Taskmaster feels like it’s worded incorrectly, this also goes for Mystique I suppose. Taskmaster copied the power of the last card played, overriding it’s current attack. So why doesn’t it copy the attack of Arnim Zola when it gets destroyed? Also, why doesn’t Mystique copy a second ongoing effect after being played from your hand after it’s copied? Simply adding the the text “This happens once per game” would clear up any future confusion.

First time poster on mobile.
I have 2 cats: spayed/neutered, indoor and litter-trained, and they get along great. The male was adopted at 4 months in 2017 and the female was adopted at about 7 months old in 2020. When I brought the female home, the male took a couple of weeks to adjust. For a long time, it was just me and my kids. The male wasn’t very hospitable towards guests (I rarely had them) while the female just usually hid.
I married my husband a couple of months ago. There are 2 dogs and an unfixed female that was inside/outside until she got pregnant. When we brought my cats over, we blocked off a large room with a bench and put their litter box, food, and water in the room to keep the dogs away and give them their quiet space.
The female has, over time, adjusted somewhat. She’s still a little skittish, but she potties where she’s supposed to and has kept her sweet disposition. She looks forward to when my oldest child is home as that’s her person. She still runs and hides from time to time from my husband and his mom that we live with. The cat that was here first hates her though. My female runs from her but is starting to stand up to her a little more. She tolerates the dogs for the most part.
My male, however, is quite ornery to put it into one word. He is totally fine with me and my kids. He hisses at my husband though unless he sees that I’m right there. Literally, he gets this look on his face like “uh oh - didn’t see you there, Mom!” He and the original cat hate each other. She had her kittens last week so we’ve contained her to one room with them with the occasional break in the garage to stretch her legs. Before she had them though, she wasn’t housebroken until I brought my cats over with their litter box. So she did occasionally potty wherever she pleased. Once she started using my cats’ box, that’s when my male cat started doing the same - something he’s NEVER done before. We know it’s not her doing the new spots because of her current situation.
It’s been a couple of months. I’m getting a cat tree and toys for them for their area. I’m wondering it cat nip would help mellow him out. When we get the mama cat spayed, will that help at all?
I love all of my fur babies very much, and my big boy is my peculiar little beast that is my shadow and has been there with me through some of the worst times of my life. Rehoming is not an option of course. But I really need him to stop voiding his bladder throughout the house. I’m just at the end of my rope and want ALL of my family to get along.
Btw, he likes my brother-in-law. Kind of fitting since neither one of them don’t particularly care for other people.

Confused teen-going-on-adult here. I’m hoping that, by writing this down, I’ll be able to make sense of my feelings in some way, or accept them at the very least.
I’m fairly certain that I’m arospec.
I like fictional romance- both writing and reading it- and sometimes I even imagine it involving me. Sometimes I can’t get invested in fictional romance though, since I don’t always get it, if that makes sense.
I’ve had what I thought were crushes on real-life people (which were unreciprocated), but on reflection I guess part of my love-starved-self just enjoyed feeling like someone liked me. In retrospect, I made up my first crush to fit in. And, at the risk of sounding creepy, I sort of look at strangers around me and imagine being in a relationship with them, in a way that’s sort of intense and ‘love at first sight’ even though I know full well that we’ll never interact, and I’ll forget about them within a few minutes, unless it’s someone who gets on my bus often, in which case I often imagine interacting with some of them.
When it comes to fictional characters that I think that I’m romantically attracted to, I realise over time that I’d rather be have a close platonic relationship with them, rather than be in a romantic relationship with them. Still, I guess I like the idea of commitment and having one really important person. The idea of these fictional notions of romance meeting reality in any way sort of makes me uncomfortable, even though i’m fairly certain that i’d like to be in a romantic relationship.
I have no idea what all of this means about me, or if it means anything at all regarding my position on the aromantic spectrum.
If you have any words of wisdom, they would be much appreciated.

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"So the last round is a four person free for all?" James asked as he saw the tournament finale.
"Yes." Amina said. "Once you've been struck seven times you'll be locked out of the fight and you'll be immobilized and shielded until it's over. Here's what's going to happen."
