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= Maybe =

== Part 0 ==

=== 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.

== Notes ==
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= Heap of disorderly bits =
== 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.

Teeth were supposed to do this. This is what grins were, were they not?

The lead sphinx abruptly stopped and gave her a disgruntled look. "You're not her," it said. The other two also stopped their curling grins, teeth fading back into luscious fur, and suddenly they were nothing more than three winged cats sitting in the road.

Coraline stared at them. This she hadn't expected. "I'm not?" she said. "Who am I, then?"

The lead sphinx snapped at her. She stared at it curiously. Nothing really happened for a bit.

== Tower ==
<screenplay>

EXT. Top of a ridiculously tall tower; City of Death

Coraline is standing at the top of the tower. She has her staff in one hand and is vaguely watching a solitary tree in the distance beyond the city walls.

The tree suddenly erupts and is replaced by an army. A very distant army. That is somehow still recognisable as an army.

Irked, Coraline shoots at it with the staff and is sent flying in the opposite direction off the top of the tower.


A BIT LATER - BASE OF THE TOWER:

Coraline is now lying on here back with a tentacle crab perched on her nose, staff lying on the ground nearby. Kyrule is standing behind her.

Coraline bats the crab off her nose and gets up.

KYRULE
Normally we allow them at least the illusion of hope, you know.

CORALINE
(picking up her staff)
Yeah? Er... what exactly happened?

KYRULE
The invaders were eradicated before they ever got close.

CORALINE
What about the tree?

KYRULE
The tree is as it was.

CORALINE
Oh.

There is a somewhat awkward pause.

KYRULE
How exactly is it that you came upon such a weapon?
 
CORALINE
(holding the staff close)
Sherandris.

KYRULE
He gave it to you?

CORALINE
(suspiciously, like a gopher)
Maybe.

KYRULE
Did he tell you anything about it?

CORALINE
(considering)
Well... He said to have fun. And something about being careful, and 'if you accidentally blow yourself up I'm not cleaning up the mess, but seriously don't blow yourself up'. Apparently it's kind of a... dangerous piece.

KYRULE
Dangerous.

CORALINE
Aye?

KYRULE
That is a resounding understatement.

Kyrule vanishes in some sort of fancy special effects.

CORALINE
Right. Thank you for that assessment. Very illuminating.

She notices a nearby sphinx watching cautiously and hisses at it. It hisses back and waggles its head slightly.

CORALINE
And what do you want?

SPHINX
Stories.

CORALINE
But there are always stories.

SPHINX
No stories here. Never any stories.

But the sphinx stares at her longingly nonetheles - it's the sort of longing dredged up out of unyielding despair, after all other hope had long since died.

Coraline sighs and looks around for something. A flock of fish drift by, but they don't seem particularly story-like. Finally she sorts something out and starts walking.

CORALINE
(gesturing to the sphinx)
Come with and I'll tell you one.


LATER:

CORALINE
And then they all lived happily ever after. Or perhaps not so happily, especially after Frank got hit by a truck.

SPHINX
And?

CORALINE
And nothing. It's the end.

SPHINX
Then what?

CORALINE
(frowning at the sphinx)
Then everyone threw a party and ate cheese.

SPHINX
Then what?

CORALINE
They ate more cheese.

SPHINX
Then what?

CORALINE
Cheese suddenly became sentient and ate them back.

SPHINX
And then what?

CORALINE
And then they were dead.

SPHINX
Dead.

CORALINE
Yes.

SPHINX
Then what?

Coraline gives the sphinx a cross look. A soul approaches, one of the Lost.

CORALINE
Hello?

The soul mouthes something wordlessly and flickers slightly. The sphinx hisses.

CORALINE
What eyes?

Again the mouthes something inaudible.

CORALINE
(shaking her head)
I don't see any eyes here.

The soul throws its head back and screams silently, a horrible piercing non-sound that fills every crevice and rebounds upon itself. The sphinx runs away. Coraline staggers.

CORALINE
Stop it! Be silent!

The soul stops, again flickering slightly, back in its original position as though it hadn't done a thing.

Coraline stares at it for a moment. 

CORALINE
Who were you?

THE LOST
''Nobody.''

CORALINE
David Weaver?

THE LOST
''No.''

CORALINE
Yes. You were David Weaver.

The soul takes a step backwards.

CORALINE
How came you here?

The response comes all at once, bundled fragments that unfold slowly, but the soul itself is already fading.

THE LOST
''Don't know.''

THE LOST
''Please!''

THE LOST
''Madness. Nonsense. Impossible.''

THE LOST
''World fell apart.''

THE LOST
''Roof caved in.''

THE LOST
''Just a dream.''

THE LOST
''He was in the wall, half in, half out.''

THE LOST
''Wake me, please. Please.''

And then it is gone.
</screenplay>

==Random ==

<screenplay>
KYRULE
There will be expectations.

CORALINE
There are always expectations.
</screenplay>

== Sphinx name ==

<screenplay>
Coraline is interrogating a sphinx.

CORALINE
(smoothing the base of the wings)
Do sphinxes have names?

SPHINX
Mayhap.

CORALINE
Do you?

SPHINX
(suspiciously)
Mayhap.

CORALINE
(stroking its neck and ears)
What is it?

