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== ? ==

KYRULE
Go as you always have, and you will see what you need to see.

RAHAH
(quoting)
'Go on, then. You will find the keys to the cupboard behind he who reigns king of the sandcastle. Riddle? Sort of. But you'll see what I mean. Pass the gates, find the mongoose, and you shall see.'

KYRULE
Yes.

RAHAH
Coraline is standing behind you?

KYRULE
Yes.

RAHAH
What's in the cupboard?

KYRULE
That depends on the gate.

RAHAH
(She considers for a moment)
I hope you don't regret this.

KYRULE
Never.


== Dead dreamer ==

INT. Great Temple lobby - day

Rahah is spacing out in front of a particularly large mural depicting some sort of apocalypse, with grand figures scattered about in some sort of epic battle against what seemed to be a mass of darkness. There is a distinct lack of a dragon in it.

An elf in priest's robes and a ridiculously large pair of goggles/binoculars/''something'' bolted to his head, Arsten Dren, approaches behind her. He's holding a rather large book in his arms.

ARSTEN
Impressive, isn't it?

It takes her a moment to react - as though she's trying to remember ''how'' to react - then she turns around. 

ARSTEN
(pushing the goggles up on his head)
Er, sorry.
(He takes a partial bow - an apparent custom around here)
Arsten.

RAHAH
Rahah.
(She looks back to the mural)
So what's the story?

ARSTEN
Oh, you know. Apocalypse.
It's said that the gods would come to fight a great darkness that spreads across the land.

RAHAH
Huh.

They look at it for a bit.

RAHAH
How exactly do you fight a darkness, then?

ARSTEN
Supposedly that's for the gods to know.

RAHAH
Be easier if it were a dragon, wouldn't it?

ARSTEN
Probably. Does look a bit like a dragon in some of the other ones. Common theory was that they didn't know how to paint a darkness.

He tries to gesture but only succeeds in dropping the binocular-glasses, which shatter on the floor.

The two of them look at the resulting mess for a moment. Then Arsten throws up his arms melodramatically and shouts:

ARSTEN
Noooooooo!

Several passerby give him strange looks.

RAHAH
I'm not sure that was quite the right response.

ARSTEN
No? Oh. Oh well.

He sweeps up the binocular bits with his robe.



----



INT. Great Temple main hall - day

Arsten Dren and Rahah Okieshu fall through the ceiling, along with a fair bit of the ceiling itself. Rahah immediately jumps up and looks around in the hopes that nobody saw that, but the room has a considerable audience - fortunately none of whom were standing under them.

Arsten gets up more slowly and tests his knee with some concern before looking around in surprise as the folks in the room start moving towards them, including a rather irate HIGH PRIEST ARO.

RANDOM PERSON
Are you okay? What happened?

RAHAH
(grinning)
Maaan, and people never believe me when I tell them how exciting archaeology can get!

HIGH PRIEST ARO
(accosting)
What is the meaning of this?

ARSTEN
(uncertainly)
That did not quite go as expected.

RAHAH
(to the random person)
We're fine. Is anyone else hurt?
(She stops and looks around)
Where'd the dealy go?

She starts going through the rubble without waiting for answers, leaving Arsten to face the folks on his own.

HIGH PRIEST ARO
Dren? Explain.

ARSTEN
Oh, well, according to the histories, the ancient gods once walked this earth, right? And indeed there are still traces of this around, with the local myths and legends speaking of relics and places of great power. But it's all disconnected. There's no real record of any of it and as the legends are retold over time, they change. We don't know what really happened; we don't really know anything at all...

HIGH PRIEST ARO
(interrupting)
I mean ''this''.

ARSTEN
I was getting to that. As we know it, Kyrule defeated Eapherod in a great battle. So we have reason to believe that this temple dates back to that period. I think this is where it happened.

Rahah comes back around now holding the dealy - a stone disc about .3m across and 5cm thick.

RAHAH
So this is it? There's truth to the myths?

ARSTEN
Yes! Yes! What you're holding could very well be the proof! We need to study this further, keep going, see where it leads!

HIGH PRIEST ARO
And just how much of the temple are you planning on bringing down in the process?

RAHAH
Oh, good point.

Rahah fixes the ceiling with magic, then just stops and stares at it for a moment, then starts jumping up and down in excitement, still holding the disc.

RAHAH
Eeeeee I used magic!

HIGH PRIEST ARO
What?

She stops.

RAHAH
Sorry, I got excited.



----



ARSTEN
Oh. There you are.

NYA
Oh, hello, Brother Dren. We were just discussing the Dottsman Statement.

ARSTEN
Oh, really? I suppose you'd know about that?

RAHAH
Well, there was that time one of my co-workers blew up three quarters of a solar system due to ignoring it.

ARSTEN
How many died?

RAHAH
Just his ego. Was uninhabited, and we all got out of there in time, though our boss spent the next hour yelling at him. Good times.

Nya gives her an odd look and takes her leave.

ARSTEN
Anyway, I've been mulling over the disk. I think I might have an idea what the 'infernal tunnels' reference might mean.

RAHAH
(groaning)
Oh, gods, no.
I don't want to go hunting down Eapherod's panties.

ARSTEN
Panties?

RAHAH
That's... what it said.

He motions for her to go on, but she just shakes her head and shrugs.



