, its little nibblers left behind only a stinging sensation and inky text that I blinked at like a linguist might when transliterating a foreign language. 
     
    "grin and bear,deny and scream,you shall not live"
     
    Perhaps the words referred to the slogan of a corporation that slaughtered cows? I pinched my chin at the thought, all too reminded of how the fish had pinched my arm with its mouth. 
     
    With lunch now an afterthought—or was it dinner?—I follow Sophie through the arch and into the tree where Jack was waiting for us. A great tree indeed, with cushions and dancing bugs with light bulbs on their behinds. I didn’t know what to make of the flying and glowing creatures but I took their note and parked my own behind on a cushion. Setting my sword down, I sank myself into it as though it were a cloud. 
     
    There were scrolls dangling from the overheard bark. One of them had writing that looked Japanese. Another appeared to be a recipe for falafel. Then another scroll depicted a picture of a fish that looked suspiciously similar to the one that had just tried to eat me. A dangerous foe. It reversed our roles. Jack Katana tried to eat the fish but Jack Katana became the meal. This did not sound like a suitable slogan if ever I established my own corporation.
     
    I suddenly became aware of the humming. I looked to my two companions but it wasn’t coming from either of them. I hummed in thought, deducing that the other humming wasn’t coming from the flying insects either. From the tree, perhaps? I looked up at the ceiling. A frog blinked back. It was big. Maybe it will put up less of a fight than the fish…
     
    When a little girl leapt off one of the armchairs, my vacant lunch and dinner almost leapt out of my throat. Instinct washed over me as I seized my sword from its scabbard and pointed it toward the female beast. Then I realized the truth. Everything made sense. The fish that bit me and the words it left on my arm. I shouted to the girl who waited to eat us.
     
    “GRIN AND BEAR, DENY AND SCREAM, YOU SHALL NOT LIVE!”
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    The little girl stopped,falling back and began sobbing.the scrolls and books and loose papers all began to float and fold into origami dragons and birds that began sswoopingat you,scratching with razor sharp claws and beaks.more and more pf the fishfrom before began floating in,blocking the  only entrance.the girl only sobbed louder
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    Oh, no. I'm not used to being on this end of a non sequitur. I'm starting to feel like I'm the Jack to his Sophie, or something. 
    Speaking of, I see Jack wander down a pebbly side path in my periphery as Katana hammers on, and find myself feeling slightly jealous of his physical distance from this conversation.
    I squint at Katana's back exasperatedly. "Thank you. That is somehow both vague enough to be unhelpful and oddly specific at the same time."
    I cringe as he moves to loosen the scabbard from his back. I can too easily imagine giving myself the kind of shaving nick that severs my femoral artery with that thing. "Errrrr...no thanks," I say, splaying my hands out as he gamely offers me his blade. "I'll just rough it. You know, camping rules--we'll just ignore each other's body hair for now. Although, food does sound good, and we can make a cooking fi--holy shit!"
    A koi made out of art and crafts supplies comes flying out of nowhere and bites Katana on the arm before flopping back into the drink. He yelps and drops his sword, where it lands with a dull thud on the loamy soil. We both peer at his arm to get a better look at the tattoo that begins to bloom and radiate from the wound:
    "grin and bear,deny and scream,you shall not live"
    "Welp, that's not ominous. Y'know, I think I'm going to go hunker down in that giant tree over there before I get a fun little souvenir like yours." I point at the leafy behemoth behind us.
    The noise of the kerfuffle has caught Jack's attention, and I motion to the tree to let him know where we intend to shelter before eagerly darting through the archway.
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    Beewolf reacted to Slime Mother in Fallng Down the Rabbit Hole   
    The koj leaps out of the river snarling,a viscous black ink from its maw....it...slowly began to float in the air,opening its wide mouth full of pen nib and crayon teethand floated towards you,iquickly biting down on your arm.it floated off,leaving behind...words. its bite was formed into words "grin and bear,deny and scream,you shall not live"
    .....maybe dont eat the fish that spat ink and bit you.
     