SPHINX
(purring)
A name.

CORALINE
(scratching its ears; whispering)
Tell me.

The sphinx lets out a low growl.

SPHINX
(in ecstasy)
Gruntloons.

CORALINE
Hi Gruntloons!

The sphinx glares at her, then goes back to burying its face in her hand as she works on the other ear.
</screenplay>

== Shalias ==

<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.



INT. Hall of Judgement or something

Kyrule is looking godly. Coraline is sitting on the throne next to a sphinx; they seem to be having some sort of competition as to who can appear more bored.

Suddenly a wild Myrr appears with a Shalias.

MYRR OF SOULS
Lord. Hand.
(she bows, and gestures Shalias forward)
Shalias zu Harenai.

CORALINE
(jumping up) 
Shalias!

Coraline starts to run forward, then stops to more carefully jump down from the throne.

Shalias watches expressionlessly, and glances toward Kyrule.

CORALINE
It's an honour. To see you with eyes, and meet and be met.
(she stops)
Er, I'm Coraline.

SHALIAS
(uncertainly)
You. You are honoured to meet me?

CORALINE
Yes! Of course... I... wait, what?

Shalias smiles uncertaintly, like this makes no sense whatsoever. Because it probably doesn't.

KYRULE
Names have meanings, but names also hide meaning. To others, Shalias zu Harenai is known as the The Betrayer.

CORALINE
But that's just a story. That's not what happened.

SHALIAS
But it is. It was exactly that.

CORALINE
It wasn't what everyone said. You were strong, youfound a way where nobody else could. You got here, and you found an end to it.

SHALIAS
And I didn't choose it. I abandoned it.

CORALINE
Right, you saw something. Something made you choose that, something important, something that changed everything. I've been trying to figure out what it was.

SHALIAS
(she shakes her head sadly)
I was wrong. It was nothing. For my failure so many others had to suffer, and it fell on you to do what I could not.

CORALINE
No, you really weren't. Even if you couldn't find it, there's definitely something hokey here. That's why I wanted to talk to you.

SHALIAS
I don't know anything.

CORALINE
(somewhat exasperatedly)
You do! Even if you don't know you know, you don't know what you saw, it could be useful. Somehow.

KYRULE
Coraline...

CORALINE
Shalias, look.
(she points toward Kyrule)
That's Kyrule. He's the God of the Dead, the Keeper of Souls. He's this guy who generally is and does everything that happens after folks stop living, and anything and everything involved with souls.
...
?




SHALIAS
You did what I could not.

CORALINE
Aye, and I wouldn't be here at all had you done it. But I also wouldn't be here were it not for the decisions I made as well. Or something along those lines.

SHALIAS
I'm sorry.

CORALINE
(she shrugs)
Don't be. You lived.




SHALIAS
You're human?

CORALINE
(a bit confused)
Yeah.

KYRULE
Not exactly. She is a demigod.

CORALINE
I am? Since when?

KYRULE
Since you came to this world.

CORALINE
Er... what?




SHALIAS
Hold on. I feel like I should say something.

CORALINE
What?

SHALIAS
No idea, but something this momentous should have some sort of commentary.




CORALINE
You want weird? Suppose you took Hazz'ridan and Cthulhu and pitted them against each other in a deathmatch in a ring of jello. I don't know how that could possibly get any weirder.




CORALINE
Well, the thing with the City of Death is it's not really one City - it's a whole lot of Cities, all kind of right on top of each other, and I tend to pass between them quite easily, often without even realising it. Now that's fine if you're just walking around, but suppose you want somewhere to sit. And then suppose what you sat on suddenly isn't there anymore.

SHALIAS
What, you aren't sitting on anything?

CORALINE
Yeah, it's not good. Now this space here, it's a good space, but the only thing really consistent, that always shows up, is the throne. Kyrule never really uses it, so one day I decided to pull an Alice. There was a sphinx sitting there, I plopped up next to it and was all like, "Hi sphinx!" and the sphinx was all like, "Grrrrr." 

Shalias glances toward the throne and there is indeed a sphinx sitting on it watching them.

CORALINE
It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
</screenplay>

== Rhi, the destroyer of worlds ==

<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.

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

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

Rhi shrieks and moves toward Coraline, advancing, 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.

The voices, the words, rise to a howling - 'wouldn't change it', 'nothing', 'too late', and other sentiments, too, lost beneath the storm.

CORALINE
I understand. No regrets.

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

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.

CORALINE
No deception.

KYRULE
She speaks true, Rhianya of the Lost. Done is done, and it will not be held against 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
(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 Arikdirin Vak. 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!
</screenplay>

== Runner ==

<screenplay>
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.
</screenplay>

== Random ==

<screenplay>
CORALINE
It was staring me right in the face all along.
</screenplay>

== The dead sister returns ==

<screenplay>
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.
I mean, I didn't want to be dead. I wanted to be a firefighter.

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>

== Randoms ==

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



----



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.
}}



== Champions ==

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 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 called 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 confused look it was probably fortunate he couldn't entirely 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 orcan, forward. The orcan, large even by orcan standards, 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 orcan, 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.

Somehow it worked - the string tangled in the axes, one of them bonked the guy in the head, and he fell sideways, impaling himself on the other.

She stared blankly. "Er," she said.