"So we're really not going to talk about the centaur in the room?" James asked.
"James focus." Amina said, ignoring his quip. "You, myself, and this Raend fellow are going to team up against the Glag."
"Okay so it as A... Glag?" James asked. "Glag isn't its name."
"It's both." Amina said simply. "That's neither here nor there. We need to work together to defeat the Glag or else we'll all be defeated within the first minute of the fight."
James's eyebrows furrowed at that. He looked over at the spot where the Glag(?) was standing in the corner of the room. Once again it seemed to be staring straight ahead with its mouth agape and drooling out the slurry of stone and saliva.
"That thing?" He asked. "You sure?"
"Okay." Amina said with her hands in front of her face in a prayer position as she took a deep breath. "James, that thing is a sentient variation of an earth elemental. It's faster than it looks. It's.... well... it's not SMARTER than it looks. But it is much more clever than you're probably giving it credit for. Besides which, remember what the devices on out chests are designed to signal for?"
James looked down at the small brass and crystal device. "Yeah. Hits." He said.
She poked his forehead with a finger. "Hits that would be lethal in a real fight." She reminded him. "Which for you and me means basically anything anyone in this tournament can throw at us. Now. Tell me. What's lethal for an elemental made of stone?"
"Oh." He said once he thought of the question for a moment.
"Yeah." She said. Then she made a face and her hand moved to her stomach.
James quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching, and when he saw the one other humanoid fighter in the room, presumably Raend, was busy reading a book, he turned to Amina and moved to provide her a bit of cover.
"You okay?" He asked.
Amina took several deep breaths and steeled herself a bit. "Yes. Though morning sickness is an incredibly inaccurate term."
"Need some water or something?" He asked. Then he thought of the hit she'd taken at the end of her fight with Gorna. "Say, maybe this wasn't a good idea. Having you in this tournament."
"Not a chance." She said as she spit a bit of saliva out into the nearby spittoon. "Besides. There's no way you win against that thing with only two people."
"Seriously?" James asked. "We are talking about that guy right?" He reiterated with a thumb over his shoulder as the two of them approached Raend.
Glag continued staring passively at the rack of spears that was in front of him.
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Vickers had just finished talking to the owner of the building that the letter had specified, the same one he had been converted in, when he heard a familiar armored gait approaching. He folded the letter from the council and put it in his back pocket, and was walking around the wagon with the silver barbed mesh that would line the rooms for Five and Driscoll when he ran into the owner of the familiar stride pattern.
"Well. Looks like we get to-" His voice trailed off as he looked at the unexpected arrival. Then he looked up higher. "You're not Atrafar." He said with a cocked eyebrow. The hand that had just put the letter away slid up his back until it was resting on his pistol. He'd had to break off and then file down the trigger guard to be able to use it again.
"No. No I'm not." The massive, grey and white muzzled, werewolf in Outer Light armor said with a cocked eyebrow of its own.
"The council sent you?" Vickers asked. "You're overseeing the conversion?"
The wolf looked down at his armor for a moment. "Looks that way." He said. "I assume that you're Chief Anthony Vickers?"
"Yeah." The SEAL answered as the large wolf began to slowly look him up and down.
After a few moments of awkward silence the newcomer spoke up again. "Night brothers are rare. You're smaller than she makes you sound." He said as he approached the wagon and casually lifted one of the silver mesh bundles with his gauntleted hand.
Vickers donned a confused expression. "Than who makes me sound?"
"My daughter." The wolf said as it carefully walked into the building with the bundle, grabbing one of the tool bags from the side of the wagon with his empty hand. "Atrafar. I'm Outer Light Commander De'Lius Dauntless. Retired. Though I've been recalled for the next few days." He said as he disappeared into the door. "Let's get to work."
Vickers tried to bite his lip, forgetting that his new facial structure didn't exactly allow that particular expression. "Fuck." He said under his breath.
He reached over to one of the remaining bundles on the wagon and tried to lift it. It took a bit of effort, and he wasn't able to one hand it like the Commander had. But eventually he got it onto his shoulder and went inside as well.
"Fuck fuck fuuuuuuck." He said as he went inside.
