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<screenplay>
KYRULE
My Falcon, find the Betrayer in name alone. Bring her here, that we may end this charade.

Myrr bows her head, then teleports away.

CORALINE
So now the masks show face.

EZRA
They don't come off?

CORALINE
Fuck if I know. I was just trying to sound appropriately dramatic.
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<screenplay>
EXT. Street, City of Death

Coraline is there, doing stuff. A little girl in a simple dress, RHI, appears not far off, not matching the decor, and certainly not matching the colour. She is facing away, but she seems vibrant somehow, more alive than anything in this place.

Upon seeing Rhi, Coraline immediately stops what she was doing and stands completely still.

CORALINE
(quietly)
Rhi?

KYRULE (VOC)
Do not engage her.

CORALINE (VOC)
I must. I'm sorry.
(aloud, and louder than before)
Rhi? Rhianya.

Rhi turns her head slightly at the name, then after a long moment, she looks back, looking almost confused. And then we see her eyes - they're blue, not just any blue, but a brilliant lurid blue that would drown the seas. Almost like a pair of big-arse LEDs.

CORALINE
(non-threateningly)
Hey, little sister. What are you doing here?

Rhi opens her mouth and speaks, but the words that come out are mangled, disordered, coming in and over each other in a clattering of sound. It resembles a shriek, and whispers, all at once and trailing off. Whatever she tried to say is almost completely garbled, but we hear a few words - 'lost', 'back to the beach', 'wayfarers'.

Coraline understands - or at least acts as though she does.

CORALINE
I know. It's all right. We'll look after them.

Rhi speaks again, this time almost fearfully, and shakes her head. Only one word this time: 'again'. Then the mangled voices become more angry, possessive - 'not yours', 'them, 'safe', 'broken', 'No home!'. The last is repeated as it trails off once more.

CORALINE
Rhi, no. Don't do this. It wasn't you.

responses - did this, broke it all, broke them all

CORALINE
No. No. It wasn't you. You started this, but you didn't do it.

<shrieks and moves toward Coraline as though gaining momentum; Coraline takes a step backward at first, then stands her ground>

CORALINE
You knew, but you didn't know. It wasn't real, and when it was, it was too late.

<howling: wouldn't change it, nothing, too late>

CORALINE
I understand. No regrets.

<Still approaching, but with uncertainty, fear: no home, no solace, empty, pigeons, destroy, break it, improper, little, little>

CORALINE
It's okay, dear sister. I understand. You will face no more rejection in the houses of the Kings.

<confused, querying, angry, not believing: deceiver, destroyer, breaker, break you, you who would do as them, gave us a flicker, future>

Kyrule appears at this point.

CORALINE
No deception.

KYRULE
She speaks true, Rhianya of the Lost. Done is done, and it will not be held against you.

<cacophony of responses: Dark sister said, so simple, why?, you fools!, the others, this isn't over, (and underneath, smaller than all the rest) thank you>

RHI
(speaking normally, but with surprise)
You do care.

CORALINE
Of course, dear sister. And it is good to hear you with ears.

KYRULE
Though the others now write their own story, one of the Wayfarers you seek has been lost, his story ended. He is Aziraphale of Ariss Nischeoth. You will know him when you find him, for I believe you have seen him before. Bring him peace.

RHI
Peace?

CORALINE
(smiling slightly)
You'll figure it out. Don't worry about it.

Rhi looks between them uncertainly, then lights up with a brilliant smile, positively radiating joy. She nods once, and suddenly vanishes.

KYRULE
Nicely handled.

CORALINE
(relaxing almost to the point of collapse with relief)
Fuuuuuuuuck. That was fucking terrifying!

KYRULE
Indeed.

CORALINE
(she starts flailing)
AAAA AAAAAAA AAAA AAAAA AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA AAA!
(she pauses for breath before continuing)
Fuck fuck fucking fuck!

KYRULE
Coraline...

Coraline holds up a finger as she catches her breath again, then continues:

CORALINE
Fucking fuckery fuck fuck fuck!
Fuck!
(she catches her breath again)
Okay. I'm done.

KYRULE
Was that really necessary?

CORALINE
Yes.
(she stops, then suddenly yells:)
FUCKING FUCK!



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EXT. Somewhere - day

A party chases a runner. She's running a bit oddly, but very quickly, and they can hardly keep up, let alone gain on her.

She finally seems to be getting away, but then there is a yelp as she falls. The others catch up to find her putting a leg back on, the other leg still lying in the dirt.

RUNNER
(glowering)
Damn leg fell off.

The others mostly just stare.

RUNNER
(she gestures to the other leg)
Since you're here, would you mind passing me the other one?

One of them does, and then the slower member(s) of the party catch up as well, breathing heavily.




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CORALINE
It was staring me right in the face all along.



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KYRULE
Hello, Dark Sister.

RAHAH
Hello, Deathgod what wasn't mine.

Coraline pokes her head around Kyrule, and spots Rahah.

CORALINE
You!

RAHAH
(surprised and uncertain)
Coraline?

CORALINE
(advancing slowly)
How dare you! I'll slay you! I'll obliterate you in multivariate cheeses!

RAHAH
How dare I? I think not.
(she draws her sword)
You are the one who shall fall, you, who would have so very much audacity.

CORALINE
(also drawing her sword)
Oh, really? You're a vegetable! An incontinent lumberjack!
(she points her sword at Rahah)
I will smite you with righteous anger in the name of waffles!

RAHAH
Defiler of pancakes, for muffins, I shall cast you into the abyss...

CORALINE
Infidel! 

RAHAH
...as the heathen that you are.

CORALINE
Your very presense is a scourge upon this holy place, like boiling cauliflower...