----



Rahah sits and talks to the fragment. Two of the others sit as well and try the cookies, though they can't really follow the conversation. The rest remain standing.

Arsten goes to the cupboard and unlocks it with the key. He opens it; inside is a large, heavy, ornate mask, which he picks up and carries it to the table, turning it over in his hands.

ARSTEN
What's this?

RAHAH
Oh, weird. Kyrule has one of those too.

FRAGMENT 1
It's a metaphor. All our power and all our weight as the Dream itself. The essence and the heart.

ADVENTURER N
(suddenly looking very interested)
That's...

ARSTEN
What happens if I put it on?

Rahah and the fragment exchange glances. The former looks surprised, the latter just tired.

RAHAH
You could try it and find out.

The fragment smiles. Some of the others look much more concerned.

ADVENTURER M
Is that wise?

ARSTEN
In science there is little room for wisdom.
(he hesitates, then hefts the mask)
For science!

He puts it on. The fragment flinches.

ADVENTURER N
Er...

ARSTEN
Huh.

ADVENTURER N
Do you feel anything? Anything different?

ARSTEN
I... hear them. The dreams? And I can see them, everywhere, so many, so...
(he reaches out slightly with his spare hand)
I could almost touch them.

RAHAH
Careful.

ARSTEN
Er, yes.

He takes the mask off, and wobbles slightly.

ARSTEN
Woah.

Arsten sets the mask on the table. Rahah reaches out to make sure it's steady, though the gesture is unnecessary.

FRAGMENT 1
It is yours. This is all yours, dear sister. I am yours.

ARSTEN
Might I study that once this is all sorted out, by any chance?

RAHAH
(looking at him askance)
I'm not sure that would be wise.

ARSTEN
But good science never is.

RAHAH
Neither are funding requests.

ARSTEN
Good ones?

RAHAH
Argh, remind me later, will you?

Arsten nods. Rahah looks around the room - at the newspaper on the table, at the decor, at the others she unintentionally dragged along, and finally at the fragment. The last one. The fragment smiles sadly, and rahah takes her hand across the table.

The the fragment dissolves into smoke and is gone. Rahah sits for a moment the others wait as well, aside from one of the adventurers, who takes another cookie.

Then Rahah picks up the mask and stands, putting it on. She turns to the others.

RAHAH
(slowly breaking out into an enormous grin)
Heeeeeeeeee.

ADVENTURER O
So what, that's it? It's done?

RAHAH
(losing the grin)
Aye, mostly. Dammit, all the overdramatic things I could have said and the best I could come up with was 'heeee'? Bah.

ARSTEN
Try it again, then.

Rahah pushes the mask onto the top of her head like a pair of sunglasses.

RAHAH
Meh, doesn't really matter.
(she addresses the adventurers)
The Garden should be pretty fairly sorted out now, so you lot should be able to get home and be done with this weird pointless excercise. Sorry about all this, incidentally.

ADVENTURER P
(waving away the apology)
Oh, it was fun. Thanks for the cookies, by the by.

ADVENTURER M
How do we do that, exactly?

ADVENTURER N
Do we get anything? For this?

The others look at him in surprise, exasperation, and other random quasi-nouns.

RAHAH
What, you want a fruits basket or something?

He looks a little embarassed and a little mortified.

RAHAH
Well, why not. You want power, yes? I can give you power. A gesture, perhaps, of 

...


== Drinking ==

INT. Empty Cistern Tavern - Day

The place is empty aside from the barkeep and an old man at a table reading the paper; it's only mid-afternoon. Two women, Coraline and Rahah, enter, arguing amongst themselves, and the barkeep picks up and starts obligatorily wiping it as they approach.

BARKEEP
What'll it be?

They sit down. Rahah looks to Coraline uncertainly.

CORALINE
Can't you figure? Shalott as appropriate.

BARKEEP
(pouring them mugs)
You come through a lot?

CORALINE
Used to. Leave the bottle.

He does. 
Rahah sniffs her mug suspiciously, then takes a tentative sip.

RAHAH
Ghuck.

CORALINE
Welcome to booze.
(she grins, downs her mug, and refills it)
You don't sip this stuff. It's not supposed to taste good, so you drink it as quickly as possible and then get a refill, is what you do.

Rahah looks at her own mug for a moment, then gulps it down and twitches.

RAHAH
(with feeling)
Ghuck.

CORALINE
Yup.

The mugs are quickly refilled - in Coraline's case, again.

This goes on for a bit, and not long later they need another bottle. The barkeep seems decidedly surprised by this, but continues to supply them even three bottles later. Now Rahah is starting to get into the swing of things. Coraline is clearly in heaven as far as she is concerned.

CORALINE
Man, it's good to be back.

RAHAH
So this is how some people live?

CORALINE
It's how I always wanted to die.

RAHAH
Is it? Why didn't you?

CORALINE
Life. Always gets in the way.

The barkeep gets them some new bottles, this time of grog. They don't notice.

RAHAH
Do you make funny fiddly drinks? With thingies. And things?"

BARKEEP
Brollies?

CORALINE
Swhat?

RAHAH
Puts brollies in the colourful ones. They do.

BARKEEP
(suspiciously)
Who?

CORALINE
(waving for emphasis)
They. Them. People.

RAHAH
God any fiddly brolly drinks? Them's what people do, right?

CORALINE
Shalott's what people do here.

RAHAH
Needs a brolly.