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Werner slowly emerged from the third and final slumber to the sight of the healing ward's ceiling.
"There she is." Said the voice of Margaret Choi. "How are you Ambassador? Are you with us?"
Werner felt the back of the bed raising a bit, putting her into a slanted seated position.
"Yeah." She said before breaking into a yawn. "How did it go?"
"Well that really depends on you." Nurse Choi said. "As far as everything on our side is concerned the procedure went off without a hitch. How do you feel?"
She thought about it for a moment. "I fell okay I guess." Then a slightly more pressing issue presented itself. "I need to pee really badly."
"Well that's good." Nurse Choi replied. "I only removed your catheter about an hour ago. So that'll be a good chance to make sure that part went well. Though I'm sure it did. Come on and stand up."
Werner did as instructed and saw the Minotaur, Shrend, standing off to the side and looking at her charts. "Healer Farstorm." She greeted him.
"Welcome back Ambassador." Shrend said with a warm smile. "Things went well. Please follow Mrs. Choi and she'll get you where you need to go."
Ten minutes later, and much more relieved, she was back in the room and undergoing tests. They ran her through a familiar gamut of motor skill, walking stability, and various cognitive tests. Nurse Choi compared the results to the records that Earth had sent over for them.
By the time they were done it was nearly night again, and Werner was hovering on the border of breaking out into tears.
"Well Ambassador." Shrend said as he and Nurse Choi looked over the results and comparisons. "I don't want to count my drakes before they hatch. But if these results mean what Mrs. Choi says they do, then I think it's been a success. I really need to work on understanding English so I can read these more easily." He joked.
"I haven't scored that well since I was in my twenties." Werner said as she fought to keep her eyes dry.
"Well hopefully it stays that way for a long time." Nurse Choi said as she placed a hand on Werner's shoulder. The other hand grabbed a towel and handed it to her. "It's okay to be happy." She whispered softly.
Werner took the advice and let herself cry for a bit. The Nurse rubbed her back a little as she slowly got herself back under control and wiped her face.
"Thank you so much." She said between sobbing bouts.
"Oh. No need for that." Shrend said. "Healing and helping people is what we do. Now let's see about getting you back to your quarters and we'll have you back tomorrow for a bit more testing."
"Okay." She said as she let the nurse help her back to her feet.
She didn't stumble, or misstep at all in the ten or so minutes it took to get back. And by the time she got there she felt like she was floating.
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"You want to do what?" King Farrick asked.
"I've been ordered to restart testing on transmittal of living specimens to Earth from Petravus your majesty." Col. Muhammed said flatly. "We've set up a pressure chamber that can handle that particular issue and help them depressurize. Plus we have reason to believe that our world has become magically saturated enough that even a Petravian citizen should be able to survive the trip. Though, obviously we'll be starting with Earth citizens."
She pressed a button and a series of windows appeared on his screen, showing videos of people performing feats of strength and speed similar to what some of the Earth people in the castle were capable of now. Some of the videos showed people performing magical spells, though they were all simply, fire and wind attacks, moving earth, summoning light. Some of them showed people accidentally dealing with the carnage that some of that resulted in. There was a news segment, with Petravian subtitles put in place for him, talking about something called an "Influencer" dying after they attempted to fly over something called the Grand Canyon.
"I had assumed as much." He said after a few minutes of watching the curious footage. No matter how many times he saw them, videos amazed him. "I take it that you intend to have the Ambassador send over a few of the people we released."
"That's the long term goal." She admitted openly. "For now we intend to start with small wildlife. Rats or something equivalent. We're not looking to risk any human, or humanoid, life just yet."
"Hmm. Fair enough." He concurred. "You might be happy to know that my healers say that Ambassador Werner has emerged from her final rejuvenation session and all signs point toward a healthy recovery."
The Colonel smiled, and for the first time King Farrick thought it might have been a genuine one.
"That's excellent news." She said. "If the therapy proves fully successful, or hell even partially, that will revolutionize the medical field on our world. Did Nurse Choi take notes?"
"Extensive ones." The King said. "As did our chief healer."
"I look forward to reading them. Whenever you're willing to send them."