RAHAH
Heretic.

CORALINE
...broccoli, or brussels sprouts!

RAHAH
Burner of onions.

CORALINE
Taxer of juice!

RAHAH
Abuser of vowels.

CORALINE
Mangler of quickbreads!

RAHAH
Hag.

CORALINE
Whore!

RAHAH
Dibbler.

CORALINE
Veggie!

RAHAH
Filth.

CORALINE
You're awful!

RAHAH
Inconscionable.

KYRULE
Stop this at once.

They freeze, suddenly unable to move, suspended as they were. Unfortunately, they can still yell at each other.

CORALINE
Despicable you!

RAHAH
Libidonous swine.

CORALINE
Worse cook than an amoeba!

RAHAH
Oh, that's it!

Rahah vanishes in smoke, and in the same moment Coraline does as well. Then Kyrule strides forward a bit, going smokey as well, and suddenly he's holding each of them in a hand by the collar. He bangs their heads together and drops them on the floor.

KYRULE
That is ''enough''.

Rahah gets up and shakes her head to clear it. Coraline just lies where she fell, then pushes her mask onto her forehead.

CORALINE
Ow, my pretty face.

RAHAH
(suddenly grinning)
Neat!
(she nudges Coraline with her foot)
Are you alright?

CORALINE
Yeah, man, fuckin' A.
(she blinks and sits up)
I thought you were dead.

Rahah helps Coraline up.

RAHAH
I got better.
(she reaches out and touches Coraline's face)
And you, you too are alive.

CORALINE
I seem to be.

Coraline rubs her head, then looks up at Kyrule, who is still towering over them.

CORALINE
You know, that actually kind of hurt.

Kyrule face-palms, or something to that effect.

RAHAH
You think that hurt?

CORALINE
Well, this skull, you know. It ain't built for that. Not like you and your ram horns.

Rahah bursts out laughing. Coraline grins.

RAHAH
It is good to see you with eyes, dear sister.

CORALINE
Aye, to meet and be met. It has been awhile, hasn't it?

RAHAH
A bit around, a bit in waiting. There and back.

CORALINE
You are you, aren't you?

RAHAH
I do not know.

CORALINE
Of course you are. I mean, sure, you died and became someone else, but we're all always doing that anyway, right? That's just life. We're never who we were, every moment dying, and from every death reborn. Or something along those lines.

RAHAH
Something along those lines.

CORALINE
He's gone, isn't he?

Rahah doesn't answer. A look of sadness crosses her face, probably diagonally.

KYRULE
Sherandris of Kenning Vos has passed. It is Isarra who now reigns king of Kenning Vos.

Rahah suddenly looks up at him, startled.

KYRULE
And she is right here before us.

CORALINE
Isarra?

RAHAH
(smiling slowly)
As the mad god always said, we are not who we were.

CORALINE
Oh, he wasn't that mad. Mostly just eccentric, really.

RAHAH
Oh, he was totally mad. And mine. All mine!

CORALINE
And he will be again.

RAHAH
Will he?

CORALINE
Of course! You'll find him. He ain't dead, just lost.

RAHAH
None of the madgods have ever been found.

KYRULE
There is a first time for everything. What will you do now, seeker?

RAHAH
Now? Well... really, I did not think it so far through.

CORALINE
You came here to rescue me from this life of suffering.

RAHAH
And is it thus?

CORALINE
Some days. Never trip on a sphinx.

RAHAH
I see.

CORALINE
I don't really need rescuing as yet, but Vardaman, on the other hand... he kind of got stuck when you... er... died.

RAHAH
Tell.

CORALINE
It was... kind of not good.

RAHAH
I am afraid I have little recollection of these events, especially nearest to my end.

KYRULE
When Vardaman and the Mad Dream ventured into the darkness, it was with the understanding that her light would protect him and allowed him passage. When that light went out, he was swallowed into the void, beyond even my sight.

CORALINE
I managed to get through to him with the Book, but there wasn't really a whole lot I could do with just words.
I just... I told him how to protect himself. To leave the world and make a shell from which nothing outside could reach, nothing besides a particular personal cue that he would define into himself.

RAHAH
It is the lock and the heart. How did you know?

CORALINE
Er... well, I've had a lot of time, and I've been remembering things.

RAHAH
No... you have seen more than you've remembered. You should be faded, gone, and yet here you stand...
(she looks to Kyrule)
It was you who kept her against the dark and held her into the world. I thank you.

Rahah bows to him.

KYRULE
Yes.

CORALINE
He... yeah. Nicest thing anyone's ever done for me. Ever.

Rahah cocks her head.

CORALINE
People don't usually do nice things for me. More sticks and torches, usually.
(she waves her sword for emphasis)
Slay the beast!

Coraline suddenly realises she probably shouldn't be waving a sword around and puts it away.

KYRULE
(addressing Rahah)
You will know the way, Dreamer of Kenning Vos. Rescue the deathdealer, and we will be in your debt.

RAHAH
A debt already exists for what you have done for this family. It will not be forgotten, and what aid I can render is yours.
(she nods to Coraline)
Both of yours.

There's a bit of an awkward pause as they all stand around.

KYRULE
The rift is at Sanessee.

RAHAH
Aye.

KYRULE
Will you go?

RAHAH
I rather... cannot, as it stands.
(she holds up a finger)
An idea, however - will you, Reaper, accept a gift of souls?

KYRULE
I am no Reaper.

RAHAH
I say you are. I say this for an out, for I cannot go as a creature of power. Will you accept this gift of souls?

CORALINE
You're not really a Reaper, are you? I mean... that's just deresi magic making it look like it...

RAHAH
I have convinced the universe I am thus. Unconvincing it will take some time.

