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[The audio flicks on, but is silent for a few moments. There's the noise of sheets rustling and faint confused mumbles growing louder until they sound as if whatever is making them has picked up the journal. Then there's a disappointed sigh as Malkus can't help but feel as if he has been in this situation before, though much less bloody. His memory
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A very familiar looking figure. One he last saw wearing those exact clothes, with the same blood stains, only much fresher. And much less alive.
His journal is in his hand, as it has so far proven to be his only method of communication amongst the people of the Keep - none of whom speak Persian, it seems - but he disregards it entirely in his shock.]
It cannot be.
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It happened to many, it seems. I was one of the fortunate few that was unaffected.
[And there's the slight uncomfortable-ness again.]
I'm sure anything you may have caused was understood. It certainly wasn't at all your fault. And do you? Not the first time since coming here, or did it happen before in your world?
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Ah... Well that is unfortunate for me but fortunate for you so I suppose that balances out-...I think. I don't get where I was going with that but I'm glad we're both fine now...
[The doctor can pick up on his slight hesitation, but doesn't ask about it.]
I suppose not. And yes- erm...here... I don't think I would be here if I had died outside of these walls... A while back.
[He blinks. Turning his attention in the general direction of the forest.]
Outside... Well, in my room. But the cause of such was amongst the plant life.
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I am glad of that as well.
[And glad not to be specifically talking about the circumstances of Malkus's most recent death.]
You would be surprised. I know of two who have died outside of these walls, and yet lived to come here. I had believed it was circumstances on my own world that lead to this, but knowing now that this place is capable of such things, perhaps it was involved in one of them.
[Tus glances in that direction as well, frowning slightly.]
It was a creature that hid amongst the plant life? Or was it the plant life itself?
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[His eyes widen at that news. He had thought that this was the only place where death was not permanent. His own world is seeming less and less fantastic, darn it.]
That's strange! Did they remember anything from their situations? It never seems like we remember some of the most important aspects of dying, when we come back from it. The afterlife and all of that spiritual business.
[He could space out about fantasies regarding ghosts and spirits, but quickly snaps his attention back the the matters at hand.]
A bit of both. Creatures that would normally appear timid seem to have an insane blood lust here, and the vines seem to be sentient enough to try and burrow their way in and cause some horrid infections.
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One remembers nothing, though that might be because of the particular way his death was reversed. There is a device on my world that allows one to turn back time, and by doing so, stop something from happening. As for my own, I remember a little. Nothing of an afterlife, or anything to that matter.
[There's a slight grimace at the mention of vines burrowing.]
Ah. That certainly sounds quite - unpleasant. Thank you, for the warning. I shall do my best to avoid these plants.
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I understand. There's a trace memory of someone searching for an..."artifact" like that, here. A friend of yours, perhaps? I suppose it's best not to really remember any of that. Leaves it as a surprise for when passing on is not so reversible.
[The doctor can't help but give a small laugh at the grimace. It's much worse when you're the one being eaten alive by plants.]
It was. And please do so. I'd hate for anyone to experience that.
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[Tus can imagine it would be. The imaging was enough, actually.]
So I would I. It seems this place is full of unexpected dangers.
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