The King leaned forward a bit, knowing that he was at an advantage in this exchange
"Tell me." He said as he continued watching the footage that was rapidly changing on his screen. "What kind of magical trouble are the people over there causing?"

I (Aussie, in Australia, used to be proficient in Japanese) just had to translate a chaotic phone call from my boyfriend (Aussie, in Japan, who knows about 5 words of Japanese) from the Takkyubin counter at Haneda and I realised I am so EXTREMELY rusty after 3 years of no practice. I'm sweating, haha. I'm heading over next Monday and am wondering if anyone has any good Spotify podcast recommendations for listening practice? I'd like to refresh my memory/cram on the plane. Thank you!

Interdimentional Villain Exchange Program -1- A Very Bad Day

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Today…
..is a BAD day.
I knew that from the moment I woke up and found out that I overslept so much that I didn't have any hope of making it in time for combat training.
But if being late was the only bad thing that happened today I would be singing praises to all the gods above and below. But of course, it was not. Not even close. The next thing that went completely sideways was the aforementioned combat practice that I was late for. Normally it's intense, but not an unpleasant experience. If I can say so humbly, that's mostly because combat is actually one of my strong suits.
The flow of blades, the rhythm of spellcraft and swift movements of ached flesh always seemed very harmonious to me. It all accumulated in a beautiful symphony of combat that I could play better then almost any of my peers.
However, the keyword this time is “almost”.
Being second best is however a small comfort if The Best is still so much stronger than you that the only thing you can do is to struggle to at least mitigate the beating you receive. And since I annoyed the instructors by being late in the morning, of course I got assigned to be the sparring partner of Serena after the instructor she usually spared with had “something better to do”. Serena was not a particularly malicious person. At least not too much. One cannot become a top student of Mordath Villain Academy without being at least decently malicious and sadistic after all. However for some reason she seemed to respect me of all people.
OK I'll admit it. “Respect” might be a bad word to describe it. It would be more accurate to call it a “begrudging acceptance”. I'm not sure why but it's probably because, despite my relatively poor academic achievements compared to the rest of the group, I could not be crushed under her heel like an “annoying bug” during battle practice.
I was bestowed the honor of being an “average rodent” by her instead. That might not have seemed much different to me… or the rest of the students… or the instructors… or anyone else for that matter, but to her it apparently made a difference.
Enough of a difference to fight me seriously during the sparring sessions at least. And the result was all but pleasant for me. Especially considering the fact that we are at the Mordath Villain Academy, and not some third rate training facility. Here a spar ends only when the time ends. The founder of the academy was Mordath, the Onyx Lich himself after all, and for that man, no half measures were acceptable. And since he founded the academy, he would not stop halfway and do everything in his power to guarantee results. Unfortunately for me, there isn’t really that much that's beyond his power. And as a result, the next four hours of combat practice I had experienced were hell incarnate.
I fought desperately with everything I had, and after a couple of seconds, or maybe a minute if I was lucky I made a mistake, and got stabbed, beheaded, gutted, frozen, burned, or one of a thousand other ways miss prodigy chose to torture me with that round.
After suffering such fate the magical wards on the arena would activate, heal me, rejuvenate my muscles, refill my mana reserves and in a few seconds announce the beginning of the next round.
I “died” about a hundred times today already, and all I had to show for it was a cut off finger and a frostbite on her eyebrow. Some would call even that result impressive, but I preferred to call it humiliating.
How can I be satisfied with dying a hundred times for a finger and some dead skin? Give me a break. Who would be ok with that? I'm not that pathetic.
Probably.
But even still, if that was all of it I would call it a particularly unpleasant monday, and that would be it. But today was indeed, a BAD day.
Before I could even finish washing the literal buckets of my own blood from my hair, I was jumped by a bunch of guys under the showers and gotten beaten senseless for “daring to lay a hand on their love”.
Honestly… how pathetic can you be to be so obsessed with a person that doesn’t even know you exist.
I could not even protect myself properly. The guys that jumped me were a bunch of comically muscular brutes that probably eat rocks and shit out sand, while I was just a naked human mage without any magical armor, spell focus, and my head half submerged in water.
