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Jun 01, 2011 10:04

To those who I encountered during the flood, let it be known that I bear you no ill-will for anything that passed.

[And that's all he really wants to say on the matter.]

[Private to the Admiral]
I require the following ingredients from my home world: [And here follows a list of various herbs and such from Melniboné.] I require as well a charcoal ( Read more... )

i heart my expy, chaos warden, thousand year dream, last of the bright emperors

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Private gloriesinchaos June 1 2011, 15:37:56 UTC
Ask.

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Private blackbladebitch June 1 2011, 15:46:59 UTC
Art bored, my lady?

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Private gloriesinchaos June 1 2011, 15:48:19 UTC
Always, Warden. I would ask if you planned to entertain me, but you've already been doing so well at that, of late.

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Re: Private blackbladebitch June 1 2011, 15:51:20 UTC
[He's just going to ignore the second half of that sentence.]

In fact, my lady, I have an entertainment in mind for thee.

I have not told thee, I think, of the dream-couches of Melniboné.

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Re: Private gloriesinchaos June 1 2011, 15:53:32 UTC
[Man, you trip a guy down one staircase...]

You haven't. Go on.

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Re: Private blackbladebitch June 1 2011, 15:56:52 UTC
It is a means by which the Bright Emperors of Melniboné have undertaken certain elements of their education. Under the influence of certain potions and spells, one slumbers-for a night, say. But in that night, one may live a lifetime, or a thousand lifetimes. One wakes with but a dream-memory, but the experience and the lessons of the dream remain, deep in mind and soul.

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Private gloriesinchaos June 1 2011, 16:00:09 UTC
You intend on teaching me a lesson, Warden? This sounds less than entertaining.

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Private blackbladebitch June 1 2011, 16:03:50 UTC
I did mean "entertainment" when I said it, my lady.

The use of the dream-couch magic for frivolous purposes is discouraged, but we are not in Melniboné, and I believe thou wouldst enjoy a time, even in dreams, of unfettered play. Especially as I do not wish thee to cause mischief amongst the populace here.

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Re: Private gloriesinchaos June 1 2011, 16:11:12 UTC
Play? Do you think I'm a child? Creating the illusion of chaos is meaningless to me.

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Re: Private blackbladebitch June 1 2011, 16:14:17 UTC
Ah, forgive my poor choice of words. I should not like to give the wrong impression. Some claim that these worlds we visit in dreams are true worlds, after all-that the dream-couches are no illusions or visions, but actual travels.

Indeed, perhaps this was a poor suggestion.

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Re: Private gloriesinchaos June 1 2011, 16:18:05 UTC
[Looooong pause.]

Liar. You would no sooner run the risk of setting me untethered on a true world than you would risk returning my powers to me here and now.

[Shorter pause.]

Who chooses the venue of these dreams?

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Re: Private blackbladebitch June 1 2011, 16:22:21 UTC
The sorcerors of the Dreaming City have recorded the means by which a world may be chosen. There is a certain element of chance in the matter, it must be said, but some focus may be obtained with care.

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Private gloriesinchaos June 1 2011, 16:24:34 UTC
And if I were to choose the Barge?

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Private blackbladebitch June 1 2011, 16:26:35 UTC
[There's a pause before Elric answers, because he has to actually go do RESEARCH.]

You might find yourself in some past of the Barge, or the far-flung future. Or perhaps aboard another version of the Barge, in another universe and time.

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Re: Private gloriesinchaos June 1 2011, 16:36:29 UTC
[She pauses herself, because that's not perfect, but who wouldn't take the opportunity for a consequence-free dry run before coming back to plunge the Barge into ACTUAL chaos?]

Then I think I might take you up on that generous offer, Warden.

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Re: Private blackbladebitch June 1 2011, 18:26:31 UTC
[Gotcha. Elric hopes that this plan is not as insane as it sometimes feels.]

You have time to consider. It will take me several days to complete the necessary arrangements.

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