    The inside of the tree might be safer then the open air if the fucking fish can float
     
     
     

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    entering the inside of the dome is a virtual jungle full of exotic plants. a small stone path leads you through the thick foliage
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    My hope for this venture plummets each second Katana takes to draw his sword. Why would anyone carry a blade on their back, anyways? It seemed very impractical. 
    I let Sophie do most of the talking as we approach the dome. The smell of dirt and foliage hits me in the entrance of the dome. I start walking down the stone path and look for anything out of place. Despite knowing that it was a fugitive gesture, I keep the hairpin in my hand, just in case.
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    a small river separates a huge tree from the rest of the jungle.many colorful koi swim in the river.an entrance into the tree is created by carved..no,grown in this way ,creating an elegant arch way.
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    Beewolf reacted to Die Shize in Fallng Down the Rabbit Hole   
    While the guy and gal and myself who was also a guy advance toward the dome, I am acutely aware as to how I am not the leader here. I am not leading the way. No one follows me. Rather, it is my katana that leads us on. We follow the blade of destiny and the sword of truth, the cold steel glimmering in the darkness and keeping the wolves at bay like my grandmother used to keep my brothers and I at bay while cooking her plum pie. On that note, I wonder whatever happened to my brothers, and what their names were.
     
    My nostalgia was interrupted by the gal who introduced herself as Sophie and the guy as Jack. That last part could pose a problem. Suddenly “Jack 2.0” was making more sense to me. I was certainly stumped as far as cyborgs went. Now, however, I didn’t know if my new friends should call me “Katana” or call the other Jack “Richard” because that way it would be very difficult to confuse the two of us. I ponder on the possibilities as the dome is approached. Its doors are French, very obvious given their ornate decorations, though it was the snails crawling across the porch that gave their nationality away. As the doors were opened, I thought I heard a crunch beneath my foot. No, must have been nothing. We move on. Into the dome.
     
    The sweet scent of lilies and roses greet my nostrils alongside what smells like a swamp that a tribe of unwashed orcs had mistaken for a swimming pool at the peak of summer. Nostalgia ended there and I was glad for it, though I stepped on something again and this time it was very clearly half of an apple where once it was whole. A worm wriggled its way toward someone else’s foot and I was glad for it.
     
    “I am from a land,” I finally respond to Sophie, peering throughout the greenhouse for orcs. “There is grass in the land and hills and mountains too.” I narrow my gaze through the foliage, something there, no just a cactus that I mistook for an orc. “There is also a river in my land. I lost my cat in it once. Peko Peko was her name. I rescued her with a toothbrush and seaweed tied into a rope. The second time she drowned.”
     
    Satisfied that no orcs were present, I sheathe my katana and sling the scabbard over my back, snapping my fingers at something else Sophie had mentioned. “If we find a river then you can bathe yourself and borrow my sword if you want to shave. Wet mulch is an ideal substitute for shaving cream. Also, peanut butter and onions don’t pair very well together and "Katana" will suffice.”
     
