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[He's spent a day here already and frankly it's been a day too long. Though in that time, he has managed to find some heavy blankets which he's hung up over the windows to blot out the light. Some is still creeping in but it's enough to keep the place at a comfortable level of darkness. After spending a while watching the network as well and wondering what in the Demonweb Pits the thing is, his eyes are slowly adjusting to the light it gives it. It still hurts though, but it's interesting. Anyway, he's manged to figure out just what he's doing, ~~he refused to let the kedan help him except when it came to them bringing him here.~~ So Dinin is sat with the hood to his piwafwi brought up, managing to shield his eyes from some of the light.]

Kidnapped to the surface world, wonderful.

[He's having a blast, really. His levels of excitement are just so high, can't you feel it all?]

I don't suppose anyone knows of a decent armoury in this Lolth-forsaken place. [He looks disgusted that he even has to ask. But he'd drawn a dagger when he arrived and stabbed one of the kedan in their hand for touching him. Now the blade was dull and ragged from exposure.]

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[Is everyone stupid here? There's a tired sigh and he pinches the bridge of his nose. Dinin also hasn't worked out how to change the setting to make it audio instead of video.]

Yes, the surface. Is it so difficult to understand?

At least someone has been helpful so far.

I think you're the first person here who lived underground before arriving in Keeliai.

And I see no reason not to be helpful. Most of us will have to fight, given the Emperor's purpose in summoning us.

[A flat look, now he has even more reason to believe he's stuck here alone.]

Lives. This is temporary.

Yes well, I actually got an area to look at unlike the person before who was completely useless. So it's true then, that we have to fight. [He snorts as he sits back and his eyes glow a little.] I don't see the point in it.

Not much point beyond saving our own lives, and preventing the creature we face from entering our worlds and destroying them as well. [Which is all the reason Sabriel needs.] This isn't something we can bargain with.

Has anyone been given training? Do you know what this enemy even looks like? Sounds like or smells like? This creature can certainly try to enter my world and destroy it, it'll have a hard time. My life wasn't at danger until I was brought here to face some unknown and I haven't had an attempted attack on my life so far. [Which is a lie when it comes to his life, but whatever.]

I won't be made to fight in someone elses war. If they already didn't have the force to fight against this, creature, then they deserve to fall.

It's a shapeshifter- none of those things are fixed. It can kill with a thought, and turn the breath in our lungs to acid, and speaking its name summons it, in addition to more subtle powers it apparently possesses. And people are training others as much as we can, given how little we know about the threat.

[Well, that was just perfect. As if paranoia wasn't already a horrible factor in his life, now he had it here. Not so much afraid, he didn't know if there was anything to be afraid of. But there was going to be a lack of trust, even more so, towards anyone here.

He sits back and strokes at his chin.]

Sounds terrifying.

You weren't here when someone summoned it. [Deadpan, but the incident had rattled Sabriel.] It's confined to the Death plane for now, until someone is stupid enough to say its name again.

[He would have no doubt been shaken by it all if he had been there. But he wasn't so he felt perfectly alright mocking the situation and not really caring about it. For now at least.]

No, I wasn't. Is that suppose to frighten me? Am I meant to congratulate you on surviving?

Now, we've been dragged here, to fight this and until we defeat it, we're stuck here. Yet you're all content to have it locked away and remain here. How do you suppose anyone learns anything in regards to killing it, any weaknesses it has, if it's locked up safe and out of sight?

You really are all as stupid as you look.

It has walked on this plane before- and was defeated, though not killed.[And Sabriel can't quite keep the confidence out of her voice as she thinks about the journal she found with the others.]

Some of us are magic users. We need time to research and prepare a proper binding spell, and having it rampaging around the turtle would be a considerable inconvenience.

You're time would be better spent figuring out a way to kill it. Not binding it so that it can break free somewhere down the line for us to be dragged back here again.

[Patience wasn't his strong point at all.]

Can something be killed if it was never alive in the first place? [Sabriel's tone began to hover somewhere between 'exasperated' and 'lecturing'] It doesn't always have a physical form. Destroying it is a possibility, but we don't have a way yet.

[Which only succeeds in riling him up.]

Then see to it that you find a way.

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