I'm only above average at fighting… I'm no Serena. I can’t do miracles.
So there I was, lying naked, half of me covered in blood, the other half beaten blue and black, with my hair still covered in shampoo and my brain spinning on its highest gears to figure out how to even get up.
And then, as if nothing happened a secretary walked into the showers and started to speak to me as if nothing was wrong.
“Oh. Here you are, boy! I was just looking for you! Come with me quickly. The Headmaster is looking for you.”
Now imagine my shock. A headmaster was looking for me. Dark Lord Mordath, the Ruler of the Underworld, the Runic Monarch, the FUCKING GODSLAYER, was looking for me.
Not just for anyone closest, not just for anyone of specific species or gender for some of his deranged experiments, but for me specifically.
What the fuck?
Why?
And you know what the worst part is? It wasn’t even time for lunch yet. And that means this day is only just beginning.
Secretary of course didn’t bother inquiring about my present condition. The academy only had four rules and none of them were broken by simply beating a student up. It was a villain academy after all. They are going to teach us, but how we live is the last of their concerns. And since no rules were broken, the secretary naturally didn’t care either.
He did at least give me enough time to get dressed before quite literally dragging me to the headmasters office, but that was a small comfort if you take into account that he most certainly did not give me an opportunity to go find a healer, or at least drink a healing potion, so my whole body was still colorful like some sort of abstract art piece with bloodstains and bruises covering most of it.
Well, at least it didn’t look like I got any of my bones broken so there is that…
And after a short, at least objectively, journey to the headmasters office we were greeted by a set of huge doors. They were enormous, made of gold and so absolutely covered in precious stones that one might think they were there to compensate for something, although none would dare to say that considering who the creator of the doors was.
As we closed in, the unimaginably heavy doors started to open on their own letting us into the spacious chamber behind.
And in there sat two people, to whom I can attribute my current missfortune. One of those people was someone that I did expect to see here, after all the onyx skeleton dressed in vibrant purple robe was none other than the headmaster himself, the other one however, left me confused.
He looked like a tall and muscular, yet slender man with ashen skin, three pairs of leathery bat-like wings on his back and two antler-like horns that extended from his forehead and regularly sparked with magical lightning. Yet despite his intimidating appearance it was not his looks that caught my attention, it was his aura.
That man was powerful.
Very powerful.
As a mage I am naturally very adept at sensing manaflow, and magical fluctuations, which allowed me to instantly recognise how strong the person in front of me was. The magical energy danced around and flawed into him as if he was a maw of some incomprehensible eldritch horror slowly devouring the very universe around him. It was almost enough to match the cyclone of mana generated by The Headmaster which up to this point remained by far the strongest magical phenomenon I had ever seen.
Terrifying.
“Here you are! We were starting to get worried that You are not going to show up at all!” said The Lich, his voice seemingly happy yet carrying a barely perceivable tinge of annoyance. “We don't have much time so i will tell you why you were called and what you are to do, and you will do it, are we clear?”
“Yes sir!” I could only answer this way. Even though I wanted to curse at the undead bastard in front of me. Even though I had a feeling I would not be happy with what I'm supposed to do, who could disobey the will of Mordath The Godslayer? Certainly not me.
“All right then. I was having a chat with my friend here, and he was bitching about how difficult it is to conquer his world for a demon…”
“Demon Lord.” Interrupted the stranger “I did not kill the entire gods damned demon realm monarchy to be called just a demon”
“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever you say Sparky” Agreed the Lich and waved his hand before continuing, seemingly oblivious to a overbearing magical pressure his guest started to emit as a result of his remark “Well the point is, he thinks us undead have it easy, and i think he is full of shit, and simply cannot admit that i'm better than him.”
The Lich finished, and seemed content to remain silent as if everything has already been explained.
“I… understand my master. But how does this connect to me?” I said. More than a little confused.
However instead of the lich, it was the demon in the room that answered with a sneering tone.
“Isn’t it obvious boy? The old sack of bones over here said i'm over exaggerating the difficulty of my goals, and to prove it he offered to send one of his students to complete three tasks I attempted, and failed to achieve”
Hearing that my mind went blank. How in hell am I supposed to achieve something that even this monster of a person failed to accomplish? Is this some sort of devilish joke I'm too human to understand?
