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Mhynt closed her eyes, tuning out whatever drama was happening as she prodded at the ground. "It's so strange," she commented. "What was it, the idea of the terrain, but not terrain itself. Dreamlike. Perhaps if I think hard enough, I can imagine the ground is made of steel."

Mhynt snorted, arms crossed as she leaned against a conjured rock. "I don't think I'll be doing any kneeling while around here," she hummed.

"I would agree," Mhynt replied. "Unfortunately, when faced with forever and no sense of escape, some prefer to stop thinking about it. And to stop thinking about it, they shed what made themselves whole, and become part of the problem. It's... a complicated issue. I can't blame them for wanting...

Mhynt tilted her head. "Interesting," she said. "Someone with lost memories. I have none of that, but I know many in my world who suffer from something similar. Usually from dying, of course, but memory loss is memory loss." She seemed pensive. "I suppose some would prefer being dead."

"I've been more of a tea person most of the time," Mhynt agreed. "Though, it doesn't help ward the cannibalism remarks now and then. People think it's a clever joke, not realizing you hear it every time." The Treecko rolled her eyes.

Hailstones pelted Mhynt's body. She didn't seem to notice. She was about to take another sip of tea when a chunk of ice landed on it, and she frowned. "Perhaps some iced coffee is a better choice now," she hummed.

That one caught her attention, and she hadn't really done a Truth yet. Only the dare of her tea. "I can answer this one as well," she commented. "I'm from... a world that failed. It's a world where you cannot die. If you do die, you are instead reborn from the earth with a little less of...

This was a nicer environment. And the fact that a Porygon was losing it and producing a Sunny Day was an added bonus. The Treecko enjoyed the chaos for its benefits, a calm stone in churning waters. She got herself more piping hot tea for the occasion.

Mhynt eyed Andre. "People cannot be everywhere," she agreed. "There are lots of times when I wish I had the power to always guard those I cared about... but unfortunately, from what I've seen, even gods have trouble keeping up with their allies."

Mhynt nodded again, her body language even as she took a seat. "I knew someone like that once," she said. "For different reasons than you, but someone who had been set off and went on an attack against someone, killing them. He regretted it for a very long time, and in some ways, he still does...

Mhynt hummed again at Gabriel, but nodded. "Did they do something else to warrant your attack?" she said. "How old were you at the time?"

Mhynt hummed. "I hope you can speak to someone about that," she said to the Slugma-human child. At least, she assumed as much. She'd never seen a human before, not properly. "It's a good castle," she said. "I think it captures your feelings." She approached it and crouched down, using her blades...

"Hmph. Thankfully, the dares are optional. You can pick as you like." She leaned back ."It's quite relaxed compared to a more round-robin style I've seen before. At least you can ignore that one, hm?"

Mhynt paced through the new desert, appreciating the sun but not the heat, as she looked through the curious text. She seemed to decipher it quickly enough. "Tea," she commented. "How interesting. Nobody has taken it. Afraid of some burns? I've had worse." She took the tea in question and...

"...No, I do not believe I will," Mhynt said, frowning. "That would hurt my eyes." The Treecko tapped at her forehead, her eyes just above them. "Still, it is good to meet you, I suppose. You do not seem like someone from... Kilo."

Tap, tap, tap. A Treecko stepped through the little campgrounds, looking around with a slight interest in her eyes. She moved with a practiced sort of grace despite her size, but it was almost mechanical and rehearsed. Something she couldn't quite break the habit of doing, too used to the...

Thanks for the reviews, Fobbie, Adam! And yeah, Adam, the prose is certainly old, but I like to think the straightforwardness lets the characters shine a little more, as you said. I've never been one for anything too flowery. I got to you guys elsewhere, but thanks for reading! -- Chapter 152...

Chapter 151 – Mu Owen forgot what boats were. Kilo only had a single major landmass, after all, so the only real boats they had were for crossing large streams or going down long rivers where the ground was too hard to traverse. And since Waypoints connected most of the world, his recent...

This is a review for chapter 2! The first two scenes were cute and showed kids being kids. However, I feel that those first two scenes were a bit redundant to one another. The first one was good for establishing that they were still just kids and so on relative to the first chapter, but the...

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