They drink a few more mugs, swaying noticeably. Rahah seems to get a few ideas, but then forgets them before she can do anything with them. Finally one sticks.

RAHAH
Whaddabout that shiny god of yours, what'd he say?

CORALINE
'Snot shiny. Dreary-like, more.

RAHAH
Add some glitter, then he'd be shiny.

CORALINE
Be glittery then.

RAHAH
Totally would.

CORALINE
Not shiny, though.

RAHAH
Would be kind of sexy...

She slumps forward onto the bar. Coraline, meanwhile, looks at her mug, taps out some dregs from the last bottle, and then stares at it for a bit.

CORALINE
Huh.

She sits there for a moment trying to think, stands up in the hopes that that will help, and promptly falls over.

The barkeep sighs, goes through their pockets and relieves them of what seems like an appropriate amount of coinage, and then drags them out onto the street.


== ? ==
EXT. City of Death

Some sort of gathering or something. Vardaman is trying, unsuccessfully, to end a conversation with a particularly clingy acolyte. Upon seeing Coraline, he beseeches her for aid.

VARDAMAN
Coraline! Rescue me from this life of pain and suffering!

CORALINE
Vardaman! I shall save you!

In a grand, sweeping motion, she pulls a rubber chicken out of her pocket. The acolyte backs away.

CORALINE
With a...
(she finally looks at it)
Rubber chicken!

VARDAMAN
Yay, for I am saved! By the light of the rubber chicken!

CORALINE
With a pulley in the middle!

VARDAMAN
With a pulley in...
(he can't take it anymore and snorts with laughter)
Wow. I forgot how fucking weird you are.

CORALINE
Gee, thanks.

VARDAMAN
How've you been, anyhow?

CORALINE
Oh, you know. Been getting around, seeing the sights. And I hooked up with a serial killer.

VARDAMAN
Good job.

RAHAH
(appearing from behind them)
Spree killer.

CORALINE
Rahah!

RAHAH
Technically he was a spree killer, not a serial killer. Serial killers keep killing over a protracted period of time, often due to some compulsion or other. Whereas if it's all in one go, it's a spree.

VARDAMAN
Why does that distinction even exist?

Rahah shrugs.

CORALINE
Right. So you here for the show?

RAHAH
Of course. Dreams are kind of my thing, after all. And Kyrule thought I might want to see this one up close and all.

CORALINE
Oh, a formal invitation?
You know, normally when gods show up around here, they don't show up quite so... small.

RAHAH
Normally gods aren't me.

VARDAMAN
That's probably a good thing.

RAHAH
Oh, definitely. Could you even imagine? It'd be awful!

CORALINE
I can imagine. 'Awful' just isn't quite the word that comes to mind.

RAHAH
Horrific?

VARDAMAN
Utter calamity.

KYRULE
End of the world show.

RAHAH
No, that comes later.

KYRULE
Yesterday.

CORALINE
Midnight.

RAHAH
Midnight.


== Vampirism ==

INT. Priory hallway - night

VARDAMAN
You want me to ''what''?

CORALINE
It shouldn't kill me. Not really.

VARDAMAN
Oh, so you just want me to sort of kill you? Well, that makes it all better.

CORALINE
Well, that's just it - I don't really know what will happen. That's why we need to find out.

VARDAMAN
Right, but this could really kill you. I mean ''really'' kill you? Isn't this like what killed Kyrule?

CORALINE
It won't. Have faith. It probably won't work at all, but if it does, I do have experience dealing with this sort of death.

VARDAMAN
I don't trust faith. 

He takes the dagger regardless and eyes her. She nods.

CORALINE
We need a viable weapon. This is the best way to sort it out if I'm even onto something here.

VARDAMAN
And if this ends badly...

CORALINE
(with absolute certainty)
It won't.

Vardaman sighs, then suddenly turns Coraline about and pushes her against the wall. She almost resists, and then with the knife in his other hand, he stabs her in the chest with a single hard thrust. She cries out, but then nothing really happens.

They both stare at the knife for a bit. The hilt is sticking out of her chest, with blood spreading around and under it.

VARDAMAN
Huh.

CORALINE
(surprised)
Well, this isn't...

Her expression changes dreamily and a smile forms on her lips.

CORALINE
Wash your hands! Amadi?

VARDAMAN
What?

She collapses; he catches her and checks if she's still alive. She isn't.

VARDAMAN
Fucking hell.

He looks around to make sure nobody has seen, slings her over a shoulder, and hurries off down the hall.




INT. Priory morgue

Vardaman sticks the body on a slab, pulls the knife out and pockets it, and tries to clean her up a bit.

He looks at the body for a moment.

VARDAMAN
(mutter)
Fucking told you so.




INT. Midnight

Coraline is in the Room, fading. Kyrule appears with her, and Sherandris shortly after.

KYRULE
Nelanor...

CORALINE
Do I know you? I should know you, I think.

KYRULE
You do. Stay with me, Nelanor.

Coraline smiles at him and dreamily traces his outline with a finger that is only sort of there.

CORALINE
Yes, I do know you, don't I? This is... interesting. I don't think I've ever been quite here before.

SHERANDRIS
Many times, Coraline. This won't be the last.

CORALINE
No? It's Midnight, isn't it?

KYRULE
Nelanor. Focus.

Coraline smiles again, but she is still fading.