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 shifted oddly, and became a strange blur of shape and colour. The blur charged at her. She dodged out of the way. It charged at her again, and again she dodged. Then she didn't dodge and just grabbed the guy, tweaked his nose, and then hurled him out of the circle.

She hadn't actually expected that to work. On the other hand, she didn't really know how powerful she really was, either. It was difficult to evaluate these things when all she ever did normally was sit around reading.

Then the champion was back beside Nausica, rubbing his nose.

"That was not necessary," Nausica said.

"Sorry," Coraline said.

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. Or something.

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."

"Under 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, that," the liche said. "You do seem so lovely, for a living." It swept its minions forward.

Coraline grabbed one of them and smacked it at the others, fending them off amidst unhappy squawking noises. This went on for a bit, though it was clear than neither the minions nor Coraline quite had their hearts in it.

Then Coraline just sort of stopped, holding the minion in her hands up a bit as the remaining minions piled up around her feet and legs.

"Oh dear oh dear, I seem to be surrounded," she said.

The liche shook its head bemusedly. "They won't attack you. They just do not want to."

"Can you blame them?" Coraline asked. "I mean, I'm just so pretty."

"Perhaps not," it said, summoning up a cloud of horrible magic. "But I must defeat you." 

Coraline backed away. She tried to remember if she knew any spells to try to fend this sort of thing off, but before she knew it, the cloud had settled all around her. She stopped, but nothing much happened for a bit. When nothing much continued to happen, she said, "Um."

Then she yelled, somewhat dorkily, "What is dead may never die!" and flapped her arms a bit until the cloud dispersed.

Her opponent was already shaping out another spell.

Clearly it was time to actually do something. Something. And she had just the thing. 

She ran back for the book, flat out, then slid the last couple metres in an attempt to not go careening right into Kyrule. The attempt failed, however, and she bounced off what might have been his legs.

"Sorry," Coraline said, and grabbed the book, only to find Veshura's champion swinging a scythe of pure blackness at her. She ducked, dodged under the scythe, and ran for it in the opposite direction, back into the middle of the circle, in the process narrowly avoiding further swings and thrusts as spears of darkness jabbed into the space where she had been. Finally she rolled out of range entirely, book clutched to her stomach, and stood quickly, almost falling over again before she entirely regained her balance.

The liche was watching in desperation as she turned to face it, but it had already thrown everything it had at her. Coraline smiled, and opened the book triumphantly.

The song 'Everything is Awesome' from The Lego Movie blared out into the circle. She almost dropped it.

The liche just stared.

Kyrule cocked his head and said something unintelligible over the loud music.

"That's it?!" the liche yelled after a moment of utter loud possibly-awesomeness. "Why did you even go after that if it doesn't do anything useful?"

"I wanted to see if you'd try to stop me!" Coraline yelled back. "And I wouldn't call this nothing!"

"So what is it?!" the liche yelled.

"I have no idea!" Coraline yelled. "I'll let you know if I ever find out!"

The liche gave her a decidedly skeptical look, then just threw its arms in the air and retreated back to Veshura.

Coraline slammed the book shut and the music stopped. In the sudden silence, she realised her ears were ringing.

"Holy fuck," she said quietly. She could hardly even hear herself.

Another champion was coming forward - Alyre's. This one was a beautiful elven woman, who walked with an oddly sensual gait - odd because that normally was just not what elves did. The woman said something at her that she couldn't entirely hear.

Coraline smacked herself in the side of her head, and suddenly all the sound and noise of the City was bubbling up around her once more. "Sorry?" Coraline said.

"I said, this challenge will take no fighting," the other repeated.

"Great," Coraline said. "I hate fighting. It's a pain in the arse."






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."




"This is going nowhere. Can I concede?"

"No," Kyrule said behind her.

Coraline grumbled, then turned her attention back to her challenger. "What's brown and sticky?"

"A stick," he said.

Or she could just get right to the point. "One of the gods here today has deceived the others. He has seen past and future, and in so doing, undone the ties that might once have bound him. Which is he?"

The other champion looked around at the circle of gods, but none gave any indication that it might be them. Finally he shook his head. "I don't know. Who is it?"

"Kyrule," Coraline said.

There was a stir around the circle. The other champion frowned, bowed, and returned to Neiryo's side.

"How?" Veshura asked.

Coraline held up a hand. "First, will there be any other challengers?"

The circle held, dissent echoing amidst the gods. It seemed they were done. She was the victor.

Finally, Coraline nodded. "You are all here because you answered a challenge, and is so doing, shown your willingness to step outside the normal bounds of the law," she said, addressing the whole lot of them. "The real challenge, however, is tied to the answer to that riddle."

There was another stir amongst the gods. Vaguely she wondered what Kyrule made of her randomly taking point like this, but once she'd figured out what he was actually doing here, it had seemed appropriate. It was, after all, based on her plan.

"Long ago, when most of you were still quite young, the god of Dream opened a portal to a horrible future. It was only through Kyrule's intervention that she was stopped with the aid of the other Powers. Thus he defeated and slew her, and took the pieces and scattered them throughout the realms, that she might never return. You all know this story. Some of you were there.

"But that is just the story. That is not what happened."