    As if the fates had heard my every word, the stone path takes us to a river, a great tree beyond it accessed from the archway. However, the main item of attention right now was the river. I clap my hands in victory as I jog toward it.
    “YOU SEE!? We kill two fish with one stone! Sophie can bathe herself, Jack can make a fire and I, Katana, shall catch us dinner. We camp here for the night!” I pick up a pebble and hurl it toward one of the koi, but the fish proves to be a mighty foe and dodges the stone. Unperturbed, I press my attack in this dance of death. throw throw throw! dodge dodge dodge
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    The magic compass of doom was in fact pointing at the dome, which linked in to the idea that it listened to thought commands. Or voice commands, like a supernatural Siri. Obviously, this was something to explore later. 
    As I listen to Katana's strange diction, an epiphany begins to take shape in my mind. It occurs to me then that there may have been an option C all along: he is obviously a committed member of a historical reenactment society. Part of me admires his dedication to the role, and part of me finds that level of factual denial worrying in the face of everything that wants to kill us. I also have to wonder what he is supposed to be cosplaying as. (Is it still called cosplaying if it's meant to dramatize history?) My first thought is that he's posing as a member of the Japanese shogunate, but the chosen name "Jack" would seem to shoot that theory in the foot. Hmm. 
    "If something has eyeballs, I'll make it effective." I growl under my breath, but then I think back to the eyeless cult members I once communed with, and give an involuntary shudder.
    As I watch him struggle to unsheathe his sword from his scabbard, my hopes that we've found a worthy protector and ally begin to puddle somewhere near my feet. Jack squeezes the hand he has on my arm, and I share a commiserating look with him as Katana spins around, trying to pull the sword from a better angle.
     In the face of this underwhelming flubbery, I scan the treeline, and note that the wolves seem less concerned with triangulating an attack than using their menacing vocalizations to nudge us in the direction of the dome -- which is both reassuring and worrying in equal measures.
     Giving up, Katana undoes the sheath entirely and still has enough confidence to lead a victory charge. Despite myself, part of me is amazed at how unflappable he is. 
    "Say, Katana, or insert-nickname-here-that-I-happend-to-miss-while-I-was-rummaging-for-weapons-on-your-person, where are you from exactly?" I wave a hand between Jack and I as we advance on the dome. "Because we can't remember much of anything at all. I mean, Jack Numero Uno here can remember his real name, which is more than I can vouch for, so I'm going by Sophie for now. All I get when I try to remember anything are intuitive flashes, like that I don't like peanut butter or onions whenever I think about food, or the fact that I shouldn't be this hairy because shaving day is every three days, and it looks like I just went full Earth Mother and gave up on personal hygiene altogether for the last two weeks."
    As we walk through the French doors of the dome, I am hit with the overwhelming fragrance of a greenhouse. Which is to say, fertilizer. I wrinkle my nose and stuff the compass back into my pocket for now. 
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    The magic compass of doom was in fact pointing at the dome, which linked in to the idea that it listened to thought commands. Or voice commands, like a supernatural Siri. Obviously, this was something to explore later. 
    As I listen to Katana's strange diction, an epiphany begins to take shape in my mind. It occurs to me then that there may have been an option C all along: he is obviously a committed member of a historical reenactment society. Part of me admires his dedication to the role, and part of me finds that level of factual denial worrying in the face of everything that wants to kill us. I also have to wonder what he is supposed to be cosplaying as. (Is it still called cosplaying if it's meant to dramatize history?) My first thought is that he's posing as a member of the Japanese shogunate, but the chosen name "Jack" would seem to shoot that theory in the foot. Hmm. 
    "If something has eyeballs, I'll make it effective." I growl under my breath, but then I think back to the eyeless cult members I once communed with, and give an involuntary shudder.
    As I watch him struggle to unsheathe his sword from his scabbard, my hopes that we've found a worthy protector and ally begin to puddle somewhere near my feet. Jack squeezes the hand he has on my arm, and I share a commiserating look with him as Katana spins around, trying to pull the sword from a better angle.
     In the face of this underwhelming flubbery, I scan the treeline, and note that the wolves seem less concerned with triangulating an attack than using their menacing vocalizations to nudge us in the direction of the dome -- which is both reassuring and worrying in equal measures.
     Giving up, Katana undoes the sheath entirely and still has enough confidence to lead a victory charge. Despite myself, part of me is amazed at how unflappable he is. 
    "Say, Katana, or insert-nickname-here-that-I-happend-to-miss-while-I-was-rummaging-for-weapons-on-your-person, where are you from exactly?" I wave a hand between Jack and I as we advance on the dome. "Because we can't remember much of anything at all. I mean, Jack Numero Uno here can remember his real name, which is more than I can vouch for, so I'm going by Sophie for now. All I get when I try to remember anything are intuitive flashes, like that I don't like peanut butter or onions whenever I think about food, or the fact that I shouldn't be this hairy because shaving day is every three days, and it looks like I just went full Earth Mother and gave up on personal hygiene altogether for the last two weeks."
    As we walk through the French doors of the dome, I am hit with the overwhelming fragrance of a greenhouse. Which is to say, fertilizer. I wrinkle my nose and stuff the compass back into my pocket for now. 
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    The magic compass of doom was in fact pointing at the dome, which linked in to the idea that it listened to thought commands. Or voice commands, like a supernatural Siri. Obviously, this was something to explore later. 
    As I listen to Katana's strange diction, an epiphany begins to take shape in my mind. It occurs to me then that there may have been an option C all along: he is obviously a committed member of a historical reenactment society. Part of me admires his dedication to the role, and part of me finds that level of factual denial worrying in the face of everything that wants to kill us. I also have to wonder what he is supposed to be cosplaying as. (Is it still called cosplaying if it's meant to dramatize history?) My first thought is that he's posing as a member of the Japanese shogunate, but the chosen name "Jack" would seem to shoot that theory in the foot. Hmm. 
    "If something has eyeballs, I'll make it effective." I growl under my breath, but then I think back to the eyeless cult members I once communed with, and give an involuntary shudder.
    As I watch him struggle to unsheathe his sword from his scabbard, my hopes that we've found a worthy protector and ally begin to puddle somewhere near my feet. Jack squeezes the hand he has on my arm, and I share a commiserating look with him as Katana spins around, trying to pull the sword from a better angle.
     In the face of this underwhelming flubbery, I scan the treeline, and note that the wolves seem less concerned with triangulating an attack than using their menacing vocalizations to nudge us in the direction of the dome -- which is both reassuring and worrying in equal measures.
     Giving up, Katana undoes the sheath entirely and still has enough confidence to lead a victory charge. Despite myself, part of me is amazed at how unflappable he is. 
    "Say, Katana, or insert-nickname-here-that-I-happend-to-miss-while-I-was-rummaging-for-weapons-on-your-person, where are you from exactly?" I wave a hand between Jack and I as we advance on the dome. "Because we can't remember much of anything at all. I mean, Jack Numero Uno here can remember his real name, which is more than I can vouch for, so I'm going by Sophie for now. All I get when I try to remember anything are intuitive flashes, like that I don't like peanut butter or onions whenever I think about food, or the fact that I shouldn't be this hairy because shaving day is every three days, and it looks like I just went full Earth Mother and gave up on personal hygiene altogether for the last two weeks."
    As we walk through the French doors of the dome, I am hit with the overwhelming fragrance of a greenhouse. Which is to say, fertilizer. I wrinkle my nose and stuff the compass back into my pocket for now. 
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    Thankfully,the wolves never came any closer ....like that was some great reasurance -oh yes,you know death is there but you wont see it at least!
     
