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Chapter Three: Three Dead Men
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Faye looks over at the arguing trio, should she add fraud to her crimes? Also, Geralt never asked for a paycheck. None of us have. Where are they getting all of this from?
She takes the rock and cautiously takes a bite of it…
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Apollo laughed. “No, it’s one of the rarest pieces of allimium left anywhere. Basically, it allows the consumer to mirror, but it must be distributed equally or else it just ends up with horrible stomach aches for the ones who get more and headaches for those who get less.”
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*Pandora eated(i can never remember the proper thingy eight IDK) the rock and practiced her fire, compressing it so it was purple and would not burn anything she focused on keeping it that way.
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“I… I have no idea.” Odysseus’ crystalline device beeps. “Ok. We can leave now. HiFly, to reroute the power, we need Geralt actually. Geralt, can you hit a frequency of 253.7?”
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“Oh cool! Hey Geralt, now that you get to mirror, I’d choose now as the best time to leave. As for me, I’ll be right back. Blue Skidoo, you can too!” Jack leapt into the air, vanishing in a puff of silver smoke.
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Apollo facepalmed. “Next time he comes back I’m mirroring him with me.” Apollo reroutes the power of 2000 amps to the top.
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Jack reappeared, holding a grocery bag full of snacks.
“Yes.”
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Odysseus opens his eyes and reappears in the facility, laying down on the slab as he always had.
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“did he just rhyme?”, she said looking up from her purple fire.
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“You bet your ass I did.” Jack whistled, pulling out a sandwich.
“I’ve got some cookies for you, Apollo. Gluten-free.” He threw the bag to him.
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Apollo lands on the slab as well. “Hey.”
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The bag flumped onto the grass as Apollo teleported away when he threw them. Jack teleported away as well, throwing the bag directly into Apollo’s face.
“BAM! Cookies, bitch!”
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*Pandora crouched down and blew the grass with the purple fire, it was like a breeze, until she lost focus then it turned normal and started burning the grass, she yelped and stamped the fire out before it could spread*
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Apollo looked at the cookie. “Thanks but I already ate last week. Will it be fresh in 2 days?”
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“I-I guess man.” Jack said, looking at him weirdly.
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