Kyrule and Eapherod had already gone through the portal. They had seen the terrible future, and participated in it, and did everything they could to avert the end when it finally did come, but in that future, it was already too late. They failed.

So they came back, instead, back to the present they had left, back to when there still remained hope. Only poblem was when they arrived they found a whole bunch of other gods pointing weapons at them asking what in the blazes was going on here? And the truth was completely ridiculous. They couldn't even quite beleive it themselves.

So Kyrule just sort of sidestepped the issue by pretending none of it had actually happened, and that what had happened was all Eapherod's fault. Totally Eapherod's fault. He was just here to stop her. Yes. Help.

Except he was a bit more convincing than that, obviously.

You know the rest. The unfortunate thing is that Eapherod is basically the only one of you who could even have stood against this end, and now she's all dead-like. Good job. Well played. Top kek.







"She's the ''founder'', Kyrule. Everything I have learned and know is nothing to what she can do, because she knows it all."

"You're sysadmins," he responded.

"To put it in her words, yeah, it's like we're both sysadmins, but she's also a developer on the side. So we have the same rights; she'd just know all the nooks and crannies."

"But if she's so powerful," Ghurasis said, "How were we able to defeat her at all?"

"Because she let us," Orin said.






Kyrule issued the general challenge

*Neiryo
*Nausica
*Orin
*Veshura
*Ghurasis
*Alyre

*Brenn
*Tessian
*Hantanatani



*Eapherod
*Sherandris




== Randoms ==



{{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."


== A Very Useful Book ==

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''.

== Hat ==

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.



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"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.

== Randoms ==

{{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.''



== Tower ==

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.

== Sphinxes ==

{{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.

== Nature of the City ==

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.
}}

== The Fall ==

"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?"


== Items ==

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



== Nature of the universe ==

{{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.
}}

== Shalias again maybe? ==

"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."



----



"Holding omnipotence in your hands..."



----



Hazz'ridan.



----



"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."



----



{{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...
}}



== The other side ==

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.

=== Alice ===

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...

== Shadow under stone ==

<screenplay>
EXT. CITY OF DEATH 

Kyrule does something grand, appearing dramatically or something.

Coraline is nearby and isn't really paying attention, and is subsequently knocked down by the blast.
She rolls over slightly and starts to get up, but then notices an odd cobblestone and instead tips it up for a closer look. A shadow pokes its head out indignantly.

SHADOW
What you bothering me for?

CORALINE
What are you doing down here?

SHADOW
I LIVE here, you know.

CORALINE
Down there? Doesn't that get dusty?

The shadow glowers at her.

Meantime a group of Damned are trying to stand up to Kyrule. They're not doing a very good job of it, but one of them throws a shoe at Coraline. It bounces off a nearby cobblestone, then the shadow suddenly darts an appendage out and devours it.

Coraline finally turns around and looks at the lot of them.

DAMNED
(insistently)
...the torment of the Lost!

CORALINE
(yelling after him)
Oy, I'm not a Lost, I'm a lunatic!

KYRULE
Hollow words change nothing.
(threateningly)
You have taken a step too far, and a sentence can change.

Coraline starts to get up.

SHADOW
Don't you talk to them! They'll ruin you.

CORALINE
(looking back)
Huh?

DAMNED
(pointing toward Coraline)
And that? Endless torment, not knowing what they are, wandering and alone, is that really justice? What sort of sentence is that?

CORALINE
(indignantly)
One chosen and taken, thankyouverymuch! You got a problem with my wordage, you take it up with me.

DAMNED
You're trapped in a prison with no end. Do you not see it?

SHADOW
Trapped here, really? That sounds dreadful.

CORALINE
Um.

DAMNED
So Damned that they cannot even see their damnation? You take everything from them!

CORALINE
(raising a hand)
Technically I think that's the sphinxes.

SHADOW
Spot on, for a live-er.

DAMNED
What?

CORALINE
That do the taking. They take the stories, and they take the worlds, and the dreams, and everything that folks have, and then there's nothing left but a wandering shell. Except with most folks, that's all they are in the first place, isn't it? They just make up pretty stories to cover it up because they don't want to face what they are, but take that away and really nothing changes. Just a bit more honest, or something.

SHADOW
Something.

KYRULE
Coraline is not one of the Lost.

CORALINE
That's what I said, wasn't it?

SHADOW
You really expect him to listen to you? Not likely.

DAMNED
(uncertainly)
A lunatic?

KYRULE
She is counted among my Honoured Dead. What she chooses to do with her time is her own accord, though it may not exactly...

CORALINE
Look, love, if you've got a better idea, you say it to my eyeballs, yes'm?

KYRULE
(addressing Coraline)
Do you even remember who you are?

CORALINE
Remembering more by the moment. Forgetting more, too. It's all good, though. Ain't no living without dying, or whatever it was the old man said. I'll sort it out tomorrow, once I find the book. It's around here somewhere.

KYRULE
This is insane. You cannot possibly think this is the proper way forward.

CORALINE
Proper? You want to talk to me about proper, King what doesn't even know a Dark? Not that I'd know, either. Hells, I suppose I'd not even know who I am, if it came to it.

KYRULE
That's nonsense, and you know it.

SHADOW
(slinking toward Coraline)
A dark, you say? I might know a thing or two, you know.

