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			== Abstract monsters ==

			Abstract monsters, powered by momentum and the winds of the aether, wandering the realms. They have no motors, no intelligence, only the stiff frames and the hard laws that make them go, leg tied to leg, sail tied to strut, joint, wall, passage, floor.

			Do not block their path, for they have will handle you no different than any other obstacle - either they will go right through you, or they will take you with them, for you are as the ground itself.

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			Coraline shadowsteps to meet Zhorah (Rahah) and Vardaman immediately as they appear. Zhorah is basically holding Vardaman up.

			Coraline tries to peer into his eyeballs.

			CORALINE
			Vardaman?

			Vardaman doesn't really respond to this.

	ZHORAH		ZHORAH
	~~Moment~~.		He is broken. Full of shadow.

			The other gods appear around them in various clumps, curious as to the distraction.

			Kyrule winds up in front of them.

	Zhorah ~~motions for~~ Vardaman ~~to stay put, and scoots~~ over to ~~the throne. He starts to follow her, but~~ Coraline ~~comes over~~ and ~~blocks his path~~, ~~putting her hands on his shoulders and staring into his eyeballs~~.		Zhorah hands Vardaman over to Coraline and goes to address Kyrule, bowing.

	~~CORALINE~~		KYRULE
	~~Vardaman~~, ~~are you~~ there?		You return.

			ZHORAH
			My lord, it is not good. He is lost, as is. I may attempt to recover him, but there is... risk...

	~~She waits a moment, but he says nothing~~.		Meanwhile Coraline sits Vardaman down and takes his head in her hands.

	CORALINE		CORALINE
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	VARDAMAN		VARDAMAN
	What.		(vacantly)
			What...

	CORALINE		CORALINE
	Hi. Welcome back. Please bear with us; we'll have your mind back in a jiffy. In the meantime, would you care for a puppet show? I made some puppets.		Hi. Welcome back. Please bear with us; we'll have your mind back in a jiffy. In the meantime, would you care for a puppet show? I made some puppets.

			She frowns, getting out a puppet, as something shifts. She can see the brokenness, the splotches of dark. They look familiar, like stains, like shifting... what happened is so clear, shaping his madness, bringing him to this point, tying him in place.

			CORALINE
			(whispering)
			I did this...?

			And then she takes him into Midnight, a sort of half-step sideways into nothing, letting go of everything. Everything, even the Death of Souls.

			She almost panics, but then she's there and it doesn't even matter anymore, because here, nothing matters. Nothing is. Everything is. And the black is obvious. Coraline spreads him out like splatter, everything that he was and is, and amidst it all, it stands out gleaming, black, clear as night, shouting into the wind. So she draws that in, devours ''that'', feeds it to the Death of Souls, pulling that right back as well, and then... then it's done. She's back. Back into herself. Back in the world. Back, and bound, and broken.

			Vardaman isn't responding any more than previously, and Coraline peers at him curiously before hauling him up to his feet.

			Vardaman still doesn't respond.

			Zhorah and Kyrule stop and turn to regard them as well.

			Then Vardaman suddenly recovers himself, pulling away, drawing his sword.

			Coraline steps back uncertainly.

			Vardaman throws his sword, impaling it in Coraline's chest.

			Coraline stumbles and falls to one knee, and paws at the sword blankly with a hand.

			CORALINE
			Buh?

			Vardaman suddenly realises he's impaled Coraline and not some shadow thing and runs over to her and tries to stabilise her, holding her up.

			VARDAMAN
			Fuck, what, Coraline?!

			CORALINE
			(finally getting ahold of herself)
			Agh, no, I'm fine. Just... pull it out, will you?

			VARDAMAN
			Fine?
			(incredulously)
			Really?

			Coraline puts a hand on Vardaman's and smiles.

			CORALINE
			Look where we are. Perfectly fine.

			He looks, taking in the strangeness of the City, the forms of the gods around, the manifestation of Kyrule looking on even then...

			VARDAMAN
			Oh...

			KYRULE
			Welcome back, my dearest Deathdealer.

			VARDAMAN
			What?

			CORALINE
			Now will you pull this fucking sword out of my chest so I can fucking hug you?

			ZHORAH
			(confused)
			I did not see this possibility. I miscalculated...?
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	The wanderer belched and made a portal of the rippling space. She stepped through, out of the world and into another, and then there was only silence.		The wanderer belched and made a portal of the rippling space. She stepped through, out of the world and into another, and then there was only silence.

			== A name ==

			Teth Seiarien

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			= Maybe =

	== Part 0 ==		== Part 0 ==

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	"No," she told it firmly. This wasn't working. The sphinx had the door blocked entirely with giant hairy catness, and since all the windows were boarded up with something that might have been grey plastic, she was feeling a little trapped in here. And even if she could get out, she had no guarantee that the sphinx wouldn't just eat her on sight. She didn't think it would, but she didn't know it wouldn't, either.		"No," she told it firmly. This wasn't working. The sphinx had the door blocked entirely with giant hairy catness, and since all the windows were boarded up with something that might have been grey plastic, she was feeling a little trapped in here. And even if she could get out, she had no guarantee that the sphinx wouldn't just eat her on sight. She didn't think it would, but she didn't know it wouldn't, either.

