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15 hours ago, Beewolf said:

It would be nice if we could find a more practical weapon, though. Or, hell, just a meaningful lead would be appreciated."

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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The geisha whispher to each other as you pass,a few mockingly laughing behind long silk sleeves.you can hear something in the pond splashing about along with the shattering of glass.beyond the trees,uou catch glimpses of...something. the howling and growling indicates a wolf or other canine.

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“DON’T GO!”

The voice pleads. You might have mistaken it for a man’s, until a geisha starts moving out of sequence and steps toward you with an ornate fan fanning your way like a hundred little hands waving for you to stop. The geisha looks left, looks right, clears the throat and speaks like a man again, and then you might wonder if, amid the kimono that didn’t quite hug curved hips where instead they appeared straight, your male assessment might have been correct.

”Sorry, don’t let my appearance fool you. The makeup is itchy and I don’t know how these two pens got plugged in my hair or how I even got here but I am not one of them.” A red fan waves away any theory that this person was allied with any of these geisha.

”I am Jack Katana.” I fold my fan and sheathe it like a sword. My real one is on my back. I look from the trees back to you. “I don’t know what in the heckeromus is over there but it sounds mean and it sounds hungry so, uh, maybe don’t go..?”

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The 'geisha' is  instantly gossiped and slandered by their siblings,one even scratching their nails on your wrist,levaing bright red welts as their facial features return to that of a normal human,though still plasttered in makeup.  The knowledge that you once held as A geidha,as a Love floats away.you know though that the Broken Hearted the ones howling,arent as dangerous as the Loves or the Scorned Love in the pond

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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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“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 the growling grows in volume and I glimpse 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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