CORALINE
(to Kyrule)
Oh, really? This shadow seems to think otherwise. Bright creatures, shadows. I dunno why nobody ever listens to them.

SHADOW
Usually because they don't know we can talk.

KYRULE
What are you doing here, Emissary, really?

CORALINE
Waiting, of course. That's all I'm really doing, you know. What comes after, why, that's a whole other story.

KYRULE
Then you should find that story. It matters even now.

SHADOW
You can't rush these things, you know.

CORALINE
Aye, you can't rush these things. We have all the time in the world, right until it runs out. But you know that. You were there when it did run out. It why you're here now, knowing entirely too much for the situation. It's why you were named, a King who cannot be.

KYRULE
You can't know that.

CORALINE
Of course I don't, but dreamers dream what they will. More on this later when I find my mask. If I find it. I hope it won't be asking too much... will you... catch me if I fall?

KYRULE
None will fall here if I do not will it to be so. You will be safe.

CORALINE
Wills falter in the dark. I do so hope you're right. Or I will, if I ever find out what I'm talking about.

DAMNED
Why would you fall?

Meanwhile the other two damned start to pull away from the entire situation.

DAMNED
(pulling on the other)
Hey, come on. We should get out of here.

DAMNED
Yeah, alright.

CORALINE
Because I must, of course.

SHADOW
(shrinking back into its hole)
When you do, I've got room here. Cozy down under.

CORALINE
Er, thanks. Um.

KYRULE
So be it.

Kyrule vanishes.
</screenplay>

== Sphinx story ==

<screenplay>
Cutaway - show stuff while talking - story?



CORALINE
A story of stories.

SPHINX
Story.

CORALINE
Your story, sweet soul. You remember only the loss, the sorrow, only the hunger, not the story.

We see the sphinxes, filling the City of death, perching on arches, languishing in corners, waiting and lolling. They look hungry and insipid. One pounces on a passing Lost, but there is no heart to it, simply a thing to be done before slinking back to a corner and waiting. Always waiting.

CORALINE
But though the hunger defines you, though now, you are simply here, and you have always been here, and you hunger, it was not always so.



CORALINE
Once, you had a home, and you were not alone. You watched the skies and you basked in the dreams of the Dreaming God, soaking in stories and secrets, drowning in the lies that made the worlds true.
<br>
But the dreams dried up. They simply stopped. They were still there, of course, but with Dreamer dead, there wasn't anything left to gather and keep them in that library of hers, so they became sparce and ephemeral over time, and they could no longer sustain you, and that is when the hunger started, and grew. And grew. First you did not know what it was, for it was unlike any of the stories you'd seen, and then you did not know what it was, for it was unlike any of the stories you could still remember... and then you did not know what it was, for it was unlike anything you knew. Except you didn't know anything anymore, for there wasn't anything left at all.
<br>
Only nothing. Nothing at all but hunger and emptiness, nothing but the hunger that spread, and spread, and could not be sated.
<br>
For the first time in a thousand and a thousand and a thousand years, you were alone, truly alone.

Everything is grey. A sphinx falls into dust and blows away.

CORALINE
And then something changed. Something shifted. A presence. A story. He came. The grey man, the man with the stories.

SPHINX
(hissing)
The Dead Master.

CORALINE
You were drawn to him, out of your corners and crevices, out of the the depths of the Dreamer's realms. You came forth. He had meant to drive out out, but you would not be driven, not by him. Him, you would only follow. His story, and the story reflected, the story of the reflected story, drawing and calling and bringing you and your brethren out into the worlds.
</screenplay>



When it comes down to it, it's all stories. And dreams. Because stories are dreams and dreams are stories.


That was the problem, wasn't it? Stories get lost. Pour over them too many times, and they deteriorate, they fade away. You needed new ones. Fresh ones. A steady supply, and that dried up, so you went over the same ones again and again until they fell to pieces, until everything was forgot, even the very need for stories itself.


=== Amadi's variant ===

Shush, dear, dear fearsome soul, dear dead one from the empty lands. These are important men. One of them's a Keeper. Let them try what they must and be patient, for a bit.

There was no patience in the world before the world. What the folk wanted, they would have, for they could imagine it and it would be there. There was no hunger, in the time before time, but for one: the hunger for something new. Something more. Ideas were made and realized and they filled the world, which grew and grew, and -

One day, there were no more ideas. The world was full of everything that could be imagined. Imagination had run dry. The folk had grew weary of the hunger, purring within them, but they were tired. They could think of nothing more to sate it with.

== Backstory ==

<screenplay>
SPHINX
Hungry.

CORALINE
Story for the lost?

SPHINX
Hungry!

CORALINE
Well, then... here's a story I ain't told nobody.

SPHINX
(interrupting)
Still hungry!

CORALINE
Shhh. It helps, so let me finish.

The sphinx subsides a bit.

CORALINE
You've seen my story, but do you kmow why I'm here, in this place? 
</screenplay>

"Sherandris sent me here, to this 'verse," she said. "He asked me to do something crazy, something utterly insane, and noone could know, and I agreed to it for the very same reason he asked. For her." She shook her head. "He was willing to destroy himself for her. All I had to do was survive, and maybe it would work.

"But really I don't know why I'm here. I don't know how it was supposed to help, or what the hell Sherandris was thinking or if any of this had any chance from the start... but... but I ''am'' here. Thing is, I'm here because I trusted him, and that's really it."


