The spice... the spice must.. flow....

[depthundersands]

I don't know where I am or how I got to this god forsake place. There are others here... all smiling and seemingly going about their lives. What.... what is wrong with you people!? How can you let your selves be captured here? There must be a way out

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[goldenpathredux]

You're dead. I handed you the crysknife and you bled yourself out on the floor of the throne room. You must be a ghola.

[depthundersands]

And you where.. you where just a babe when I left...
How did you... What is this madness?
My brother slain.... and then I come here to find... to find you.

I assure you. I am not dead, boy, not by a long shot. And I would... never be so weak to waste my water so.

[Pausing Alia looks away, to the floating ghost of her grandfather, regarding his advice carefully before smiling widely, deviously and continuing. Her mind plotting, making plans... plans with in plans.]
Tell me then, How are you from the future, and I, apparently from you're past, to get on in this strange place.
We are family after all.

[voice||spiteful and acrid]

[goldenpathredux]

We are the same age, Aunt. We are preborn, my sister and I...my sister....Why you? Why you and not Ghanima?!

You tried to kill us to protect your regency and worse you succumbed to abomination. We are not family.

However as one fremen to another, I must give you your crysknife back.

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[depthundersands]

{With Grandfather Vladimir leaning over her shoulder, Alia tries to sound calming, and sweet}

But my coming to this place did not happen in your future did it? Perhaps Can we not try and change that future. Forgive me for the mistakes i have not Made yet in my life, Leto.

I am grateful for the return of my knife, thought I will not ask how you got it here.

Tell me, where is the Spice? There surely must be some here, if you are still alive and... well.
Do not forsake me for the crimes I have yet to commit. Tell me them so I may guard my fool falls from this... terrible purpose.

[aero_dienamic]

You sound awfully desperate, you poor thing.

[depthundersands]

For one who had lived on spice since before they where born, it is a life or death nessisity.
Dying of Spice withdrawl is a terriable way for the emporer's regent to die, you must understand.

And I do not need your Pity. I only need the Spice.

[aero_dienamic]

Pity? Dear, don't be so dramatic...
Knowing this strange little settlement, you're not likely to die from any sort of sickness. At least not that I've heard of Just being beaten if you're trying to hurt someone else.

But if you're that desperate for... whatever this addiction of yours is, there's likely to be some little shop here that'll house what you need.