KYRULE
Very well. For debts paid and souls owed, I will accept this gift.

RAHAH
Then it is done.

Her power gone, Rahah seems to shrink, fading more into the background.

Kyrule looks mildly annoyed, despite having no visible features.

RAHAH
Then I would need your aid once more, for I cannot walk the mortal realms.
</screenplay>



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Gray-black column, black-gold tower. Obelisk. Obelisk. What are the obelisks?



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Some stories end badly. Nobody goes home in the end, there are no happily ever afters, and the matter is not settled. There are loose ends everywhere, but over time people simply forget and the entire thing fades away. These stories are buried. Nobody wants to tell them. They don't seem worth remembering.

The problem is, sometimes such stories are the only ones that ''are'' worth remembering.



== Fragments ==

Time passes, though there is no time, no change, no passage. Everything is still. Silent. A swirl of dust rises and falls, leaving behind nothing to mark its brief existence. Fish drift in and out of endless passages, glittering and turning with austerity. Shadows feast in the light. Layered in nightmares, a feline slumbers, wings rising and falling in a long interminable rhythm.

As empires rise and fall, names change and centuries pass, but in this place at the center of all worlds, where all things come to die, they have no meaning. In death and in judgement, all are the same.



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She held up her key and saw in its silhouette the shape of the twisty tower, wreathed about the sinister black spire at the heart of the City of Death like the memory of a lover, not quite there, but never really gone. In its shadow, other shapes drifted almost into view, shimmering atop the City like a mirage. The other City. The one that wasn't quite there, but if you squinted properly you could sometimes see it, and if you didn't watch where you were going you could easily hit your head on it. At least she hoped it was that. If she were hitting her head on something else entirely, that would be somewhat concerning.

Coraline didn't know what the key went to or where it had come from, but at some point she had reached into her pocket, pulled it out, and absent-mindedly held it up to the light. It was then that she had seen the tower's Lover for the first time, matching shape for shape exactly.

Later, when she had discovered the stairs etched into the Lover's heart and climbed them, she had hesitated on the final stair because she knew full well that the point of monumental stairways was that you never got to climb them, not right to the top, and monumental as this one had seemed she was a bit afraid of what she might see there... 

When she had looked back, the entire staircase, and the Lover itself, were gone.

And at the top she had found a tree.



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{{book of dreams|1=
This is the place to be for the end of the world show. 
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{{book of dreams|1=
"It was like walking into someone else's story well after the fact, after everyone had failed and those who survived had already gone home, lived out their lives, and died of old age.

"It felt like trespassing on a cave-in."
}}



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{{book of dreams|1=
Worst god in ages. So bad she got kicked out of the God Impersonation Guild. Died too much.
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The champion drew his sword. Realising she didn't actually have a weapon, Coraline held up the sphinx she was holding in what she hoped was a plausibly threatening manner.

The champion paused uncertainly for a moment, then after a hissed command from his god behind him, he raised his sword and charged.

Coraline took a step backward and then, for lack of any better idea, threw the sphinx. It caught him full in the face, a hissing ball of fluff and claws and teeth and wings that scrabbled for a hold and immediately dug in. He dropped his sword and screamed, flailing at the cat to get it off, but to no avail.

A moment later, at Orin's gesture, the champion was standing beside him once more. The sphinx, with suddenly nothing to hold onto, fell to the ground, hissed at noone in particular, and skulked out of the circle into the nearest alley.

"Er, sorry about that," Coraline said after it.

"You cheated!"

Coraline looked back to the champion she had, apparently, defeated.

"You cheated," he repeated. "That wasn't fair at all."

"Oh?" Behind her mask, she gave him a look it was probably fortunate he couldn't actually see. "I didn't even have a weapon, and here you come at me with this big old sword! Arguably that might be considered cheating too, then."

"It was a fair fight," Orin said, and bowed slightly to Kyrule. "Fair by the rules we agreed."

"Right," Coraline grumbled to herself. Rules. Whatever those were.

"My champion will challenge," Ghurasis growled, waving his own, a large orc, forward. The orc glared at Coraline.

She smiled brightly. "Great! Can I forfeit yet?"

"No," Kyrule said behind her.

"Okay," Coraline said, trying not to sound too noticeably disappointed. "Just checking." She rooted through her pockets in the hopes they might contain something useful, but only managed to pull out a large wad of lint. The orc, in the meantime, hefted his axes and began sinuously twirling them, faster and faster, creating a devastating whirlwind of the sort which would probably decimate entire armies, were they stupid enough to get close.

The whirlwind moved toward her.

She sidled away along the edge of the circle, fiddling with the lint wad, and then, realising it was mostly just a single piece of string wrapped around her key, tied the two together and flicked it at the orc.

It was the sort of move that only worked in the movies, and yet somehow it worked here - the string tangled in the axes, one of them bonked the guy in the head, and he fell sideways, impaling himself on the other.

"What." She stared in shock.

Then the orc was back by Ghurasis' side, intact and unbloodied. Coraline recovered and picked up the key, its string conveniently no longer tangled in anything, and moved back toward Kyrule.

Ghurasis bowed as well, much deeper than Orin had. "Your champion fights well, if... oddly," he conceded.

"Yes."

Coraline snorted, then tried to turn it into a cough.

Nausica's champion stepped forward and bowed to Coraline. She bowed back, surprised that apparently this basic courtesy was apparently somewhat at home in this world after all.

Then he blurred and came at her. She reacted, blurred as well, and then the other champion went flying.

There was a stunned silence. Then the champion was back beside Nausica, but flat on his face, and murmurs rose amidst the other gods.

"What did you do?!" Nausica shouted, covering his champion.

"Er," Coraline said. "I... tweaked his nose?" 