KYRULE
Nelanor!

Kyrule reaches out to hold her, but his hand passes through her form like vapour as she becomes less and less substantial.

Then she fades away entirely, and is gone.

SHERANDRIS
It is Midnight, yes.

KYRULE
Even here... how is this possible?

SHERANDRIS
I could show you. But I don't think you'd like it.




INT. Dreamer's cottage - Day

Rahah is in a cluttered lab/game room (it's unclear which it is really supposed to be, or if it was really something else entirely - perhaps a garage), working on something. She looks up when Vardaman enters.

RAHAH
You'll be wanting this.
(she hesitates, rethinking)
Well, no, that's not right. This isn't what you want at all. But it's what you need.

She hands Vardaman a syringe. He takes it gingerly and looks at her inquiringly.

RAHAH
Right to the heart. Really jam it in, and it should revive her. Well, sort of.

VARDAMAN
Sort of?

RAHAH
(she sighs)
Coraline's dead. Ain't a thing I or any of the gods in the 'verse can do about that, but we can... work around it. Kyrule's not going to like this - hells, ''I'' don't like this. But it's all we've got.
(a look of utter hopelessness crosses her face)
And this is ''me'' talking. I'm supposed to be the one who's always got all the answers in situations like this.

Vardaman examines it.

VARDAMAN
What is it?

RAHAH
(she shrugs)
Vampirism in a tin.

VARDAMAN
(suspiciously)
You want to turn her into a vampire.

RAHAH
Not really, no.

VARDAMAN
But that won't work. If she's already dead...?

RAHAH
No vampire could turn her at this point, you're right. But this ain't a vampire turning a mortal, this is... a vampire being created.
(she smiles humourlessly)
I'm a hell of an engineer, if nothing else. It will work. And she won't be like any vampire that lives.

VARDAMAN
That seems like a really terrible idea.

RAHAH
Worse than hers?
(another small smile)
No, you're right. I've taken Veshura's boon and made it perfect, and now I want to use it on the Hand of the Lord of Death? It's madness, utter madness.

Vardaman watches her expressionlessly for a moment, then sighs.

VARDAMAN
It's all we've got.



INT. Some bar - night

Coraline and Vardaman are at a table, bottle of shalott between them, mugs in front of them. Vardaman is drinking his and periodically refilling his mug; Coraline has yet to touch her own.

CORALINE
This wouldn't make for a good story. It's too stupid.

VARDAMAN
Mhm.

He drinks his shalott.

CORALINE
The hells was I thinking? It was probably the dumbest thing I've ever done.

VARDAMAN
Mmm.

He drinks his shalott.

CORALINE
It's even dumber than that time I tried mixing explosives in the bathroom sink at that hotel. Or that incident with the wheat thresher.

VARDAMAN
Mmm.

He drinks his shalott.

CORALINE
Or that time I tried to get Kyrule's attention by pissing him off as much as possible.
Or even that thing with the sphinxes.

VARDAMAN
Mmm.

He drinks his shalott.

CORALINE
Or that time me and my brothers went sledding down the stairs and Erik went flying out the window at the base. Two floor drop to concrete, that. And I dunno why we didn't see that coming.

VARDAMAN
Mhm.

He drinks his shalott.

CORALINE
And then there was the time Rahah's roomba got out and I chased off after it into the Nightmare lands waving a console gun...

VARDAMAN
Mmm.

He drinks his shalott.

CORALINE
And that thing with the pineapple. That doesn't even bear mentioning.

VARDAMAN
Mmm.

He drinks his shalott.

CORALINE
I'm really not so bright.
(she stops and looks at Vardaman)
And I have 15 wild badgers living in my trousers.

VARDAMAN
How proper.

He drinks his shalott. Coraline eyes him suspiciously, then stares into her own shalott.

CORALINE
I done fucked up.

VARDAMAN
(finally looking up)
So come up with a reason why you didn't.

CORALINE
What?

VARDAMAN
Make this your strength.

CORALINE
That doesn't even make sense.

Vardaman shrugs and considers pouring himself another mug, but then decides not to when his hand misses the bottle.

VARDAMAN
Drink your damn shalott.

CORALINE
Erm.

Coraline stares at it for a bit. It is clearly not appealing to her, but finally she drinks it - hunched over, holding it close, and somewhat resembling a chipmunk in doing so.

And everything goes black.



INT. Some other bar...

BOB
You ever have anything that would be completely wrong for a professional in your field to do, but you've always wanted to try it?

VARDAMAN
Kind of.

BOB
I had the chance, but I didn't try it. Now I don't even know.

VARDAMAN
There's probably a reason why it's wrong.

BOB
Yeah? What'd you do?

VARDAMAN
I gave a vampire some shalott.

BOB
Er... how did that turn out?

VARDAMAN
I wish I knew. One moment I was sitting there minding my own shalott as she did hers, the next it was two days later and I was waking up in some city I'd never even heard of with the worst hangover I've had in my life, and half the city guards trying to arrest me.

BOB
Because...

VARDAMAN
Dunno. Didn't stick around to find out.



Bad things happen.




EXT. Some city - night

Vardaman hunts down Coraline (it isn't hard; she has basically lost all control), and chases/fights her into the woods, eventually cornering her near the bottom of some cliff. They fight a bit, but everything a deathdealer is is designed specifically to take creatures such as these down, and he fairly quickly downs her. Insert details here, possibly something about a length of silver chain.

