The expression on her face hadn’t changed, but the spade of her right eye flexed, shrinking slightly with her surprise. The monster talked – eloquently, for as far as she could throw it – and now it was walking toward her. She wasn’t sure whether she should back away from it, or hold her ground. She decided on the former. She also decided that it might not be a monster. Perhaps that was what people looked like around here. If it was, she felt sorry for them, but decided not to voice her condolences.

“Who are you?” he asked, curiosity lacing his voice.

Very briefly, she considered not answering. That, however, would be rude. “Kylie Wild. And you are?” she responded as if her voice could genuflect for her. Despite her implied respect, she did not put away her dart.

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Blah blah you're all doomed. Oh, such tasty noodles!

Tierra Nena, Aevukepe, Omentus Anima