“Well then what will you do?” Asked the headmaster, apparently unconcerned by my shocked expression. “Do you accept this task, keep in mind that I would be very disappointed in you if you choose to refuse…”
And that was it. Ever since we were kidnapped by that old fuck, and forced to “learn proper villainy” under him we were made to understand that disappointing Him meant death, and not a quick one at that. So since he said what he did I did not really have a choice in the matter.
“Ok i'll do it” I said, my tone expressing exactly how willing i truly was to undertake this task “When do i start? I had to take my things and…”
“No. I don't think that will be necessary.” Said the demon handing me a piece of crumpled up parchment “And you will be starting immediatly”.
Just as he finished his sentence a phantom hand suddenly gripped me by the shoulder and started dragging me towards a portal that suddenly opened on a nearby wall. I yelped in surprise and only had a time to glance hatefully at the two figures still standing in the room before I fell through the runic circle comprising the portal.
I did not have time to ask any questions, but when I was still traveling through the dimensional corridor of the portal spell I got some time to reorganize my thoughts and realized something unusual about what was said in the office.
There is no Demon Lord.
The demon realm monarchy is a bunch of subjects that serve under Mordath for milenia now. And most importantly why would the thrice cursed lich make fun of the demon for his inability to conquer a world that was already conquered by him instead of killing him for disobedience?
It just didn’t make any sense. Unless…
But just as I was about to finish this train of thought I was thrown out by the rapidly shrinking portal door and was stunned by what I saw. In front of me, in the great expanse of the beautifully azure sky there were tens, maybe even hundreds of floating islands of different shapes and sizes, each one floating on its own, or in some kind of bizarre archipelago of floating stones.
At that point I knew my inference was true. I was no longer in my world. I was in fact so stunned by the realization, that I failed to notice an even more important fact of significantly more pressing nature. It was only when I finally noticed that the wind was only getting faster, and all the floating islands around me seemed to be rapidly moving upwards did I finally catch on to the fact that this damn demon didn’t even bother to open the portal on the ground.
So there i was.
Mentally exhausted, brutally beaten up, and now rapidly falling into oblivion in a universe that I don't even belong to, with a set of three impossible tasks to complete…
I believe that taking all of it into consideration I can say that without a shadow of a doubt, Today…
…Is a BAD day.
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Hello! Loving the game. Im not sure where else to report bugs.
Not sure if this is one. I completed chapter 7 and got no tech points(scrolls, whatever u wanna call them)
I even made a few squads surrender during the mission! Nbd i am just playing on normal. I was just wondering if this is a bug or intended?
While im here i might as well ask people, is there any guide anywhere that explains the more obtuse/weirdly worded abilities? For example, Lucky, and the one that increases crit chance by an amount based on "increases to hit."
I can understand wanting to keep some mystery since many games of this kind do that. But i prefer to have mechanics clearly laid out :)

I 26F am putting in my two weeks notice at my toxic job tomorrow and am so unbelievably excited. I took last week off and now am going to quit. I got an offer for a place that will pay less but I truly think will be 100x less stressful, and will not ever require me to take the work home with me. I'm so excited to feel like I can breathe again.
The people pleaser in me is scared for their reactions. I'm scared I'll get called selfish for quitting after taking a whole week off. I'm also scared of just getting scolded and ostracized in my last two weeks. I know that's totally irrational and it shouldn't matter because I'm leaving anyways but for some reason I'm still feeling this way. Honestly just looking for some words of encouragement before tomorrow morning since I'm really bad with any confrontation and that's something I'm working on, but in the meantime I'm feeling very anxious.

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"So the last round is a four person free for all?" James asked as he saw the tournament finale.
"Yes." Amina said. "Once you've been struck seven times you'll be locked out of the fight and you'll be immobilized and shielded until it's over. Here's what's going to happen."
"So we're really not going to talk about the centaur in the room?" James asked.
"James focus." Amina said, ignoring his quip. "You, myself, and this Raend fellow are going to team up against the Glag."