== More shalias? ==

Oh, dear sphinx... you would have a story, would you? Because there is a story I can't quite figure out. It's all told well enough, but I just don't buy it.

It's the story of a woman called Shalias. They call the Betrayer, the one who turned against her god and condemned a thousand thousand souls to torment. She began simply enough, a wizard dreaming of power and greatness. But unlike many wizards, she had family that tied her down, and she knew what it was to love...

== The Black of Midnight ==

<screenplay>
Coraline opens the Book, then looks off into space at nothing in particular...

CORALINE
Book.
(mimicking Sherandris' speech patterns)
Identify Sherandris.
(she pauses, then her voice turns sad)
There is no home but for heartbreak. We travel and we move and in time, things pass, but nothing that was returns. All that we may ever have is gone. All that we may ever accumulate is loss. I do not know...

Coraline looks down at the Book, and words and images swirl into view on the pages, then out and around, swallowing her into the archives.


INT. A SPACE

Coraline finds herself sitting in a space, surrounded by voices and shapes and scenes. This is Sherandris, all his silliness and life and love. And darker things, too. Everything that he was, secreted away. Everything that he had needed to forget.

Coraline touches a memory at random, something flittering by. It depicts a scene...


INT. Temple at Nriya: main hall

The hall is mostly empty, but two figures are arguing near the Totem: Sherandris in brilliant colours, and Athyria, wreathed in light. Despite their colour, none of the light and life Coraline would have seen when she had been there is present in the hall itself, for it is filled instead with dust and weight and tired shadows.

ATHYRIA
(angrily)
Why did you have to do that? It couldn't be you!

SHERANDRIS
Who else would there be? A thousand years, and a thousand thousand, and none would come. The gods are done. You have seen their end, and they would leave you to your death.

ATHYRIA
And now it will be yours!

SHERANDRIS
Maybe. Maybe not. But I will not live to see your end.

ATHYRIA
You bastard. I cannot lose you!

SHERANDRIS
(sadly)
You should have considered that before you made your challenge.

The scene fades back into the space...


INT. THAT SPACE BACK TO 'NORMAL'

Snippets of voices drift by.

SHERANDRIS
Is this it, then?

DARK SISTER
Yes.

FAENDAL
Where's your hat?


Coraline looks around, surprised.

CORALINE
Book. Where am I?

BOOK (WHISPERS)
Init. Root. Standby and commence. Secure. Init. Secure.

CORALINE
I don't remember.
(she looks around)
Show me something specific.

The background of the space fades away, waiting.

CORALINE
Show me... brilliance.


EXT. Bright field full of flowers and butterflies - day

There are flowers and butterflies everywhere. It's pretty and bright. Sherandris is standing in the sunlight, basking in the warmth, eyes closed, content.

Then the butterflies start acting crazy, flying higher and higher. Then the sun is gone. The wind is rising, calling, howling.

The butterflies are gone. Darkness shrouds the fields in sudden unnatural stillness.

Sherandris opens his eyes and they gleam in the dark, but otherwise he does nothing, instead just watching. Waiting.

Finally he looks around.

SHERANDRIS
(sadly)
Goodbye, Essia.

And then there is a horrible blinding sound and a horrible squelching light and the world is no more.


INT. Some university conference room - Day

A graduate student is doing a thesis defense, standing at the head of a table, with a large box in front of him and a scientific-looking poster on the wall behind him. Various professors are around the table. It is very important, and very serious.

STUDENT
...and because of the variance in the entropy, we see that we need to spend another twelve hours to achieve stability.

PROFESSOR Q
Cool.

PROFESSOR L
Cool? That's it?

PROFESSOR Q
It really is, though. You can see by the elongation of the tusks that real progress is being made here, and this isn't something we've seen since the Nether studies.

PROFESSOR J
Is this related to the Nether studies? What basis are you using for the shapes?

STUDENT
If you'll continue, you'll see that the...

A tentacle reaches out of the box.

STUDENT
Er...

There's a sense of more to it, but this whole thing makes Coraline distinctly uncomfortable and she pushes it away.

Then she's back in the blackness. Then another swirl of memory is carrying her off once more...


INT. Temple at Nriya: Inner sanctum

Sherandris is standing by a sofa, staring off into space. A priest is standing nearby, not really doing anything, having forgotten what he came in here for.

Sherandris pulls a muffin out of his pocket and takes a bite, still staring off into space. The priest frowns at it, and Sherandris notices and glaces over and offers him some as well.

The priest shakes his head.

Sherandris shrugs and finishes the muffin.

SHERANDRIS
(to the priest)
You may want to leave.
(gesturing)
You came in here to get your coat.

PRIEST
Oh, right.

The priest goes and gets his coat and leaves.

Athyria appears almost immediately after.

SHERANDRIS
You return. Come to argue further?

ATHRYIA
No.

SHERANDRIS
(he nods)
Past is past.

ATHYRIA
I came to apologise. And to free you.

SHERANDRIS
No.

ATHYRIA
This was my doing. Everything that led up to this, I have done. You are mine, Sherandris, and I cannot let you go.

SHERANDRIS
That is not your call. I won't let you.

