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[pooka_prince]

What...?

This is... very strange.

[filtered to Ingway and Mercedes; hackable]

My sword has begun to glow again. I suppose I should be glad, but- I don't know if either of you have noticed, but this town, Mayfield, is entirely devoid of Phozons. Even living things fail to emit them...

None of this makes any sense. Psypher weapons require phozons to

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[the_devils_maid]

Oh, hello, Pooka!

I've been meaning to apologize. I've still yet to find a method of preparing Pooka, whether as a stew or anything else. It's taking me far longer than I expected!

[pooka_prince]

Please feel free to take your time.

[the_devils_maid]

Oh, I will, but I'm sorry for making you wait so long.

[pooka_prince]

I would vastly prefer it, to be perfectly honest. Being made into stew is something I am more than happy to postpone.

[frog_kisses]

I had also noticed, and, yes, the very concept of phozons seemed to be unique to those I tried explaining it to.

I'm not sure it is worrisome, but I would agree that it is strange.

[pooka_prince]

At any rate, at least no one here is fighting over them.

[frog_kisses]

...

Perhaps there is some sort of alternative power source for the psyphers?

[pooka_prince]

Perhaps. If we were to discover it- why, perhaps we could bring it with us back to Erion!

[like_a_romanov]

...

[hearing footsteps now]

[pretty regularly]

[GETTING REALLY CREEPED OUT]

Hello...?

[pooka_prince]

[FREEZES urk

there is no one here it is just your imagination PLEASE LEAVE]

[like_a_romanov]

[Yeah no this is the girl who goes exploring dark ghostly palaces and following creepy voices calling her name]

I know I heard you. I'm sure. I'm not going crazy. Not.

[She gets up and starts walking around the room, looking for the source of the footsteps.]

[pooka_prince]

[veeeeery slowly inching towards the door]

[spacepeach]

Is everything okay, Cornelius?

[pooka_prince]

Yes, I'm feeling much better. I'm not quite sure why the town insists on giving us our things back, but I am not one to complain.

[spacepeach]

That's good!

It is strange, isn't it? Why do they return our things if they continue to insist that we've lived here our whole lives?

[kol_shevik]

[Every time he actually hears it which despite his protests of bad hearing, is just about all the time, Russia gets incredibly fidgety and immediately checks all the windows. And around the corners. And under couches, tables and beds.

wait maybe that's just normal.]

[pooka_prince]

[Certainly isn't doing this on purpose to freak Russia out.

Of course not.

That would be vindictive.

And cruel.

Okay yeah he's totally doing it, fuck you Russia.]

ADORABLE ICON BATTLE GO GO

[kol_shevik]

[H-ho man, there it is again! The house must have...

rats.

big ones. Big fucking rats. There's clearly only one solution to this problem! Russia fetches the shovel, and starts slamming it into the floor wherever he hears those footsteps.

This is totally rational okay.]

Corny doesn't have a paid account 8[

[pooka_prince]

[Cornelius lets out a stifled yelp of surprise, but those fucking god-damned cheapass Axe Knights have given him some experience at dodging heavy weaponry. He leaps out of Russia's range, grinning a little.]