"Okay so it as A... Glag?" James asked. "Glag isn't its name."
"It's both." Amina said simply. "That's neither here nor there. We need to work together to defeat the Glag or else we'll all be defeated within the first minute of the fight."
James's eyebrows furrowed at that. He looked over at the spot where the Glag(?) was standing in the corner of the room. Once again it seemed to be staring straight ahead with its mouth agape and drooling out the slurry of stone and saliva.
"That thing?" He asked. "You sure?"
"Okay." Amina said with her hands in front of her face in a prayer position as she took a deep breath. "James, that thing is a sentient variation of an earth elemental. It's faster than it looks. It's.... well... it's not SMARTER than it looks. But it is much more clever than you're probably giving it credit for. Besides which, remember what the devices on out chests are designed to signal for?"
James looked down at the small brass and crystal device. "Yeah. Hits." He said.
She poked his forehead with a finger. "Hits that would be lethal in a real fight." She reminded him. "Which for you and me means basically anything anyone in this tournament can throw at us. Now. Tell me. What's lethal for an elemental made of stone?"
"Oh." He said once he thought of the question for a moment.
"Yeah." She said. Then she made a face and her hand moved to her stomach.
James quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching, and when he saw the one other humanoid fighter in the room, presumably Raend, was busy reading a book, he turned to Amina and moved to provide her a bit of cover.
"You okay?" He asked.
Amina took several deep breaths and steeled herself a bit. "Yes. Though morning sickness is an incredibly inaccurate term."
"Need some water or something?" He asked. Then he thought of the hit she'd taken at the end of her fight with Gorna. "Say, maybe this wasn't a good idea. Having you in this tournament."
"Not a chance." She said as she spit a bit of saliva out into the nearby spittoon. "Besides. There's no way you win against that thing with only two people."
"Seriously?" James asked. "We are talking about that guy right?" He reiterated with a thumb over his shoulder as the two of them approached Raend.
Glag continued staring passively at the rack of spears that was in front of him.
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Vickers had just finished talking to the owner of the building that the letter had specified, the same one he had been converted in, when he heard a familiar armored gait approaching. He folded the letter from the council and put it in his back pocket, and was walking around the wagon with the silver barbed mesh that would line the rooms for Five and Driscoll when he ran into the owner of the familiar stride pattern.
"Well. Looks like we get to-" His voice trailed off as he looked at the unexpected arrival. Then he looked up higher. "You're not Atrafar." He said with a cocked eyebrow. The hand that had just put the letter away slid up his back until it was resting on his pistol. He'd had to break off and then file down the trigger guard to be able to use it again.
"No. No I'm not." The massive, grey and white muzzled, werewolf in Outer Light armor said with a cocked eyebrow of its own.
"The council sent you?" Vickers asked. "You're overseeing the conversion?"
The wolf looked down at his armor for a moment. "Looks that way." He said. "I assume that you're Chief Anthony Vickers?"
"Yeah." The SEAL answered as the large wolf began to slowly look him up and down.
After a few moments of awkward silence the newcomer spoke up again. "Night brothers are rare. You're smaller than she makes you sound." He said as he approached the wagon and casually lifted one of the silver mesh bundles with his gauntleted hand.
Vickers donned a confused expression. "Than who makes me sound?"
"My daughter." The wolf said as it carefully walked into the building with the bundle, grabbing one of the tool bags from the side of the wagon with his empty hand. "Atrafar. I'm Outer Light Commander De'Lius Dauntless. Retired. Though I've been recalled for the next few days." He said as he disappeared into the door. "Let's get to work."
Vickers tried to bite his lip, forgetting that his new facial structure didn't exactly allow that particular expression. "Fuck." He said under his breath.
He reached over to one of the remaining bundles on the wagon and tried to lift it. It took a bit of effort, and he wasn't able to one hand it like the Commander had. But eventually he got it onto his shoulder and went inside as well.
"Fuck fuck fuuuuuuck." He said as he went inside.
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Werner slowly emerged from the third and final slumber to the sight of the healing ward's ceiling.
"There she is." Said the voice of Margaret Choi. "How are you Ambassador? Are you with us?"