ATHYRIA
(smiling)
Fight me, by all means.

They fight. It is strange and black, and very little actually happens. They move about a bit. Sometimes they throw dangerous energies at each other. There is much struggling. At some point, Athyria grabs a spear off over a doorway or something, and swings that at Sherandris, trying to get a thrust in with its strange black blade...

He fashions a pair of swords out of pure darkness to parry her away, and for the most part it works, but she is twisting about, getting further and further ahead of him, until finally she skewers him right through the chest. In doing so, however, she is also stabbed through the stomach.

Athyria's eyes widen in surprise. Sherandris just looks sad.

CORALINE
(whispering)
Goodness, is that my pickaxe in your gut? And is this your pickaxe in my eye?

Then Sherandris explodes into black smoke, and Athyria begins to fall forward before doing the same. And then the smoke is gone.

The spear clatters to the floor. Sherandris' hat drifts down lazily, its great size and bulk notwithstanding. Everything else is just gone.

Coraline picks up the hat, and the scene begins to fade...


Coraline turns and suddenly finds herself facing something dark and gleaming. It looks like nothing she has ever seen, and thus immediately catches her interest.

She touches it. The space goes black, then explodes: Voices. Worlds. Shapes. All of the madness and depravity and horror, all of the emptiness and loss, the silence and cacophony of everything, and nothing at all. So much pain. So much. Everything is pain and noise...

...and suddenly she's leaning against an old tree in a field or something. A trickle of blood is running down the side of her head, and she reaches up to touch the wound...

The explosion of worlds and voices and pain and noise is still there, rising in its persistence, but it's muted, hidden behind the random scene of summer. Voices that almost sound like crickets, or perhaps the other way around. Memories playing out in the clouds. Souls in the grass's swaying. Leaves rattling with the bones of worlds. Time throughout it all, huge, huge and immense, and utterly, utterly meaningless, swept aside, under the mossy carpet.

Everything is black, behind the colours. The colours are brighter than they have ever been. Voices and memories are everywhere. It is too much.

Too much...

The tree and field fade away into the noise. Noise, and blackness, and noise.

She gets up slowly, uncertainly. Something hit her, and she's not sure what. But now she's no longer Coraline - her form is that of a cenva, and all around her are deathgods, old ones, ones she'd never even heard of, and newer ones too - Sherandris is there, in resplendent colour, and another, too, whom she recognises clearly. Herself. Coraline, with her long white-blonde hair, brilliant green eyes, and an expression of strange recognition growing on her face, almost nostalgic...

Our Coraline, the Coraline who isn't even Coraline at the moment, finally manages to look away. Amongst all the others, the shadowy forms of the deathgods that are nothing more than memories, is another figure, too, growing out of the black noise. It becomes the unmistakable form of the Dark Sister, a form that nobody ever saw, and nobody ever recognised, a black against a darkening grey...

DARK SISTER
Welcome home, Nelanor.

And then the black noise overwhelms and there is nothing left at all.




It begins with a fish. It's sitting at the top of a tower, hovering overhead like an unexpected cloud...




EXT. City of Death

Coraline is lying unconscious at the top of the tower. The hat is next to her, as is the book, which is open to a page of incoherent scribbles.

She stirs, rolls over, tries to get up, and fails. Then she looks over the edge at the city - really looks.

It is not the city we know, except it is. But now it's full of colour, swirls of it filling the space, explosive blooms of it growing up buildings. And now it's coherent, the different versions, the different layers, the cities on top of cities, are all together, all on top of each other, all visible, fitting perfectly together. Throughout it all, amidst the colours and the layers, pass through all the souls as swaths of light, and sphinxes, trailing stories behind them, and fish, and shadows, and a soft, soft snowfall of... well, it's not quite certain what.

It's all a little too much and Coraline kind of passes out again.
</screenplay>

== Vardaman rescue rescue ==

<screenplay>
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
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 hands Vardaman over to Coraline and goes to address Kyrule, bowing.

KYRULE
You return.

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

Meanwhile Coraline sits Vardaman down and takes his head in her hands.

CORALINE
Vardaman, if you don't respond, I swear I'll fill your brains with emus.

VARDAMAN
(vacantly)
What...

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.

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...?
</screenplay>

== Book things ==
=== Realms ===
{{book of dreams|
There are three 'material planes' in Arling Tor. These are generally referred to as the realms of the living, though really the living tend to find ways to live most anywhere. Each is a universe in its own right, with thousands of worlds, and myriad galaxies, and more, and more.

The first is Cerris. It is a realm of magic and laws and harsh balance. The planet for which the realm is named is notable only for its gates and a small bit of history; there are other, much more significant, civilisations out amongst the stars. Of these, some built their own gates, while others interact with the other planes only through the petitioning and machinations of the gods.

The second is Ord. It is different, bigger, somehow, and far more dangerous. In many ways it parallels Cerris, but where Cerris' development has oft been retarded through war and cataclysm, the magic of Ord has proven far more volatile, and far more useful. The lifestream behind the worlds sustains and balances, and there are as a result, shall we say, many more workarounds available in Ord, and the civilisations there have grown and flourished over time, intertwining together to create vast networks, the biggest of which is known as Volundris. That is not to say, of course, that distinct and isolate civilisations do not also exist amongst the Ord stars, but these too develop in similar fashion.