    .....the narrator of this story wishes to apolagise for if this doesint make sense......okay,fourth wall is back up with nice,shiny  bricks.
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    “Christ, we’re multiplying.” I started as Sophie pulled a pin from the stranger’s hair and waved it in my face. Well, she wanted weapons. I take the long pin gingerly, unsure of how I would even use it should the need arise. “Thanks,” I say.
    My attention to the conversation lessons as I notice the growling and the flickers of movement moving throughout the trees. I take a step forward, putting myself at Sophie’s side and closer to the tree line while she grills the new Jack. I was beginning to see a pattern in this hellscape- Poke your nose into one place for too long and it’s liable to get cut off. Only, in this situation, it wouldn’t just be a nose that gets mauled if we didn’t hurry. 
    I put a hand on Sophie’s arm. I could tell she was getting nervous. We both were. “Listen,” I direct my words at Jack- Kantana- whoever he was, “thank you for the warning, but either help us or give her your sword. The magic compass of doom is pointing at the dome, and that’s where we need to go.”
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    I listen to the female as she addresses me and the name that represents myself. I didn’t quite understand what she meant about Jack 2.0 as I wasn’t exactly a cyborg. 
     
    “Katana will be satisfactory as a form of address upon my person. I do have a nickname. It is Dir— WAGH!”
     
    I exclaim as two pins are suddenly yanked from my long black bun. The hair tumbles down to my shoulders and the pins find hands to hold them. I rub my chin at that. 
     
    “I’m not sure how effective a hairpin will be when applied with lethal inten—”
     
    I am cut off once again as the female goes on to speak about swords and smiths and potters and berries. It is quite clear that, although she removed the two pins from my hair, someone had long since already removed two screws from her head. Though, the mention of a wolf was a little more warranting of my attention as much as my own name. I look off into the distance, trying to peer into the void where two eyes of hunger might just glimpse my own, but I see only trees.
     
    “Well, I’m not sure who Kabob is but I am Jack Katana, the Blue Swordsman, warrior-adventurer and your gateway to victory.”
     
    Now it was the other male’s turn to speak. He had nothing to fear. Neither of them did. Jack Katana was with them now. 
     
    “Give me your names, fellow persons, and I shall give you my sword.” 
     
    With that, I grab the hilt protruding past my shoulder and lift up. Steel whispered against wood and leather as blade moved to part from scabbard. Just not completely. I tried once, twice, thrice, but my arm couldn’t physically unsheathe the sword at my back due to the angle and limitations of the human body.
     