	But that wasn't her only option, now was it? She could just leave. The City of Death existed in layers, different versions of the City all piled on top of each other, and she had the key.<ref>She wasn't sure why she had the key, but then she hadn't really thought about it. In fact she'd generally tried to avoid thinking about most things since coming here. It was just easier that way.</ref> Fishing it out of her pocket lint, she held it up between her and the eyeball ~~- even~~ here in the sorry light of this dusty dream of a building, it gleamed, glinting off the strange lights of distant worlds.		But that wasn't her only option, now was it? She could just leave. The City of Death existed in layers, different versions of the City all piled on top of each other, and she had the key.<ref>She wasn't sure why she had the key, but then she hadn't really thought about it. In fact she'd generally tried to avoid thinking about most things since coming here. It was just easier that way.</ref> Fishing it out of her pocket lint, she held it up between her and the eyeball. Even here in the sorry light of this dusty dream of a building, it gleamed, glinting off the strange lights of distant worlds.

	Then she turned it, and the worlds turned with it.		Then she turned it, and the worlds turned with it.
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	Instead she hummed and skipped down the road, the sphinxes turning their heads as she passed, a few hopping down to follow.		Instead she hummed and skipped down the road, the sphinxes turning their heads as she passed, a few hopping down to follow.

			== Notes ==
			<references/>

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			=== City of Death - time uncertain ===

			In the universe of Arling Tor, those who are dead generaly meet one of three possibile ends: they are damned for crimes against some god or another,<ref>Including worshipping them at all, in the case of one deity.</ref> they are honoured with a favourable afterlife, or they disappear. As a general rule, it wasn't entirely clear what happened to all these disappeared as the main reason why this would happen in the first place was simply because nobody important cared about them and thus they just got lost, but in the past few months since she had come to the City of Death, Coraline Henderson was beginning to get the distinct impression that a lot of them were getting eaten by sphinxes.

			The eye taking up the entire boarded-up window, staring in at her through the cracks, belonged to a sphinx. It was the biggest sphinx Coraline had ever seen, and not having wanted to deal with a giant winged cat the size of a small building, she had holed up in an even smaller building in the hopes that it would get bored and go away.

			It had been three hours now.

			The sphinx hadn't gone away.

			"Stories?" The voice of the sphinx rumbled for what might have been the 89th time through the walls, low and hollow, full of insistent anticipation.

			"I already told you, I haven't got any stories!" Coraline yelled back irritably. This wasn't strictly true, of course - as a librarian she was full of stories, and she could always make up more - but she didn't particularly care to share any with a being that was being this ''rude''.

			"Stories," the sphinx said again, rumblingly.

			"No," she told it firmly. This wasn't working. The sphinx had the door blocked entirely with giant hairy catness, and since all the windows were boarded up with something that might have been grey plastic, she was feeling a little trapped in here. And even if she could get out, she had no guarantee that the sphinx wouldn't just eat her on sight. She didn't think it would, but she didn't know it wouldn't, either.

			But that wasn't her only option, now was it? She could just leave. The City of Death existed in layers, different versions of the City all piled on top of each other, and she had the key.<ref>She wasn't sure why she had the key, but then she hadn't really thought about it. In fact she'd generally tried to avoid thinking about most things since coming here. It was just easier that way.</ref> Fishing it out of her pocket lint, she held it up between her and the eyeball - even here in the sorry light of this dusty dream of a building, it gleamed, glinting off the strange lights of distant worlds.

			Then she turned it, and the worlds turned with it.

			She was somewhere else. Another building, another layer of the City. This room was full of... they looked like teeth. Hmanoid, even. Covering the floor, heaped in the corners, odd piles. She moved her foot and a pile settled with a shivering rattle. She put her foot back down and they crunched and squeaked underneath.

			For the first few steps she tried to avoid smashing them as much as possible, but when that proved ineffective, she just tromped over to the door about as loudly as could be, causing ripples and toothslides throughout the piles, only to find the door locked.

			So she kicked it a few times until it opened anyway. It apparently wasn't a very good door; considering how bad bad the footing had been with all those teeth there, she hadn't actually been able to apply very much force. Not that she was complaining.<ref>About that.</ref>

			Grumbling, she shoved her way out in a tumble of teeth and looked around.

			Normal city, or at least what passed for normal around here. Gaping abyss of a sky overhead, buildings of seemingly random architectures scattered about, the tower towering overhead, streets interspersed with people coming and going. Defenders, mostly. Some of the lost. The odd others. Everything grey. Sphinxes leering down from rooftops, doorways, and sometimes the ground, eyeing passerby hungrily.