The third is a question mark. It seems... to be missing, for some reason. Nobody is quite sure what happened to it, or what was supposed to be where it isn't. Nobody really wants to talk about it. It's an uncomfortable topic, for whatever reason.

How does a realm go missing?
}}

=== Gods ===

{{book of dreams|
The gods vary. Some are very big, and go by many names. Others are much smaller, with spheres of influence distinct to an area. Others still are not gods at all, but scam artists, or rabid foxes, or large rocks. The grawl would have a field day.

Try to gather them all up, and where do you start? Daru, the self-proclaimed god of gods? Most do not answer to him. Many do not answer to any at all. Some answer only to their wives, who they found at a garage sale. So perhaps start with a place, instead, random and isolate, but specific. Here, then. These are the gods with influence here. These are the gods who might randomly decide to have influence. These are the gods who will also influence elsewhere. There are bigger ones, of course, whose names are known throughout the realms, but even they have no monopoly. And then you have the petty deathgods, who answer to Kyrule. The fragments who function as the masks of Eapherod. The ones who aren't god of anything at all, and yet somehow show up time and again. The god who isn't even a god, but simply something far darker, something that will occasionally choose to take the form of a god, but only if properly amused.}}

=== Universes ===

{{book of dreams|
They're called 'mirror universes', or 'shatter universes'. Each one consists of various fragments, sometimes referred to as 'planes' or even 'dimensions', that could each perhaps constitute an entire universe in its own right, but that are all tied together through some overwhelming connection.

I think so. Overall, it's mostly just Ord and Cerris as the primary fragments. These would be the real universes, whereas the rest seem to be a more... secondary pile.

In your case, the connection would be Arah.

Secondary? Universes can be any size at all.

They can be infinite and empty.

They can be smaller than a single grain of sand, and yet full of more than anything at all.

Size is relative. You cannot define an outside size for something that has no outside.

We are outside.

We're inside. Inside each. This is simply another.

This is the space between them.

Midnight isn't a universe. It exists in all, but outside of all as well.
}}

== Horrible sanity ==

Chapter?

Alternately 'lost', 'wanderer' etc?

=== Nelanor ===

"Nelanor," he said.

...

"Wake up."

=== Awakening ===

Coraline awoke suddenly.

She was in a street, standing flat smack in the middle, with no idea how she had gotten there or what she was doing. What was this place? It looked like a city. It was all so familiar.

She shook her head and looked around. This... she knew all this. She was here because she'd failed, run out of time. This was the City of Death, and she had bound herself here  as a way out, a final hack to save herself. Solving the curse of the Death of Souls had failed, so instead she had taped it up, drawn it all into the depths of her soul and nullified its effects by the powers of the outer planes. But in doing so, there had been a price - she could never leave. The moment she did, the enchantment would break, and the curse would be relinquished once more into the realms of the living.

It was all very final. Rather horrible, really. But for her sacrifice, Kyrule had named her his Hand. The Hand of the God of Death.

The sort of thing that goes down in history and lingers in the City for eternity.

Coraline had no intention of lingering.

She needed a way out. And a proper solution, not just leaving and letting someone else deal with it, at that. A way to resolve the Death of Souls entirely. Something that, unlike the previous attempt, would actually succeed.

This time, however, she could actually think. And this time she had all the time in the world to see it through.

== WARNING: USER IS INSANE ==

WARNING: USER IS INSANE. PLEASE TURN TO PAGE 61.

She checks the page. The number is -214. She turns the page.

The new page says,

WARNING: USER IS INSANE. PLEASE TURN TO PAGE 61.

This page is -213.

She turns the page again, flipping ahead a bunch, but the new page is still only -212, repeating the same message. She sighs and goes back to turning one page at a time. -212. -211. All the while, USER IS INSANE. -210. This repeats, and repeats, and repeats.

Two hours later, she finally turns to page 61. This one, finally, is different, with no words at all and instead a silvery mirrored mask cellotaped to the page. It's a half face, with a depiction of closed eyes instead of eyeholes. Much of it is inlayed with delicate scrollwork, but only where it aids to the mirrored effect, reflecting different patterns amidst the patterns. She looks at it suspiciously for a moment, then pulls it off - is proves surprisingly heavy, and almost 2mm thick.

"Pretty," she says. It really is, and in a way it resembles Kyrule's mask, but not - his is filigree, hers solid, and yet somehow they have a similar visual effect...

She turns it over a few times, and then tries it on for a moment. It fits almost perfectly, but for whatever reason it's a bit cold. The metal on her skin just doesn't quite feel right. With a little padding, on the other hand... she pulls off her fuzzy kitty hat and slips it into the back of the mask, willing it to fill the space. It does, shifting and rearranging itself, becoming the back, the interface. Her side of the mask, the side that is all Coraline.

She turns it over in her hands, and nods. This, this is right.

She puts it on again. This time it needs no holding. Once on, it becomes as though a part of her face, fuzzy and warm, but not too warm. And despite the lack of eyeholes, now she can see - the City is clearer, the colours still there, but with more focus - and she realises that her headache is gone, like a weight inexplicably lifted, despite not even noticing it. It had been so low and persistent she hadn't even noticed until now.

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.

== A name ==

Teth Seiarien