The murmurs rose, so Coraline tried again. "I tweaked his nose really, really forcefully," she announced resolutely, holding up finger and thumb for emphasis.

They all just sort of stared at her.

"It's like you all never saw anyone tweak anyone's nose at impossibly high speed before," she said, shaking her head. "Really, and you call yourselves gods."

After a long pause, Kyrule asked, "Have we any other challengers? No?"

"I challenge," Veshura said. "Let us observe the interaction between death and undeath."

His champion stepped forward. 

Behind her mask, Coraline eyeballed it. The champion appeared to have once been an elf, but true to the ways of Velshura, in undeath it had since become a powerful liche, both befitting and yet very out of place in the City of Death. It rolled its head and smiled slowly, and Coraline realised it was a woman. Or it had been.

Then it threw back its head and raised its arms, and with them a small army of minions were summoned forth into the circle.

Coraline glanced back toward the book she had left by Kyrule's feet. Not a weapon, and probably not helpful, but it had been, on account of the complete lack of any prior notice about this... event, the only thing she'd brought.

Looking back to the circle, she watched suspiciously as one of the minions came up to her, but it didn't seem particularly threatening. Then, almost like a cat would, it rubbed bonelessly against her legs. She nudged it with a slipper and it jumped away.

The liche raised an eyebrow.

"Er?" Coraline said.

"They like you." The liche cocked its head. "That's not supposed to happen."

"It's not that unusual. Tame minions generally just ignored me in Ain, anyway."

The liche looked surprised, then said, "You can't be a necromancer. I'd know."

"Naw, just got basic coverage - corpse disposal, the odd dancing skeleton, you know? Illusion was my main."

"Of Asmodeus? What in the nine hells are you doing here?"

"That's a long story."

"You're supposed to be fighting," Veshura prompted flatly.

"Ah, yes. Pity," the liche said. "You do seem so lovely, for a living." It swept its minions forward.

"And you seem so lovely, for an undead." Coraline said, reaching up as she had seen Vardaman do so many times before, and then did what she had imagined he had done as well - called the reaper's scythe into her hands. To her utter surprise, it appeared, glinting dangerously in the off-light. 

She gave it a sweep into the oncoming minions. Those it touched dissolved. Those it didn't shied back, but Coraline was already whirling, sweeping the scythe through the undead swarm, reaping what it was owed.

Suddenly she stopped, crouched over the liche, who had fallen backwards in the onslaught. All the minions were gone. The blade was a breath away from its neck.

"Yield?" Coraline asked.

"I yield," it said. "No army can stand against death."

Coraline drew the scythe aside and helped the liche back up. "Aye, so it is."

As their champions returned to their sides, Veshura, too, bowed to Kyrule. The liche smiled at Coraline, but she was too busy poking the scythe to respond. It seemed unusually... real.



Thing.



"Riddle," someone said. Coraline looked up and saw Neiryo's champion had stepped forward.

She did the same. "Riddle?"

"What's green, hangs on the wall, and whistles?" the champion asked.

Coraline stared. "A herring?" she said, utterly confused.

He raised an eyebrow. "Nobody has ever gotten that one before."

"It's straight out of Mirrormask! How could I possibly not get that?"

"What is your riddle, Coraline Henderson?"

"Well," she said, trying to think of something even less obvious than a green-painted herring nailed to a wall, but came up with nothing. Where was Google when she needed it? She looked up into the abyss that was the sky and asked a somewhat more standard riddle instead. "Poor people have it, rich people need it. You cannot eat it or you die. What is it?"

"Nothing." Coraline nodded, so he continued. "I have a hundred legs but cannot stand, a long neck but no head; I ease the
maid's life. What am I?"

Coraline smiled. "I preferred the 'eat the maid's life' version. Though that might have been a typo... it's a broom. What time is it when an elephant sits on your fence?"

He stared at her. "Time..." he said slowly. "Time to get a new fence?" A sphinx dropped from somewhere above and landed next to him. It slinked towards him and started rubbing against his legs.

Coraline grinned. "Exactly."

"Why do guardsmen wear belts?" he asked.

"To hold up their pants, of course," Coraline said. "When is a door not a door?"

"When it's a jar." He tried to nudge the sphinx away with his foot, but it simply rubbed against the other one. "How many surrealists does it take to light a lantern?"

"Two. One to hold the giraffe and one to fill the bathtub with brightly-colored power tools."

He snorted, then looked confused. "Power tools?"

"They're like regular tools, but with power. What has an eye but cannot see, will kill but brings new life, and dies but never lives?"

"A storm. What has four wheels and flies?"

"A garbage truck. If you've got it you'll want to share it, if you share it you haven't got it."

"I can't tell you because it's a secret."

Coraline smirked.

"Why did the squirrel fall out of the tree?"

"Because it was dead." She realised, however, that as was this was going nowhere and so long as it remained the same, with fairly standard twists and turns, it would continue to go nowhere. It needed something more. And as much as she hated to go this route, she had an arsenal of her own - nobody comes out of school unscathed. "What's worse than ten dead babies stapled to one tree?" she asked. Freshman humour at its finest.

There was an uncomfortable silence. Alyr's champion simply gaped, but though several others looked around in confusion, the predominant feeling of shock was almost tangible. Great move, she thought to herself. Show the gods what a tasteless arse you really are. That'll really make your life easier.

"What could possibly be worse than ten dead babies stapled to a tree?" her challenger asked incredulously.

"Do you give up?"

He shook his head, but it was unclear if this was simply because he didn't want to find out the answer.

"Do you?"

"No!" He stared at her furiously.

"Well?"

"I don't..."

"What is it, then?"

Finally he said, "One dead baby stapled to ten trees."