			These sphinxes, though, were all fairly normal-sized. Cat-sized. Not the one that had holed her in the building. Not the Morokei, that had seemed so... no. She wasn't going to think about it. Thinking about things never helped anything here.

			Instead she hummed and skipped down the road, the sphinxes turning their heads as she passed, a few hopping down to follow.

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			== The wanderer ==

	None of this was real. She reminded herself of this often, or so it seemed, but as the sphinxes grinned in twisting spirals, glistening teeth barred and stretching around and around their bodies as the fur parted and the truth shown forward, she doubted, sometimes.		None of this was real. She reminded herself of this often, or so it seemed, but as the sphinxes grinned in twisting spirals, glistening teeth barred and stretching around and around their bodies as the fur parted and the truth shown forward, she doubted, sometimes.
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	The lead sphinx snapped at her. She stared at it curiously. Nothing really happened for a bit.		The lead sphinx snapped at her. She stared at it curiously. Nothing really happened for a bit.

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	== Tower ==		== Tower ==

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	She smiles. "Here I am," she announces to noone in particular.		She smiles. "Here I am," she announces to noone in particular.

			== The Reaper ==
			Let us tell a story, then, of a wanderer crossing a vast wasteland. She hunts the mystery, though it is not here. Here, in this land under the broken sky, there is only shadow and shimmering fragments, baked land and frozen ice merged as one.

			No living thing may venture here, but demons know it well. They know to avoid it.


			She walked around the shattered spar that tore up through the earth, paying it no heed, for it was large and unimportant, like a piece of bad toast. She walked on past the perfectly cylindrical holes gored into the dust, past deep ravines and toppling hills, past icy yuccas and woolly ribcages. The land was strange. It was burly men unfolding umbrellas. It was a thousand dancing lemurs switched off in a single instant. It was a pack of singing llamas as they flew by a maintenance tower one evening. It was vast, but small enough that she already tasted what she was after. It was clearly around here somewhere.

			Regional deficiencies for toast can be one sided, but here the toast flickered in and out of the lack of sky. The wanderer ignored it completely and picked her way past an endless set of matching teaspoons.

			And then there is was, just ahead, with only a pigeon in her path. A space. Thin. Rippling. Undeniably forward, as much a way in as it was a way out.

			Unfortunately there still remained the pigeon, which was a problem. It stared down at her with the sort of unnerving stare that only a two-hundred-foot tall pigeon could manage. She stared up at it in turn, not really thinking, just waiting.

			Finally, she said, "Hello, pigeon."

			The pigeon stared at her.

			"I would like you to move, please."

			The pigeon blinked at her.

			"Any time now."

			The pigeon stared down at her.

			"I have got all day, you know. Can wait as long as you need. I do not particularly need to be anywhere."

			The pigeon continued to stare down at her.

			"That was a joke. There do not seem to be days at all here."

			The pigeon stared.

			"I really would like you to move, however.

			"Before someone gets hurt.

			"By which I mean you."

			The pigeon stared at her.

			She waited for what seemed an appropriate amount of not exactly time before continuing.

			"Very well, then."

			There was a horrible crunch as the pigeon disappeared.

			The wanderer belched and made a portal of the rippling space. She stepped through, out of the world and into another, and then there was only silence.

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

	responses - did this, broke it all, broke them all		The responses come again in a mangled jumble - something about 'did this', 'broke it all', 'broke them all'.

	CORALINE		CORALINE
	No. No. It wasn't you. You started this, but you didn't do it.		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>		Rhi shrieks and moves toward Coraline, advancing, gaining momentum.

			Coraline takes a step backward at first, then stands her ground.

	CORALINE		CORALINE
	You knew, but you didn't know. It wasn't real, and when it was, it was too late.		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>		The voices, the words, rise to a howling - 'wouldn't change it', 'nothing', 'too late', and other sentiments, too, lost beneath the storm.

	CORALINE		CORALINE
	I understand. No regrets.		I understand. No regrets.

	~~<Still~~ approaching~~, but~~ with uncertainty, fear: no home, no solace, empty, pigeons, destroy, break it, improper, little, little>		Rhi slows, approaching now with uncertainty, and fear laces the lowered jumble of words - 'no home', 'no solace', 'empty', 'pigeons', 'destroy', 'break it', 'improper', 'little', 'little!'

	CORALINE		CORALINE
	It's okay, dear sister. I understand. You will face no more rejection in the houses of the Kings.		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>		Rhi stops right in front of her and stares up at Coraline with her brilliant blue eyes. She seems almost hopeful, but the voices now are 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.		Kyrule appears at this point.
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	She speaks true, Rhianya of the Lost. Done is done, and it will not be held against you.		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>		The responses tumble out as a cacophony, not stopping, full of rage and torment: 'Dark sister said', 'so simple', 'why?', 'you fools!', 'the others', 'this isn't over', and underneath, smaller than all the rest... 'thank you'.

			Then it just stops.

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

	RHI		RHI

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