He winds up also having to nail her to the ground with his sword through her heart - something that is often done when trying to interrogate vampires because it so very effectively prevents them from moving, or something.

She continues to struggle, but it amounts to nothing.

Vardaman tries to get through to her, but this likewise amounts to nothing.

The sun rises, and though they remain in the shadow of the cliff for now, the ambient light weakens her further. She finally stops struggling.

Vardaman sits down a few feet away and tries to think.

VARDAMAN
How the fuck did it come to this?


FLASHBACK to something:

Vardaman is doing something and Rahah starts talking in his head because that's what gods do, or something.

RAHAH
Vardaman. Hear me.

VARDAMAN
Agh! Could you not do that?

RAHAH
I am sorry, but you must hear me. Do not kill Karoliina Hämäläinen.

VARDAMAN
(confused)
What?

RAHAH
Coraline. She is still needed.

VARDAMAN
There isn't any Coraline left! I've tried to get through to her; there's nothing there.

RAHAH
The being she is was born of unimaginable torment. A simulacrum of the same will bring her back. Test her to be sure. Should she offer any recognition, ask her about Acais Vercos. She will have had no interactions with that world, so it will be... appropriate.

VARDAMAN
And if she answers true?

RAHAH
Then you must leave her to find herself. Sun and sword will remind her what she is.

VARDAMAN
That's fucking torture. She won't be able to get out of that.

RAHAH
You're a Deathdealer, Vardaman. Deathdealers bring death. And this is, though of another sort. She'll find the strength.

VARDAMAN
How the fuck...

RAHAH
You'll have to trust me on this. It is... simply what we are.


BACK TO PRESENT:

A passing HUNTER notices them, and also notices how odd it looks. Vardaman doesn't seem to notice him at first, or possibly just doesn't care.

HUNTER
(approaching)
Hail! Are you all right?

Vardaman looks up and waves the hunter away.

VARDAMAN
Go on your way, hunter. This is deathdealer business.

HUNTER
(now only more interested)
Oh?
(noticing Coraline)
Is that a vampire?

VARDAMAN
(he sighs)
Yes.

He does a thing involving blood that causes her to both try to drink it and shrink away like it burns.

HUNTER
(intrigued and only slightly judgementally)
You're torturing her.

VARDAMAN
I have to be sure. I can't just...

There is an awkward pause.

VARDAMAN
(turning back to the hunter)
Could you ''please'' go away?

CORALINE
(weakly)
Vardaman?

VARDAMAN
(kneeling beside her or something)
Hey! Do you know where you are? Can you tell me your name?

CORALINE
What...
(she stares around in confusion, and tries to move)
Where am I? Vardaman, it hurts...

VARDAMAN
Shh, it's okay. What's your name?

CORALINE
Coraline. Coraline Henderson.

HUNTER
(leaning closer)
Coraline? Isn't that...?

VARDAMAN
(interrupting him)
Shut up.
(to Coraline)
Coraline, you were running from something. Do you know what it was?

CORALINE
No... what? I can't...

VARDAMAN
Think.

She tries, she really does, but she doesn't know, or can't remember.

CORALINE
It's so hot. So much... hurts...

VARDAMAN
Focus. Who reigns king of the sandcastle?

CORALINE
Kyrule of Arling Tor.

VARDAMAN
Who reigns for Acais Vercos?

CORALINE
Dremeou Vouson?

VARDAMAN
Urgh.

Vardaman rises, clearly not happy about this answer at all.

HUNTER
Why don't you just kill her?

VARDAMAN
(grumpily)
Kyrule would have me do just that.

CORALINE
(pleadingly)
So why haven't you?

VARDAMAN
(grumpily and bitterly)
Because your sister has other plans for you. And you're still you. As much as I hate to get between two gods, I fear she is the one to listen to here.

He drops his skull coin next to her.

CORALINE
What? No! No... you can't...

VARDAMAN
I am sorry, Coraline. You're still needed.

Vardaman abruptly turns and pulls the hunter away.

CORALINE
Vardaman!

VARDAMAN
(he looks back)
When darkness falls, your strength will return. Go on then, but this time, remember who you are. Remember what's at stake, and get to the bottom of whatever it is you've sensed. And for the gods' sake, stop fucking feeding on everyone you run into.

As he leaves, taking the hunter with him, she starts to sob.

Later, when they're further along the path, and the sun is finally high enough to reach into the valleys, they hear the screams begin...


== ? ==

CORALINE
How far we've come, Vardaman. Would you move on, yet, slip into the sweet embrace we guard so dearly?

VARDAMAN
Not yet. Not yet. But it will be a welcome boon.

CORALINE
(whisper)
I am glad, then. I would not want to go this alone, even now.

VARDAMAN
Alone? But you are never alone.

CORALINE
Memories and dreams, Vardaman. You are real. You have walked with me, fought with me, exchanged words with me... these are real. These are more than anyone else has given me.
(She sighs)
We look to the gods to make things better, but they do not make things real. Or we look to words. For me it was always words, but the end is still the same.

They stand around in silence for a time, mulling over the moment.

VARDAMAN
So what now?

CORALINE
(She smiles)
Same as ever. We've still got a mystery to save, you know.
</screenplay>


= Dump =

But what had changed? What was the same? He was lost, and not knowing what else to do, he prayed for help, for guidance.