"Yup!" Coraline said brightly, though behind her mask, she winced. She realised some of the gods were nodding, however. Lovely. 

The champion shook his head, glaring at her in mingled disgust and anger that he had been forced to answer such a low question. "No more," he said, and turned and returned to Neiryo's side.



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{{book of dreams|1=
We are not who we were. In every moment we live, we die, and from every death we are reborn. Our existence deforms the universe, through action and response, choice and consequence. Thus is the evolution of presence, and thus we live and change.
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{{book of dreams|1=
It is believed that souls are rather akin to stars - that they are simply patterns of dust that have over time emerged to form configurations of impossible brightness, repeating themselves throughout the universe.
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{{book of dreams|1=
In the Forgotten Realms, in their version of the Underworld, there's this wall around the City of Death, built of the tormented souls of the damned.

At some point I told this old friend on Kanata about it and of course he had to go and build one of his own - not a real one, obviously, but a scaled-down fence contraption of ordinary wall and holographic technology. Thought it was a right lovely idea to have this screaming, writhing mass of hopeless horror around his house, apparently. Neighbours thought otherwise, of course, but all the city ordinances in the system couldn't convince him to take the thing down, since technically it wasn't illegal. Classified as a 'standard annoyance' and that was it. Efforts to sabotage it didn't go anywhere either."

Then it got interesting. A few months later, a horse appeared out of nowhere in his bathroom. Wouldn't move. Resisted all efforts to remove it. Animal control agreed to take a look if he turned his wall off, found it didn't seem to be a normal horse. They called in a mage, found it didn't seem to be magic, so he brought in some priests from one of the local religions, who called the God Impersonation Guild, who called me, and I told them, 'yeah? So what? Who do you think looked at it in the first place and called animal control?'

I hadn't actually, but you should have seen the looks on their faces.

Anyway, turned out it was just some god who'd absolutely had it with godding so for some reason he'd decided to be a horse instead, but he didn't get it quite right. Refused to move any more than the planet did. And he decided to do it in this guy's bathroom, for whatever reason.

We wound up just moving the entire house out from under the god, since it didn't budge even with the floor gone. Seemed like a good enough idea at the time, and the neighbours loved it since it meant Gellin would be moving too, and since we left the wall there as a sort of creepy 'don't ask' sign... well, I dunno. Entire thing certainly looks strange in the middle of the night, though, that's for sure. Floating horse, eerily glowing, though now muted, wall of souls. It wasn't even a standard annoyance at this point, just an eyesore.

Just like art.
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{{book of dreams|1=
People often forget that the God of Death began his divine career as the God of Practical Jokes. They especially tend to forget that he never stopped.

Sherandris, of course, remembered. He remembered most everything, at least so long as he deemed it worth remembering, and since he wasn't really sure about the bulk of it and erred on the side of caution, that really did mean everything. For the most part. There had, after all, been that time he had spent dead - he didn't really remember that, of course. But he had been dead. Perfectly excusable, and as for the Duty, the Dark Sister would surely have seen to that.

Sherandris was the God of Death. He was not what most people expected, of course, but by the time it mattered, it really didn't matter anymore anyway. They entered his realm, what he called his Room, in the space outside of space in the time outside of time, and everything faded away. The dead were laid out according to the customs of the soul, and he passed them on into whatever next life was appropriate. And that was that, as far as he was concerned. 

This left plenty of time for meat.

Sherandris rather liked meat.
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"You weren't here," he said. "But I talked to you. Isn't it wonderful to have friends? They stave off the voices that come with the solitude."



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"My agreement isn't requisite to my compliance."



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She ran her fingers across the spines, glancing over the titles on those few with labels. None stood out, in their myriad scripts, as anything particularly worth reading at the moment, though in this place she could undoubtedly have read them all. Biographies, manuals, catalogues, legends... what was she looking for? Was she even looking for anything?

Her fingers stopped on a spine that read simply, in flowing letters, 'A Very Useful Book'. She looked at it for a moment, then pulled it out. It was bigger than she would have expected, rather like a large textbook, but even so it had gotten her attention.

The first page was not an index. Instead it had a picture of a cat, curled up as though asleep, but with one eye open. 

"Hello kitten," she said. The cat's eye closed.

She flipped through to a random page. It said:

{{book of dreams|This is what you were looking for.}}

She looked around. She was essentially alone with the books. Two keepers were in the vault as well, but they never paid her any heed but to move out of the way if she got too close. But even so, it felt claustrophobic, as though the other books were watching, waiting to see what she would do...



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{{book of dreams|1=

Sarathi de... a story, a game, an MMO, a webcomic, a crowdsource exploration project, a cursed world, a broken world, a myth, a legend, a bedtime story, a list of names scratched into a tree...

If the answer is ''what is it'', the question is probably ''yes''.

It shows up, time and again, in different places, different shapes. The ending is always different. Sometimes the lovers live happily ever after, sometimes everybody dies, sometimes those lost are found, and those found are lost. Sometimes there is a breadstick involved with disastrous consequences. Sometimes the little girl grows up. Sometimes it all just sits there and everybody ignores it. Complete box office failure. Dismal, said the critics before the onset of the end of the world, and then there was nobody left to prove them wrong. Game of the year. Oversized spores drifting all about, leading to an overwhelming question.

Do not ask what is it.
}}

She turned the page and found the rest of ''The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock''.



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Cloud Atlas



----



After some time, Coraline realised she was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the throne at the head of the Hall of Justice, Book open in her lap, pages set to nothing. She didn't know how long she had been there, or how she had gotten there in the first place, but in light of what it had shown her, none of it seemed to matter.