    “Excuse me.” I give them my back and try again. Still nothing. “This is fine. Nothing to worry about.” Again and again. Nothing. “Almost got it.” Nope. I relent and remove the entire scabbard from my back so that, in a single shwing!, the katana is unsheathed and I brandish the sword and two crossed brows into the distance where the wolves prowl free.
     
    “To the dome!”
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    The journey to the dome is easy,you arent bothered. A pair of french doors  are slightly open,eminating an intense wet heat and sccent of rotted fruit,mulch and life in general.
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    My head swivels as if on a dial as I look between Jack and Jack. "Oh Lord, now there's two of them." I turn to address the newcomer. "Okay, I'm going to call you Katana, then -- unless you'd prefer Jack 2.0, of course. I mean, if you think of a nickname, put a pin in it, I guess. Speaking of--"
    I pull the sharp pins from his hair and wave them excitedly in Jack 1.0's face. "Voilà -- weapons!" I fist one like a dagger and hand the other over to Jack, thinking Katana already has enough of an advantage with his blade.
    My nervous babbling still increases as the growling intensifies, though. "Please, please tell me that your surname would either indicate that, a., you are such a sword enthusiast that you committed to a legal name change, or b.,  that you come from a long line of staggeringly competent swordsmen who were called after their occupation, like how the name Potter was derived from pottery, and Smiths were named for their smithing, and Berrys were named for their, er, berry-picking skills, or whatever, so in the event that that thing that's making a noise like an angry chainsaw tries to have a go at us, we can count on you to skewer it, right?
    "Please tell me that you are confident you can kabob a freaking wolf."
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    My head swivels as if on a dial as I look between Jack and Jack. "Oh Lord, now there's two of them." I turn to address the newcomer. "Okay, I'm going to call you Katana, then -- unless you'd prefer Jack 2.0, of course. I mean, if you think of a nickname, put a pin in it, I guess. Speaking of--"
    I pull the sharp pins from his hair and wave them excitedly in Jack 1.0's face. "Voilà -- weapons!" I fist one like a dagger and hand the other over to Jack, thinking Katana already has enough of an advantage with his blade.
    My nervous babbling still increases as the growling intensifies, though. "Please, please tell me that your surname would either indicate that, a., you are such a sword enthusiast that you committed to a legal name change, or b.,  that you come from a long line of staggeringly competent swordsmen who were called after their occupation, like how the name Potter was derived from pottery, and Smiths were named for their smithing, and Berrys were named for their, er, berry-picking skills, or whatever, so in the event that that thing that's making a noise like an angry chainsaw tries to have a go at us, we can count on you to skewer it, right?
    "Please tell me that you are confident you can kabob a freaking wolf."
  24. Haha
    Beewolf got a reaction from Die Shize in Fallng Down the Rabbit Hole   
    My head swivels as if on a dial as I look between Jack and Jack. "Oh Lord, now there's two of them." I turn to address the newcomer. "Okay, I'm going to call you Katana, then -- unless you'd prefer Jack 2.0, of course. I mean, if you think of a nickname, put a pin in it, I guess. Speaking of--"
    I pull the sharp pins from his hair and wave them excitedly in Jack 1.0's face. "Voilà -- weapons!" I fist one like a dagger and hand the other over to Jack, thinking Katana already has enough of an advantage with his blade.
    My nervous babbling still increases as the growling intensifies, though. "Please, please tell me that your surname would either indicate that, a., you are such a sword enthusiast that you committed to a legal name change, or b.,  that you come from a long line of staggeringly competent swordsmen who were called after their occupation, like how the name Potter was derived from pottery, and Smiths were named for their smithing, and Berrys were named for their, er, berry-picking skills, or whatever, so in the event that that thing that's making a noise like an angry chainsaw tries to have a go at us, we can count on you to skewer it, right?
    "Please tell me that you are confident you can kabob a freaking wolf."
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    Beewolf reacted to AngryCacti in Fallng Down the Rabbit Hole   
    I snort at her comments, imagining a scenario where she threw psychedelic, baby-shaped, smoke bombs at people. After a second, I glance down at compass in her hand. I’m amazed to see the needle standing still. “I guess we’re going on a hike.”
    I start down the trail towards the dome:
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