A pixie's number journey (Moore)

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100+8
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100+8 --> [ 1d100=41 ]{49}

A long pause and then the slaad set up the table. Now it's a bit bigger and there's two more chairs, "Why don't you join us," The fourth says, "We have snacks." Chocolate covered steaks appear in the center of the table.

[Nephrite]

"As long as you agree to believe my comrade is something." Moore says as he goes to sit down. He's never had a chocolate steak before! Might as well try it, it can't possibly be any worse than Vul'lath's awful cheese...

[Anastasia]

Baleruk sits. Reality twists around him, somehow cramming all of him into a human sized seat. He doesn't even look uncomfortable as you try a steak. It's a rather loathsome combination, ick!

"We are trying to solve the puzzle," The second says, "Can you solve it?"

[Nephrite]

"Absolutely." Moore says with total confidence. "I need to know what the puzzle is first, though."

[Anastasia]

"The puzzle is us," The first slaad says, "We emerged one day in this room, and we seek to understand what we are."

[Nephrite]

Moore rubs his chin. It'd be easy enough with Hindsight, but that's cheating... "All right. Do you each have names, first of all? It will be easier to keep track of everything and keep things less droll."

[Anastasia]

"1! 2! 3! Alphabet!" They say one after another.

[Nephrite]

"So one of you doesn't belong, obviously." Moore says with a smile. "All right. Why do each of you think you came to be?"

[Anastasia]

Alphabet clears his throat and speaks.

When a woman, another woman, a man, a turnip and a greataxe all love one another, the Weavic principal breaks down. When it breaks down, the commission of new officers is acceptable. The result of this makes me rather hungry, because the break down can be eaten. Did you know that? 7 is important because of that, but so is 8. You must purge the 9 from yourself.

[Nephrite]

"Well, certainly, but that doesn't answer mine." Moore counters. "I mean, isn't it true why 6 is afraid of 7? Because seven ate nine?"

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100+8
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100+8 --> [ 1d100=60 ]{68}

There are several moments of absolute silence, Baleruk exhaling loudly enough to shatter the silence like glass under steel. "You fool," Baleruk says.

"You fool!" All ten slaad say. Ten!? Ten. There are now six more, who introduce themselves as follows, "4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9!"

7 looks to 9, licking his lips. "Dinner!"

[Nephrite]

Moore takes a breath. "It's not time yet!" He shouts, calling on his anarch abilities to try and form a table-sized metal infinity symbol out of thin air to drop into the middle of all of them. "There's nothing even caught in the net!"

[22:27] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+4
[22:27] <Kobot> Nephrite rolled 1d20+4 --> [ 1d20=7 ]{11} anarch roll

[Anastasia]

Unfortunately your powers do not reply. 7 leaps on 9, devouring him before your eyes. The other slaad watch with mild interest, Alphabet clearing his throat after.

That was a lovely meal break, but back on task. I see the crux of your problem now.

[Nephrite]

Moore huffs a bit. "What do you think it is?" Moore swears he can hear colors coming out of this one. But that can't be right, can it? Can it?

[Anastasia]

"You need to be yourself," One speaks up, "What can you be except yourself?"

"Another," Two says, "You can be another. Is not another person waiting within, ready to put a new mask on for the world?"

Three hums and leans forward towards you. "You can be truth. Be something true, be something worthy."

"Or perish," Four chips in.

Five pauses, "I don't know about any of that, but I take away that you should be yourself and true to yourself, or things won't work out?"