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No, his surprise is his own fault this time as he quickly throws off a pair of headphones and quickly slides them and a tape player under his pillow. Did he borrow Hanna's? Did he finally get his own? Who knows, as far as anyone knows, there's no tape player in this room!
...Wait, a gift?]
I am? ...You do?
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[She absolutely isn't. She also has no idea he's having a little jam sesh.]
I don't want to bother you, after all~
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Merlin hops off his bed and scurries to the door, sloooowly opening it just a crack so he can take a peek. Look, Maya could have, like, a pie or something just waiting to slam into his face.
You can never be too careful.]
Where were you going out to...?
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I dunno, to do something cool? I'd figure it out!
[She takes her hands from behind her back to show him a collection of very tidy notebooks.]
Ta-dah! Almost six years of a bunch of Ryslig history!
You're always writing down notes, so, I figured you might wanna look through these!
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Merlin's eyes sparkle more than usual as he reaches for the books, taking them gently as if they were a precious treasure and already flipping through the top book to get a good glance at what he's dealing with here. They're so...tidy! Especially for six year old notes!]
This is...actually delightful, thank you. And just where did you find these?
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[Maya stares at Merlin, blinking, and them smiles as she explains;]
I wrote them! Like this one—
[She points to it&dmash;]
This has all the notes from the two times I was in Felfri, and this one—
[she points to another..]
Has everything I remember about the time we all thought we were humans in Ryslig!
All carefully curated by yours truly.
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Maya...this...this is amazing, I... thank you. I haven't even heard of some of this before-
[Wait.
As Merlin is lovingly stroking the book's binding, he can't help but look back at her, eyebrow raised.]
.......you mean to tell me that you've had all these notes, have seen me researching, and only now decide to let me know about this?
[Pout.]
...Better late than never, I suppose.
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You two sure are gluttons for information, aren't you?
[Not that she— or Phoenix, for that matter— are very different...]
Buuuut I already heard you say thank you, so I'll take it.
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[Taking a quick glance around, Merlin decides he can probably open the door all the way now. There doesn't appear to be any pies-to-the-face waiting for him.]
Was there...anything else you needed? You're more than welcome to come in.
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Let's hang out! I can give you the run down on all the brand new information you're gonna get.
We can even compare notes!
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I doubt there'll be much to compare to. [Which breaks his heart, he loves comparing notes...] It's difficult to compete with a first-hand experience. Felfri, for instance...
[He's PRETTY SURE he saw Felfri mentioned in this book, which is exactly why he grabbed it. He breezes through pages until he finds any mention of it again, placing his finger down on the page to keep himself from going any further. Sometimes you just get lost in the page turning sauce.]
Ah, here. The only thing I know about Felfri is that it's some sort of...alternate world where the Fourth God is in charge, instead of the Fog. Which...would make your multiverse theory completely on point and totally horrifying. I sure hope "Other Me" is living it up...
[Lucky bastard...]
Other than that, I can't say I know too much.
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MMmmmmyeeeaah, I guess that's pretty much what it is.
[But... only because she can't come up with a better explanation. At some point, they'd thought it all to be a simulation— but it couldn't be just a simulation, after it had been connected to so many other worlds. Maybe that's just how worlds work. If you believe in one hard enough, if you connect it to enough other worlds, maybe it becomes real. Or maybe it was never a simulation in the first place.
Maya doesn't really consider herself smart enough to get it.]
I wasn't really involved in the god stuff... cos my powers weren't really strong enough to help anybody out in Felfri, and the Fourth god took all the cool stuff I got from Mana.
Cos he's a jerk.
[The pout on her face should reaffirm that idea.]
But! I do remember a bunch of what it looked like and the rules we had to follow! It should be in the one you picked.
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And that's even if anyone actually believed they were gods at all.
Instead, Merlin has come to find that there's about as much distain for the Fourth as there is for the Fog. The hell did this guy do? How can you fight against an evil witch who turns people into monsters and forces them to EAT PEOPLE and STILL come out looking just as bad?!]
Rules?
You mean like laws?
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[Maya reaches over to flatten the notebook out for Merlin, sticking her fingers between a stack of pages and flipping it to one marked bright and clear with big handwriting. She's copied down several of the messages they were given in Felfri;
In bright red marker, in a handwriting that's attempting to look facetiously digital:
UPDATE PATCH: FOG VIRUS
Due to the drain in resources caused by the viral invasion of the Fog, resurrections will no longer be possible. In addition, the strict policy of nonviolence is WAIVED so long as the violent act is against the Fog virus or its resources.
Beside it, a very doodly representation of GEEVES is making quite a stupid face. It probably means nothing to Merlin, who never saw the hologram produced by E+L, but perhaps the other drawings will catch his eye; a cookie person with an impressive, sea-worthy cape, a black wolf with yellow eyes and question marks surrounding it, two humans resembling Hanna and Phoenix— there's clearly other people as well. Still, even if Merlin knew those faces, it might be hard to recognize; she's drawn their original forms, not their monster appearances. Phoenix's picture, and some of the others, are marked clearly with a 4.
Each of the illustrations has a word like "yes" or "no" or question marks around them, but none of them have any names attached. There was clearly a deliberate attempt to encode whatever information is communicated by these cartoony little portraits.
There are other rules written throughout the page, even if they weren't as blatantly laid out as E+L gave them; Don't talk in front of them!
No locations!
No Chip = Last Level!
As if it were a video game...]