The Hall was largely empty - no waiting sea of the newly dead, no throngs of petitioners, no assortments of general loiterers - just her on the throne and Kyrule and another arguing in front of it. 

Kyrule had his back to her, but as a result she could see the other clearly - a handsome figure, large, well-built, and very brown. Another god, from the look of him.

She stood, and the argument stopped. Kyrule turned to look at her.

"And who is this?" the other said.

She smiled. "I'm the Librarian. Who might you be?"

"I am Orin."

"Honoured," she said. God of something all right, but she couldn't place what at the moment. It didn't really matter.

"How did she get here?" Orin asked.

And where was I before, Coraline wondered vaguely. Most of her mind was still on the story.

"She is my Hand," Kyrule said. "No aspect of my realm is barred to her."

"Death is a door," Coraline said dreamily. "Doors open funny places. The physicist used too many buzzwords, the lawyer not enough. I need a hat."

"Is that so?" She heard Orin say.

And then she was somewhere else.



----



"Alright," she said, "then I want steel-toed fanged bunny slippers, with thick leather soles and soft interiors that I can just lose my toes in. And I want matching wrist cuff thingies with claws, because they have to have claws. And a big fuzzy hat. With fangs. And I want it all in plushy black.

"And I want a really big sword, but not too big or heavy. I need to be able to lift it and such."

The shade bowed its head and retreated into the vault. The door thudded shut before Coraline could follow.

So she waited curiously, and then walked around the back. There was nothing interesting there, just a few odd rubbles and a dusty dog sitting on a sullen-looking shadow. It had too many legs, or possibly not enough; she couldn't quite tell for sure. 

She turned around and nearly ran into the shade, its arms full, standing immediately behind her.

"Er, thanks," she said, taking the bundle. The shade disappeared into a passing flock of fish, and Coraline ducked into an empty building to investigate with more privacy.

It turned out to be a rather good set of things wrapped in a robe-like cloak, or possibly a cloak-like robe - she wasn't sure which, but it seemed like the sort of thing a Jedi might wear, if Jedi did grey, and that suited her fine. The contents were indeed pretty much exactly what she'd asked for, too, with a few additions - along with a disturbingly light sword and a set of plushy gloves, slippers, and hat, there was a tunic and amulet to match the robe. A uniform of sorts, common among keepers and guardians here, and also rather like what she'd seen priests wearing back in the world of the living. She wondered if the deathdealers also wore similar; Vardaman never had, but then again if he'd been visibly identifiable as such he would probably have very quickly become a serious embarrassment for the church. But Vardaman had always been a bit... different. She missed him.

Figuring what the hell, she tried it all on, fashioning a mirror on the near wall so she could see the effect. 

The effect caused her to burst out laughing. She looked absolutely ridiculous. It wasn't just the irony of the uniform on her, it wasn't the overly large sword at her side that she had no idea how to use clashing with the ornate staff holstered on her back, it wasn't the fuzzy hat with kitty ears and fangs or the fluffy partial gloves or the fanged bunny slippers poking from her baggy trousers, it wasn't even her hair ballooning out from the bottom of the hat in a terrible staticky frizz, but simply the entire horrible combination.

It was, all in all, rather excellent. Horrible, but excellent. Grinning, she dismissed the mirror charm, stuffed the rest of her clothes back into her bag, and wandered back into the twilight.



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{{book of dreams|1=
There are no windows. No eyes. No silence, no default.
}}



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"There are no gods. No gods worthy of our freedom."



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{{book of dreams|1=
I hate that I love you. You either have a hideous heart and a beautiful mind or a hideous mind and a beautiful heart. I love what you are but I hate what made you that way. You have the logic and kindness born of rage and despair. What happened to you? Who did this to you?
}}



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{{book of dreams|1=
This is Shalias. She is the one who came before, the one who failed.

She grew up in the shadow of her brother, Murias, and in the manner of little sisters everywhere, she idolised and hated him in equivalent proportions. When he went to find his fame and fortune, she went her own way, left behind with a religion that was somewhat out of place in those parts and an overwhelming curiosity that was only the more so

As the years passed by, she grew up in turn, but no news of her big brother ever came home. Soon, she would set out to look, to see what trail could be found and what had come of him, for how hard could it be? Zealots stand out, and Murias had ever been obessive. But before she could look into it, her own story took hold, and the mystery of what had happened to her brother would have to wait.
}}

From the beginning.

''Shalias knows the gods, and she's very astute. How did this happen?''

''The same way it always happens. Quickly, and without her realising until it was too late.''



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Dear Zachary



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Standing at the base of the tower, Coraline didn't really know what to think. It was a tower. It was quite tall. It was the center of the deathgod's realm.

It was a tower.

She kicked it experimentally.

A solid tower. Very real seeming. Considering the fairly small size at the base and sheer height, probably not possible in the world of the living. Kind of a like a tree - a redwood, granted - but a lot taller and not nearly as interesting. It mostly just seemed to go up. It had a lot of bricks in it. 

Of course it had a lot of bricks in it; it was made of bricks.

Coraline watched it suspiciously. Bricks were dangerous things.

At some point a sphinx stalked slowly into view around one of the curves, so Coraline tracked its progress, waiting for something to happen - maybe for a brick to attack it - but nothing did. The sphinx sat down nearby and started preening itself.

Coraline narrowed her eyes. This was all too obvious. Just a perfectly ordinary - if very tall and suspiciously bricky - tower and a sphinx. Nothing stood out, so clearly something should. What was it?

The sphinx belched loudly and shook some feathers out its wings.



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{{book of dreams|1=
One of the symptoms of those going completely yo-yo was that they broke out in chronic cats.
}}

Coraline looked up. There was a sphinx preening itself on the shelf across from her, and another on what looked like an old record player. Another two dozed on the bookshelf. Several were scattered across the floor, clustered in corners. Like the entire City, the room was full of sphinxes.

