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Who: Bunnycorn + Edge
Where: Lepus
When: Day 301, afternoon
What: mythbusting

[there are some dudes in the kitchen. one has a box on the table. another one has a sword. all have a serious case of the seriouses.]

Is that everything we need?

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Shalom ♪

. . . you do realise what's going on here.

Why do you think I asked to be here? Honestly! Don't think I'm daft, young man.

That just convinces me of it, really.

[the sword slides down from his back, looping around and into his hand.]

Aah, that blade.

By your hand, then?

Yes, of course.

What do you believe will happen?

If previous events are any indication... time around here will skew, for a day or so.

I see. Interesting. And your hopes? Aah, forgive me, for some reason I am remembering. There used to be sayings I always heard before a creature performed something of great import. Declarations...

But you are not of the people that worshipped me. And so someone new altogether has come, with hopes to free his own.

I hope this place will end. There's no progress here, only endless repetition. Endless sacrifice. What kind of life is that, if you can't aim for something better? Sabra La Tau's time is over.

And so you strike your sword against this, a Judge's sundial.

I do.

After all, how useful is a sundial without a sun?

No good at all! Hurry, before you grow old.

[tosses the sword up, and it spins through the air over towards the cloth-wrapped keystone. the point of it stops just shy of the fabric, hovering straight up above it. it then draws up slowly, until it hangs a few feet above the keystone.]

[and then he makes a cutting motion with his hand, the sword slamming down into the keystone with incredible speed and force.]

[it shatters.

For a moment, you basically smashed a rock.

Then you hear a somewhat quieted voice.]

It made no sense, that thing, down here with no sun upon it.

[The presence fades. And as it does, the dorm you stand in is not so broken down. There is a team sitting here for dinner-- no, it's a different sort of building, of red brick-- no, it is a healthy field-- it is an empty, solid, perfect dorm, decorated in bright uniform colors. Your bodies ache with age, your heart can't beat fast enough to keep up with you-- but no, you're ten and whoa dude what's even going on!! Or you stabilize... enough to realize that things are not stable, and what you look at isn't stable either.]

[trippin balls man]

Whoa...

[jkdsadfskl my god]

What...

[the alterations slow down after a wrenching chaos, but they continue to not match up. and should you look outside the dorm window, the beautiful view of the old Sabra la Tau may not exactly be comforting.]

[YEAH]

[UH]

[gosh maybe killing the TIME/SPACE JUDGE so soon wasn't thought out very well]

This isn't good.

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