Werner felt the back of the bed raising a bit, putting her into a slanted seated position.
"Yeah." She said before breaking into a yawn. "How did it go?"
"Well that really depends on you." Nurse Choi said. "As far as everything on our side is concerned the procedure went off without a hitch. How do you feel?"
She thought about it for a moment. "I fell okay I guess." Then a slightly more pressing issue presented itself. "I need to pee really badly."
"Well that's good." Nurse Choi replied. "I only removed your catheter about an hour ago. So that'll be a good chance to make sure that part went well. Though I'm sure it did. Come on and stand up."
Werner did as instructed and saw the Minotaur, Shrend, standing off to the side and looking at her charts. "Healer Farstorm." She greeted him.
"Welcome back Ambassador." Shrend said with a warm smile. "Things went well. Please follow Mrs. Choi and she'll get you where you need to go."
Ten minutes later, and much more relieved, she was back in the room and undergoing tests. They ran her through a familiar gamut of motor skill, walking stability, and various cognitive tests. Nurse Choi compared the results to the records that Earth had sent over for them.
By the time they were done it was nearly night again, and Werner was hovering on the border of breaking out into tears.
"Well Ambassador." Shrend said as he and Nurse Choi looked over the results and comparisons. "I don't want to count my drakes before they hatch. But if these results mean what Mrs. Choi says they do, then I think it's been a success. I really need to work on understanding English so I can read these more easily." He joked.
"I haven't scored that well since I was in my twenties." Werner said as she fought to keep her eyes dry.
"Well hopefully it stays that way for a long time." Nurse Choi said as she placed a hand on Werner's shoulder. The other hand grabbed a towel and handed it to her. "It's okay to be happy." She whispered softly.
Werner took the advice and let herself cry for a bit. The Nurse rubbed her back a little as she slowly got herself back under control and wiped her face.
"Thank you so much." She said between sobbing bouts.
"Oh. No need for that." Shrend said. "Healing and helping people is what we do. Now let's see about getting you back to your quarters and we'll have you back tomorrow for a bit more testing."
"Okay." She said as she let the nurse help her back to her feet.
She didn't stumble, or misstep at all in the ten or so minutes it took to get back. And by the time she got there she felt like she was floating.
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"You want to do what?" King Farrick asked.
"I've been ordered to restart testing on transmittal of living specimens to Earth from Petravus your majesty." Col. Muhammed said flatly. "We've set up a pressure chamber that can handle that particular issue and help them depressurize. Plus we have reason to believe that our world has become magically saturated enough that even a Petravian citizen should be able to survive the trip. Though, obviously we'll be starting with Earth citizens."
She pressed a button and a series of windows appeared on his screen, showing videos of people performing feats of strength and speed similar to what some of the Earth people in the castle were capable of now. Some of the videos showed people performing magical spells, though they were all simply, fire and wind attacks, moving earth, summoning light. Some of them showed people accidentally dealing with the carnage that some of that resulted in. There was a news segment, with Petravian subtitles put in place for him, talking about something called an "Influencer" dying after they attempted to fly over something called the Grand Canyon.
"I had assumed as much." He said after a few minutes of watching the curious footage. No matter how many times he saw them, videos amazed him. "I take it that you intend to have the Ambassador send over a few of the people we released."
"That's the long term goal." She admitted openly. "For now we intend to start with small wildlife. Rats or something equivalent. We're not looking to risk any human, or humanoid, life just yet."
"Hmm. Fair enough." He concurred. "You might be happy to know that my healers say that Ambassador Werner has emerged from her final rejuvenation session and all signs point toward a healthy recovery."
The Colonel smiled, and for the first time King Farrick thought it might have been a genuine one.
"That's excellent news." She said. "If the therapy proves fully successful, or hell even partially, that will revolutionize the medical field on our world. Did Nurse Choi take notes?"
"Extensive ones." The King said. "As did our chief healer."
"I look forward to reading them. Whenever you're willing to send them."
The King leaned forward a bit, knowing that he was at an advantage in this exchange
"Tell me." He said as he continued watching the footage that was rapidly changing on his screen. "What kind of magical trouble are the people over there causing?"

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