There was a vague whispering. It rose to a roar before Coraline's voice answered in his head. ''Just do what you always have. The rituals are the same, and the words don't matter. It's only what they need to hear that matters.'' There was a pause. ''Also hi. This is weird.''

He almost laughed, but caught himself at the last moment. That would not have helped anything.

And Coraline, answering prayers? Strange world it had become, but there were more pressing matters. Services to perform, rituals to carry out. Goodbyes for the departed, but even more so for those they had left behind. And she was right. These motions he knew.



----



Rahah held up the silvery key, examining the intricate detail of the curled twist. "Vardaman," she said gravely, "You do realise how much trouble your god went to to get this away from me in the first place, right?"

"Of course not," he said sarcastically. "Why would I know anything about that?"

She snorted.



----



Jayna Arisdar - rogue (planeborn)
Andrew Lells - warrior
T'call - healer (Erdra elf)
Jamester Kershaw - mage

Orin, 



....whah.




everyone standing around confused, then huge thing comes bearing down on them out of nowhere...



Dave.

Room like the lab where she had awoken, constructed of shadows. She sits on a desk, empty of its busy junk, holding a wordless book in her hands...

"You're not real," she says when they enter. "Just figments."

"Of course we're not real," Rahah says. "We're dreaming. You're dreaming too."

"I can't dream. If only I could, I could leave this place. If only I could leave." She emphasises 'leave' as though it means something more, something else entirely.

Rahah holds out a hand. "You can, Dave. Come home."

"I'm not Dave."

"It's a name given and taken. The name is yours. You are Dave, and I am also Dave."

Dave says nothing, just stares at the empty book in her hands, tracing words that aren't there.

"Come home and sleep, Dave. Sleep, and dream, and be free."

Finally she looks up. "And end this?"

"Yes. It's over."

She smiles and nods tiredly, then asks, "Did it work? Did they get home? And what of Amadi, and Elia, and the others?"

"Shh, dear one. It doesn't matter. They're coming home too."

Dave smiles and fades away, and the room fades with her into the black canvas of the no-space dream, leaving only the silence behind.

"Her friends?" Andrew asks. "They never made it home, did they?"

She stands slowly. "No. But they made their decisions." The no-space fades into light. "It's funny, though. Dave never thought she could dream. But when she had nothing, she dreamed up that room, and she dreamed up hope. It's what kept her going. Poor thing."



It was a cottage. White stucco walls, window boxes, a tile roof. A cobble path led to the porch door. A goat, tied to an old tire, grazed the lawn.

"What's this?" one of them asked.

"A cottage," another said.

The asker nodded sagely. "Oh, I see now. Yes. It's all clear."

"The heart," Rahah said, ignoring them. "My heart."



They found her sitting at the kitchen table, bathed in light, a half-eaten brunch and newspaper full of funnies laid out before her. She looked up as they entered, and smiled, and said, "Hello. I've been waiting for you."

"Me?" Arsten asked. It was unclear if even he knew if he was joking.

"For all of you. For now. This," she said, now staring at Rahah. "I so, so want to be angry. But I just cannot do it. You even took my rage from me. You took everything, and you left me here to wait."

Rahah shook her head. "It wasn't me."

"I have wanted it for so very long, but instead I sit here and I bask in the cheer and all the waiting means nothing."

"It wasn't me," Rahah repeated.

"So very long..."

Silence fell on the summery room. One of the others fidgetted, then, finally, to break the silence, asked, "Who was it, then?"

Rahah shook her head slowly. "I... I don't remember."

The woman at the table started laughing, a slow chuckle, rising almost to a cackle, before falling off completely. "It was me," she said in a dead tone. "All of this? My doing. Yours too. You will see." She smiled again, with both welcome and menace. "You're home now. You will meet no more resistance here."



----



After 200-some years, Abearanoth was different. It still had the general vibes of myth and legend, and the strange, strange sensations of perfect normalcy, but it was, all in all, a different world. Technology and Progress had passed by, though as far as Coraline was concerned they were still well behind anything she was comfortable with, even outside of the Angler's Internet realm of stolen Star Wars monikers and impossible science. This, she supposed, was more... Victorian, perhaps? She wasn't sure, something about having spent her recent History courses reading Discworld instead of actually paying attention to the lectures, but it was probably something along those lines. Not that the Victorians of her world had ever done much by way of blimps, she thought as one drifted overhead.

Whatever the case, the world of Abearanoth had passed her by without actually catching up in the slightest. They had phones and such and magic and such and some semblance of industrialisation, but now it just looked like it was waiting for Cthulhu as opposed to the return of the king.



----



"You have a badger on your head."

He looked up. "Hmm?"

"You have a badger on your head," the waitress repeated. "You do realise this, right?"

"Oh, sure," he said. "Nothing terribly unusual there."

She frowned. "Er, okay. Need anything, or...?"

"Naw, I'm good for now." He turned back to the paper; meanwhile the waitress shrugged and went back to her rounds.



----



"That's him," she said, pointing. "Right there. With a badger on his head."



----



"Hey."

"Huh?" Coraline looked up.

"You mind is elsewhere - what were you thinking about?" he said.

"Pirates!" Coraline said. Might as well tell the truth. He just looked blank, however, so she waved an imaginary cutlass and continued, "Arr! Avast, ye landlubber!"

