The first peaceful day

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Anastasia

A simple headshake is your answer.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"You should really get out more." Moore says as he withdraws the proper amount to hand over.

Anastasia

The coins are taken, vanishing within his robes. "When do you want to go?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Now, preferably." Moore answers.

Anastasia

Braxos pushes his stew aside and stands. He begins to lead you back, and once clear of the noise, "The Deep Stacks are mainly dangerous if you don't know what you're doing, but there are things you may have to fight. It's been dimensionally folded over and over, and things have become thin and twisted there."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"You're not obligated to fight if we do." Moore says. "We can handle ourselves."

Anastasia

"Your choice," Braxos says, "But I doubt a solar needs much help from either of us."

Cresiel merely keeps going, not commenting on that at all.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

Everywhere he goes, he's underestimated... alas, such is the life of the humble.

Moore will proceed along, keeping an eye out for anything... dangerous?

Anastasia

<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite


Anastasia

Right now it's just books - seemingly endless books. You walk for well over an hour, through corridor after corridor. Some slope down, others wind up like a snake. It's a meandering journey, the only light from clear glass fixtures above, giving just enough light to read comfortably by.

Yet as you go, you begin to notice...oddities. Books that are too big or too small. Paths that seem to turn in on themselves as you as you walk. Places where the ceiling is suddenly too high, soaring up and up.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Can the spatial anomalies not be corrected?" Moore asks as they go along.

Anastasia

"They're not going to be," Braxos says, shortly. He doesn't offer up anything more, striding forward with big, space eating steps. You have to flutter pretty good to keep up.

Cresiel doesn't, walking at a steady pace. "Why?"

"To experiment and learn. You think they couldn't do this better?" Braxos grunts after, "Eventually, copies and strange distortions manifest - including, I've heard, books never written."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Ah, so it's not a matter of they can't fix them, it's that you learn more by letting them be." Moore says as he continues along.

Anastasia

"Chances to learn," An agreement from that, "Dangerous as you go deeper, for it gets worse."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?