27 - Do you hear the snow against the window-panes?

[notdreaming]

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[ Through the first two days of port Kara was fine. She could be found all over the tower, especially in those places where battles were likely to be had. She destroys guardsmen's swords, crushes giant spiders in the servant's quarters, even kills snakes in the menagerie.

There was a stretch of many hours when Kara was lost in the guest quarters, distracted by pretty boys and girls, drained of what energy she has left. For a long time she simply sat, staring happily at the pseudohumans who bustled so busily about.

It was the third day when she realized she was getting tired. The way that time moved here confused her, and she couldn't keep track of her power levels like she could have anywhere else. Still she sought out people who needed her help, and searched for the bearded man who must have had something terrible planned. The broken stair was a long chore, and she wasn't sure anymore how many times she'd crossed it. She kept finding herself back in the basement and lower levels of the tower, where monsters roam.

It was the imps in the library that finally forced her to find a quiet corner to rest. She was able to frighten them off, but it took more effort than she liked. She clutched at her side as she scanned the shelves for a clear route to the exit. She wasn't healing as quickly as she should have been. ]

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[notdreaming]

[ Well that just makers her MORE suspicious. ]

I speak English as well as a native. That explains 'how', not 'why'.

[threetoned]

I thought you might prefer it. Apparently, my politeness was wasted.

[notdreaming]

I don't trust people who try too hard.

[threetoned]

My dear, I am hardly trying.

[notdreaming]

So what do you want?

[ She is too tired for this crap. ]

[threetoned]

Ah, that's the great puzzle, isn't it?

Just now, I would say... knowledge. You're a long way from home. All of you are. Why is that?

[notdreaming]

Because we can't find our way out of your awful tower.

[threetoned]

No, no, no. Your ship. Why are you on your ship?

[notdreaming]

For work. It's a prison barge.

[threetoned]

What a waste of potential. Who makes a vessel to move between dimensions and gives it to the worst of society's dregs?

[notdreaming]

[ wow rude ]

Somebody who knows a whole lot more about people than you do.

[threetoned]

The prisoners, not you. Unless you prefer to be labeled a dreg, then, by all means.

Why not use such wonderful magic for the purposes of science and exploration?

[notdreaming]

[ She musters what strength she can to fly, so that she can be in his face from a more... in his face-ly position. ]

Some of those dregs are my friends. And their rehabilitation is just as important as science and exploration.

[threetoned]

[The man meets her gaze, but doesn't budge. Or change his expression at all, really.]

Isn't that ... sweet.

But, there is no real purpose in rehabilitating criminals. They're only a drain on resources.

[notdreaming]

[ She is furious, but has learned that you really can't just punch people who piss you off. ]

How do we get out of this place? You have no right to keep us here.

[threetoned]

You'll leave when it's your time, don't be so impatient. I never was.

[notdreaming]

[ She almost growls. ]

Let. Us. Go.

[threetoned]

I'm. Not. Done.

[She's close enough to touch, so the man reaches to boop her nose. Boop.]

[notdreaming]

[ If anyone asks, he now officially started it. She takes a swing at him with all her strength. ]

[threetoned]

[-and he's gone. Or, rather, he's behind her, faster than even a Kryptonian can move. Time obeys the Master in Karazhan.]

My dear. I am a mage. I do not brawl.

[notdreaming]

[ She spins, and is of course infuriated. Rather than trying to punch him again, she lets out a blast of solar energy from her whole body, lighting up like a very angry lightbulb. ]

[threetoned]

[She'll immediately find herself in a different part of the tower - the Stables, this time.]