"Pirates," the old elf repeated.

"Right."

"Like in the moving pictures?"

"Erm... sure." Coraline hadn't even realised they had moving pictures already, but if they did of course there would be pirates. There were always pirates.

The elf nodded, sipping his tea. "All the rage amongst the youngsters these days. I understand it, Saint Cloud has another one in the making, too, but it won't be out for awhile yet."

"What, a travelogue by Edward Teller? Short film on the kingdom of death?"

"No..." he said, looking at her. "Why would you ask that?"

"Well..." She didn't quite know how to ask. "It's not... ''Emily'' Saint Cloud, is it?"

He nodded. "This one's ''Wasteland'', they called it. Supposed to be something special, something new, the likes of which nobody has ever seen. Like anyone has ever seen any of these before." He snorted. "Moving pictures... like anyone's seen anything like these at all."

"Fern was right," Coraline whispered. "Same names. Same things. Mirrors." The old elf was watching her over his tea, but she didn't even care. "I could have sworn Ypheirod was a cat, Kyrule a writer... and Vardaman was dead. The entire point of Vardaman was that he was dead, and dead mum never even knew the difference. But it's all different."

"Life," he said. "Always is."

Somehow Coraline resisted the urge to do a Marvin impression in response.



----



The three of them sat down by the fire and stared at various things in the room that weren't each other. Finally they agreed that the entire thing had probably been a horrible idea. Technically they had all died. They were in another universe, in the middle of a fight that had nothing to do with them and that next to nobody else even knew about. They had each, on various occasions, utterly betrayed each other. They were also the closest thing to family any of them really had anymore.

What they didn't agree on was what the entire thing had been, or if it was even over.



----



It helps to stay in motion. It helps to have a center, a place to return to, a family to turn to, a dream to cling to...



----



It was a kitchen, but unlike any he had ever seen before. Counters with built-in sinks lined two walls, and cupboards flanked them as was common custom, but it was also full of several appliances that he did not recognise, one of which had a large note taped to it in a script he couldn't read. White was the predominant colour, with deep brown and grey accents giving it all a distinct aesthetic that might have been quite nice were it not so cluttered. The counters themselves were littered with odds and ends, including several frying pans, a few bags of snacks, an ornate recurve bow that he knew all too well, and about fifty small seedling pots. There were also several large pots and pans sitting around the floor.

Of all the things he might have been expecting, this was not it.

"Hello?" he called. There was no response, then one of the pots started whirring and rose a bit off the ground, and he realised it wasn't a pot. In fact he had no idea what it was. It hovered in place for a moment, then whirred toward one of the doorways. 

Hoping it might lead somewhere, he followed it.


----



"What's the worst that could happen?"

"Oh, just the end of the universe," Coraline said glumly. "More likely the city'll get levelled and we'll just wind up with another rift here, though."

"Like the one in Sannesee?" The entire party had seen the beginnings, so long ago. A strange darkness to the air, dead plants all around in an expanding circle, and just this... hole in space, whispering to them over the distance.

"Yeah. Bigger, though."



----



Coraline yelped and rubbed her head.

"Are you okay?" Tessa asked.

"Yeah," she said. She opened her hand and found the key, once again accounted for. Bloody gods, she though to herself, but even so, she smiled. "Kyrule pulled his head out of his arse."

"Oh?" Zaeres look intrigued, and also amused at the wording. "How do you know that?"

She twirled the key. "He told me so, and restored his blessing." It was somewhat amusing because as an undead, she had found his touch quite painful, but for some reason she also didn't expect he had regretted that at all. "Bit painful, actually."

Tessa frowned and exchanged glances with Lorelei, who looked downright worried. 

Zaeres smiled thinly. "I can only imagine."

"Nevermind that, though. You were saying what happened on Dresore?"

"Hold a moment," Lorelei said. "You serve Kyrule?"

Coraline cocked her head. "Mmm, aye. Not that he and I necessarily see eye-to-eye on some topics. I'm very opinionated, see. Very opinionated."

"What topics?"

"Such as the one you're worried about, perhaps?" She smiled. "I have no problem with the undead, as a general rule. So long as they don't bother me or mine, I ain't going to go bother them or theirs. It's just another way to live, really, and to come at it otherwise just seems... bigoted to me."

"But we're not alive."

Coraline laughed out loud. "By whose definition? Life is what you make it, and anything that manages to move about and generate energy, especially if it happens to have some sort of consciousness, seems pretty damn alive to me. After that it just comes down to the same things as it does for anyone."

"Yes?"

"Something about disruption and a base level of equilibrium." She chewed her lip. "Something. It can reproduce, make more of itself, that's that thing what classifies lifeforms."

Zaeres smiled over his wine. "You always did have all the answers, Denereise."

"Well, I am a librarian," Coraline said haughtily, though she was somewhat worried about the fact that currently she didn't even have her usual answers.



----



The gate guards watched as the cloaked and hooded figure passed through, but did nothing to stop her. Those who meant ill rarely dressed so tackily or moved so silkily, and it was well known that no demon or undead could pass upon these holy grounds. Well, with perhaps one exception, but that woman hadn't ''really'' been a demon, strictly speaking.

Coraline headed for the main temple. In the darkness everything was still; though it was not yet late, most of the temple was asleep. Those who watched over the dead tended to prefer daylight.