One of them hopped into her lap.

Chronic cats. At some point, Kyrule had broken out in chronic cats.



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Coraline let the book fall open on her lap...



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{{book of dreams|1=
How do you even describe things like having three versions of the city, all sitting in the same time-space, right on top of each other, and if you look right you can sort of see them all, but usually you only see the one you're mostly in, but not always. Sometimes you'll just catch bits... something that isn't there, out of the corner of your eye, and then you look but it's not there, but then you really look and it is, and there's a sphinx sitting on it staring at you longingly.
}}

{{book of dreams|1=
It would be easy to call The City a place of uncertain dimensions. It would be a joke to call it three-dimensional. It wasn't really that they were dimensions, either, the three layers of city that, when put together, compiled The City. Neither did you really need all three of them to have ''a'' city, since they were all complete, and for that matter, they were all the same city. But only when put together did you truly get The City.

I don't think most people cared. They were used to the glimpses of the other cities shining through into the one they were in, only in the corners of their eyes, never quite there after all if you went to look closer. Sure, it could be a bit of a nuisance if you suddenly took a step and instead of just going forwards, you went into another dimension (though as I said, dimension really isn't the word you'd want to use), where the milk you had just bought in the local store turned out to be a whole month older and starting to have funny bits in it and giving off a rather unpleasant smell... but that usually didn't happen. Most people stayed where they were, or if they didn't, perhaps they didn't notice. The three cities were, after all, the same city; The City. Just... not completely, and not all the time.
}}

{{book of dreams|1=
Why is it only three? What of the shadows you see in the corners of everything, the variants and the fragments that don't belong? What of the other Cities, the hidden Cities, the ones that don't fit in, the ones... the ones that lie forgotten?

If I had to give a guess, and mind you this is only a guess, it has something to do with power. For Kyrule, threes are holy, they're everything, they're exactly what people see. And in doing so, they hide the others - three stand out so the other six or so can linger in shadow, adding force, but hidden. What people don't see is just as important as what they do. Perhaps more so.
}}



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"Hello Merrs," Coraline said.

He cocked his head, then recognition lit his expression. "Gloria? Hello."

"You look happier," she said.

"You look less lost."

She laughed. "Oh, I dunno about that. If anything I'm probably even more lost now. But I guess now at least I've got somewhere to be, so that helps. What brings you here, anyhow?"

"Ah, right. A message from my Lord, as were. To... your Lord?"

"Well," she said, "I don't know where he went."

"No?"

"Naw, I mostly just mind the cats. Stay nice and clueless. You know. Health reasons." She grinned, then shook her head. "Seriously, though, whatsit?"



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Found:

*book
*key

From vault: 

*sword 
*robe 
*tunic 
*amulet 
*slippers 
*gloves 
*fuzzy hat

Summoned:

*mask
*scythe
*spear

From random soul:

*hairdo

Brought with her:

*bag of sundry random junk
*better part of Vardaman's liquor cabinet
*staff
*knife
*earpiece



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{{book of dreams|1=
Consider the universe. It is, by definition, all that we know, the totality of existence, the boundaries of reality. There cannot exist anything beyond it, because that would be a part of it as well - whether we know about it or not.

Now consider the multiverse: the idea of a multitude of universes, an infinite set of possibilities existing in parallel with our known existence. Other realities. Existence beyond existence, space beyond space, time beyond time.

But by the very definition of a universe, a 'multiverse' is impossible. The rest, the 'other realities', are also universe.
}}

{{book of dreams|1=
There are those who would name their universes. Their pockets of reality.

There is an inherent problem with this proposition. To name it, the name is replicated throughout all direct parallels. A name is meaningless for identification. Identification itself is meaningless.

This realisation can either help to clear things up, or to make things a whole lot more confusing.
}}



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"You bargained for your soul, and it returned to you."

"Aye?"

"I had to go into the space between worlds and find mine myself. And when I did, do you know what I found? It'd glued its feet to the ground! And when I got close, it just swatted me away. When I tried to talk to it, it pointedly ignored me. I had to hit it with a stick until it'd even respond, at which point all it did was insult me."

"That... seems wrong, somehow."

"Yeah, well, that's what happened. And I was at a loss, let me tell you."

"So how did you...?"

"It was the kids. Showed up with that dog. That dog that'd been the crux of the entire thing. My other completely softened up at the dog, knelt down as far as it could go with feet glued to the ground and hugged the thing, and they both just went all melty. And then, well, then it was a matter of magic, and I knew what to do. Stuffed them back and taped everything all up and squish."

"Squish."

"Technical terminology, of course. Of course then it was all like now the hell what? 'Cause the door I'd taken in wouldn't have worked for going out, see."

"Why?"

"It went the wrong way. I'd taped up too much. Had to stay in the realms of the dead or it'd fall apart and the Death of Souls would start all up again. Wasn't a real solution, obviously, but... well, you know how stubborn I can get."

"But if you'd let it go, couldn't you have found a real solution?"

"You know, that's exactly what you tried. Our you, anyway. Let it back into the world and vowed to find a proper end for it. And everyone called you Betrayer for it, and yet you were anything but, held true and wouldn't give up even after going through such torment yourself...

"Bastards."

"Heh."

"Kyrule never corrected them either, of course. Bloody gods."



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"Holding omnipotence in your hands..."



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Hazz'ridan.



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"Sorry about that. Something came up and I just had to look-see for myself."

"Do tell."

"Oh, well, you know. It's not every day that a giant horrific tentacle monster shows up. So I went to go say hi."

"...A giant tentacle monster?"

