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"You can sense something?" Hal said excitedly. "What is it?"

". . .Come to think of it. Who the heck are you, anyway? Essex? Care to introduce this. . . entity?"

"Get away from there," Reginald said as the Rikti headed for the portal. More grenades attached to arrows exploded in their path. . .

"Damn. I am almost out of Vegan grenades," Reginald said as he nocked another explosive arrow. "I hope this primitive culture has an equivalent. . ."

"Well. . . I suppose I'll just lie down here. . ." Hal sighed as he got onto a couch.

He felt so strange. He didn't really have any possessions to unpack. . .

Well, as he wasn't going to have a comfortable room for the night here anyway. . .

Hal looked around, making sure no one was watching, and his hands began glowing. As the glow spread all over his body, his hands vanished as it left, and then the rest of him gradually followed. . .

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He was standing in a long hall filled with pictures, most of them featuring himself, but one at the end featuring Essex in an ornate frame. He sighed, and pushed open the bright white wall beside him, revealing a small grey bed, nondescript in every way. As he lay down on it, he wondered whether this counted as leaving the mansion. Technically, he was still here, as he was inside his own mind, and his mind had been in the mansion last.

. . . Except that his body was now inside his mind, and so. . . Hal tried not to think about it as he closed his eyes. He really had no idea how this worked, to be quite honest.

Back on the couch, there was no trace of Hal. . . except a small green ball, glowing slightly.

"Magnificent strength or no, that masked idiot needs help," Reginald said. He floated over El Guapo Grande, distracting and wounding the Rikti that approached the masked wrestler with flurries of arrows.

((Any good blaster's gotta know how to assist the tanker. :P))

"Um, this is going to be really embarassingly predictable . . ." Hal said, flushing slightly, "but can I come too?"

LR: AGH! A spider! I HATE spiders! Ghost Widow, get in here and kill it! It's creeping me out!

GW: Not again. *sighs and grabs a paper towel*

"Oh yes, Wielder," Reginald said calmly, continuing to fire on the "tombstones". "Exuberant as always. . ."

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((Hal, Ess, Kell, Laz? Still there?))

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((Not really. My internet connection is shot until Thursday, assuming it is fixable, and I can't post much at all now.))

"Okay. . ." Hal said nervously. "We could try that. . . but I'm so confused now I really have no idea what to do. I'm just not good at this sort of thing. I get too flustered. . ."

((STUPID INTERNET DOWN TILL THURSDAY EVENING KILL DESTROY))

"Uh, I guess I'll go get ready for bed myself. . ." Hal said nervously. It was so embarrassing. He ALWAYS left as soon as Essex did.

Charon, I think. But my knowledge is as unreliable as always.

Maybe he used it to build a huge theme park called Styx Flags?

. . .Sorry.

Okay. Then clearly I can't remember the guy's name, and should stop trying or look it up. Unless Aten ended up in the underworld. . .

Yeah, but it's someone else. I think one of his names is Aten.

It's not that one. It's an underworld ferryman guy, whose name I simply cannot remember for more than a few seconds.

"Ian's father has been murdered, and his mother has disappeared," Hal returned, trying to calm himself. "And that guy had information about it, I just KNOW it. We have to, I dunno. Do SOMETHING. Find him, follow him, whatever. . . Ian. Someone who knows you was just here. Shadow powers?"

((Well, I did. Sheesh! Kids these days never understand humor.))

((. . . What? I've been an adult for one whole year! ))

((Wahahaha. I love reading El Guapo Grande posts. Hilarious. ))

Well, MY list corrected your character's name, which was misspelled I believe, and YOURS didn't, Essex.

. . . Come to think of it. Is that good?

Updated now.

Protector server, heroside out of Atlas Park.

Taken gods are:
Thoth/Djehuty - Moonscribe--Hal (AKA me)
Ma'at - Truefeather--Essex
Osiris - Undermine--Tomanton
Anubis - Conductor of Souls--Khell
Bastet - Passion's Flame--Arashi
Sobek - Riverwall--Mechagogue
Re-Horakhty/Horus/Ra - Brightflame--Hal (me again)
Atenakh. . . or something. . . - Dark Music King, although it's actually a mortal who stole his powers--Crasical
Set - Steel Eclipse (villainside)--Hal (I just couldn't stop could I)
Apep - Sunswallower (villainside)--Hal (Nope, couldn't)

"Look," Hal said angrily. "My freakin' LIFE is some twisted soap opera. I'm not about to make fun of other people's misfortune! Just TELL us what you freakin' KNOW so we can HELP, dammit!"

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We just did Laz.

Protector server, heroside out of Atlas Park.

Taken gods are:
Thoth/Djehuty - Moonscribe
Ma'at - Truthfeather
Orsiris - Undermine
Anubis - Conductor of Souls
Bastet - Passion's Flame
Sobek - Riverwall
Re-Haotea(or whatever)/Ra - Brightflame
Horus - (not sure by who though)
Set - Steel Ecplise (villainside)

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Re-Horakhty it is. Re-Horakhty is both Ra and Horus. Thus both are taken. Don't forget Crasical's Dark Music King, who's. . . Aten. . . or something like that, the underworld ferry guy. And thanks a bunch for listiing them in my stead.

Reginald was about to fire another explosive arrow, when he noticed what Hotaka was doing. . .

"Hmm. . . he's attacking the objects the mages are bound to. And nothing is happening. . ."

"Well, don't ask me, dear," the Oracle said teasingly as Reginald aimed his arrow at a tombstone instead, making sure no one was near it, and fired. "I have NO IDEA what you should do."

"Look, I'm sorry, jeez!" Hal yelled angrily. "The Phantasm can't experiance negative emotions, of course it's carefree! It's like Essex said! If we were'nt trying to help Ian, we wouldn't even BE here!"

"Come on, Essex!" said Hal encouragingly. "You can do it! And NO!" he muttered to Kefetasura.

"Whoa!" Hal exclaimed as water splashed all over him. "Haha. I suppose I needed to get wet some--ACID FOR GOD'S SAKE PUT SOMETHING ON!!!"

". . . I don't really get to go swimming much," he said, treading water easily. Even the shallow end was a little deep for him. "Agh! Not you too! Well, at least you're a dog right now. . ."

". . . Ah! W, Why are there so many dang WOMEN here?!?" he exclaimed, as CC dived in on the other end.

"I think we should ask you that question," Hal said, his Phantasm appearing.

'Sup? the Phantasm said, its arms crossed, bobbing its head at the figure.

". . . You're embarassing me. . ." Hal sighed.

Oh, sorry. I know you hate it when I do things like that in front of Essex, the Phantasm said.

". . . YOU'RE DOING IT ON PURPOSE!" Hal yelled, blushing.