----



She moved to continue on, but Arsten poked her elbow. "You're not in a hurry, are you?"

"No, not really," Coraline said. She waited for him to elaborate, but he just stood there watching her instead. "Do you need something?" she finally asked.

"Oh, could you take a look at this? I could use an outside opinion." He gestured for her to follow and turned around and set off without giving her room to respond. Bemused, she followed.

He led her to what was probably some kind of lab. Several large tables took up most of the floor, littered with artefacts and experiments, and larger objects lined the walls and were shoved into corners. Several chairs were scattered about as well; it seemed Arsten shared this lab, but the others had slightly more typical sleeping patterns. 

One of the tables had a large Book of Dreams open on it, but before she could investigate, Arsten activated a small blocky thing and suddenly a huge hologram of what appeared to be a giant piece of cheese filled the room. It seemed to be wavering slightly, and made her eyes hurt.

"I can't seem to figure what's wrong with it. It's finally showing, but it's wrong." He looked at her and shook his head in confusion. "Does that look right to you?"

She pulled her eyes away and immediately felt better; it seemed the thing had managed to make her mildly ill as well. "What's the refresh rate?"

"Re... oh!" He excitedly started fiddling with something on the contraption. "That's brilliant! Of course the light decays quite quickly, so it needs to refresh it whenever something changes, but it also needs to maintain it, so... yes, here." 

The cheese shuddered violently, and then became still. Coraline hesitated, then looked directly at it again. It was no longer wavering, and now for all the world looked exactly like a giant glowing block of cheese hovering in the air, with no ill effects.

"At last!" he shouted. "And everyone thought it was impossible!"

Coraline eyed him suspiciously. "Who are you, Ponder Stibbons?"

Arsten looked confused, but picked up a notebook. "Who? No. What's your name?"

"Coraline." She poked at the cheese, but her hand passed right through it. There was nothing to touch or feel, simply the illusion to see, a matrix of light.

"Right," he said, and started scribbling. "Date, is it still... help of Coraline... works now... reasonably stable, hasn't puked..."

She looked closer. She could see the threads, the mesh that defined the shape and guided the light, but they were faint, behind the image itself. She wondered if this was how holograms normally worked.



----



"To have faith so strong that even when your god abandoned you, you remained resolute..." He shook his head. "I cannot comprehend it."

"Neither can I." 

"But..." The preceptor looked confused.

"I just said 'fuck 'im' and then focussed on more pressing problems."



----



"It is not your place to question," Daru said flatly.

"You do not even see it at the worlds fall to pieces, and you would have us sit idly by?" Kyrule persisted. "On what?"

"Oh, he sees it," Coraline said. "He just welcomes it." 

"A petty insect thinks to presume it knows the truth?"

She smiled up at him. "If I am wrong, then call me wrong by name. If it is not so, then tell the truth." 

She had nothing, and yet here she was, standing up to the god of all gods. But it occurred to her nothing was all she needed. It was all she had ever needed.

Daru moved, but Coraline was already gone.



----



"Don't mess with this hair. It already ate my brush."



----



There was a somewhat sparkly sound and a puff of smoke, then Sherandris appeared before them with a giant block of tofu on his head, or perhaps over; it appeared as though he had simply taken the biggest piece he could find and stuffed his head into it, though the possibility of doing such a thing made no practical sense.

He was immediately followed by a loud discordant scrawing noise as several fanged hams appeared around him and started sqlorshing away in all directions.

"Whngh," he said, wobbling slightly and reaching around in case there was anything nearby, although there wasn't. It was clear he couldn't see for the tofu which covered his entire face.

Rahah and Coraline exchanged looks, and then Rahah grinned and ran after the hams.

"Oh, Sherandris, my love," Coraline called out in what she hoped was a sweet voice.

The tofu swivelled toward her. "Mrrnk?"

She walked slowly toward him. "Oh, my love, how I've missed you."

Off to the side, Rahah managed to grab and immediately lose control of a particularly large ham. It almost squorched away, then suddenly leapt at her, as though it had decided it would rather try to eat her hair.

"Nnng nnk," the tofu said.

"Let us never be apart again, my love." Reaching Sherandris, Coraline pushed the tofu up with a horrible squelch, thought it only moved a few centimetres. One of the hams made a similar squelch in sympathy as Rahah's foot came down on its tail.

Sherandris, his mouth finally free, asked, "Is it you?"

Coraline answered by kissing him, and despite her best efforts got a nose-full of tofu.



----



"It's like none of you've ever gotten a bunch of fanged hams tangled in your hair."

There was a long pause, and then Kyrule said, "Yes, that's it. That's it exactly. It has nothing to do with anything else that just happened, of course; it's merely a matter of the hams tangled in your hair right now."

"You said it," Rahah said.

"See," Coraline said to Sherandris, "This is why I like him. There's just something about a god that isn't afraid to sass..."

"Oh, I could sass you like nobody's business," Sherandris said.

Coraline grinned. "Oh, I know it."

"Ey!" Rahah called. "Will you two knock it off and stop flirting over there? He's mine!" She looked straight at Coraline.

"Is he?" Coraline yelled back. "You come and get him!"

Rahah frowned at them, then turned back to the others. "Meh, too much effort."

Sherandris snorted.

"Ah, the perks of falling in love with a lunatic?" Coraline wondered.

"Lunatic, or lazy bum. Call her what you will."