"We usually call him Hazz'ridan. One of our gods, see. Very fascinating. Very tentacled."

"And you went to say hi."

"Yup. I said 'hi', he said 'hi' back. I said 'nice tentacles', he said 'nice hair'. And that was basically it."



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{{book of dreams|1=
The Apheori is the eternal outsider, a dream that wanders off into the bushes to observe while the main story goes down. Sometimes the bushes get rattled, sometimes the Apheori is caught and forcibly dragged into the situation, but it cannot be held for long...
}}



== Reaper ==

It began with a wall. It was not a particularly interesting wall, but it was there, in front of her, taunting her with its solidity, lingering, loitering, being a wall. 

She stared at it. Such a wall it was. A wall. Walls were everywhere, of course, but this one, here, was in front of her now, and now was the pressing point. She didn't really understand the concept of 'now', of course, but is was clearly important, and since this was it, she spent it staring, now, staring at the wall.

It really was quite the wall.



She realised someone was near her. Saying something. She tried to focus. In fact the man was yelling quite insistently, and also, it turned out, vigorously shaking her shoulder.

She looked at him and he stopped.

"Hello?" he said.

She blinked. Words. She knew words. Words were what made worlds, breaking down object into concept. She had even used them from time to time, rolling their alien forms through her mind before sending them to the minds of others... except that wasn't right. She'd last spoken to some of the priests just the other day, telling them how... what? The word was there. She remembered it. But she didn't understand what it meant, even though she knew it well, and she had meant what she said.

"Are you even in there?"

"I think so," she said. The words came out before she realised what they were. They didn't seem right, but they were also correct. Somehow.

Thinking was new. She had of course always done it, and she remembered doing it, and every decision she had made and every action she carried out had involved some sort of thinking, but actually thinking and recognising it as thinking and having something with which to recognise it as thinking was new. Sort of. There was this niggling detail in which it wasn't, that it wasn't new at all and she'd done it all her life, and in many other lives as well, but that was in the past.

The past wasn't real. The future wasn't real. The present rooted her down, but it didn't feel real either. She'd never had a root before.

Except when she had.

She realised the man, the priest, was staring at her. He seemed to be waiting. He looked annoyed.

"Sorry?" That was the word. The expression.

"I said, do you know who you are?" He was looking at her with an almost worried-looking expression now.

"No." And it was true. She didn't. She should, she felt, but she really, really didn't. 

"Great. That lumps you in with pretty much everyone else in the entire universe, at least who's stopped to think about it." Shaking his head, he amended, "Wrong question. I meant to ask if you could tell me your name. That's what it was."

She recalled what people had called her. "Rahah."

"And do you know where you are?"

She didn't, but said, "The Sanctum of the Temple of the Mount." 

It was apparently the right answer, because the priest nodded and held up a hand. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Four."

"I'm thinking of a number."

"No you're not. You just think you are."

He closed his eyes for a moment, then tried again. "Rahah," he said. "Are you the Dark Sister?"

"Yes."

He took a deep breath, nodded, and left. Rahah stared at the wall that closed behind him.



It was Alice who finally got the Dark Sister to get up and leave. It had also been Alice who had maintained the Temple, Alice who had kept the priests together, Alice who had taught them how to mourn, and how to move on. Their god was dead, but Alice was very much alive and she wasn't about to stand for any of this moping around and despairing. The place wasn't going to fall apart on her watch.



Alice broke the initial news. They had all felt it, of course, his passing, but that didn't mean they believed it. It didn't mean the confirmation was any less important. She strode out into the sanctum like a queen on wheels, commanding the attention of the entire hall. Priests and petitioners looked up as one as the space fell silent, waiting, dreading.

"Sherandris is dead," she said. Her voice filled the silence. "The Lord of Death has passed. We are kingless."

Nobody said anything. Most just stared, some looked around, or shuffled their feet. Then the whispers started.

Alice cut them off. "Priests! To me. We have much to discuss," she said. "For the rest of you, go home. There is nothing for you here."

Most did as she said, moving toward the door in a bemused trickle, whispering, wondering, worrying. A few stayed by with questions, and as she ushered the priests back into the sanctum Alice did what she could to address these.What will happen now? How can the ''God of Death'' die? Are you sure it wasn't an impersonator? Will the passage of souls still... happen? Will there be another? What of our petition? I... brought cookies.

"What?" Alice said, unsure if she'd even heard the last one. She'd been operating mostly on autopilot, trying to reassure folks, tell them everything would be all right, that things would work out, but not really sure of anything.

It was Malla, from the pastry shop on Birches. "I brought cookies," Malla repeated, holding out a box. "I just thought it'd be nice, and I had no idea anything, any of this, was going to happen, but I think you may need them now more than ever, so, here." She stuffed the box into Alice's impressive arms and turned to flee.

"Wait, Malla!" Alice called after her. The baker paused and looked back, so Alice continued. "Thank you. I'll make sure they're put to good use."

Malla smiled nervously, nodded, and hurried out.

And soon rest had likewise vacated, leaving Alice standing alone in the middle of an empty hall. She had never seen it so empty; it had always been so full of life, full of people and light and chatter. Even when she'd fist been hired into the position, the place had been far from empty. Sherandris had welcomed her personally, gave her the tour, introduced her to the folks...

Eighteen deathgods had ruled over this hall, and eighteen times it had stood empty, waiting for a successor, leaving a caretaker standing alone in the vastness...

The statue over the throne had wings out and up. The symbol of beginnings. The first Aspect of Death, at least to the Cenva. Sherandris had explained a bit about it when he gave her the tour, that there were five Aspects to each token, the shape of which the statue would take if only it were calibrated to do so. But the means to do that had been lost long ago; even he was unsure how to do it...