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| *Dream Epel runs, smiling* |
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What is the meaning of this? What in the world are we seeing?! |
| That white bird...I think we found the dreamer. | This is nightmare material... |
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Come to think of it, Epel's always talkin' about how he wants to be all big an' strong like Jack. |
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I think I get it. He had no trouble imagining a muscular frame since he sees them among his fellow freshmen every day. But he lacked the imagination to envision his own face with a proportionate level of musculature. That makes sense. |
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How does ANY of this make sense?! Does he not stop to question the oddity of his own appearance?! |
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From what I understand, people tend to be oddly accepting of bizarre phenomena inside of dreams. |
| *Idia's tablet floats in* |
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Huh. Epel's got a pretty weak imagination. If we're lucky, we'll have an easy time waking him up. |
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Huh? Is that Idia talkin' from the tablet? |
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Yup. He uses this for communication. How's the feed looking, Idia? |
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It's coming in at about 480p. I wanted to be the guy giving directions while watching the monitor like a super-hacker at some secret agency... |
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But the on-screen video and resolution are so jank, it's more like I'm on a video call or I'm watching a vlog. |
| By the way, what did you mean by "weak imagination"? | Why would we have an easy time waking him up? |
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It's pretty much what I said. |
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Epel clearly looks out of place to all of you, right? Shoddy craftsmanship equals more exploitable vulnerabilities. |
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Hm. So that's how it works. In that case, maybe a heavy shock to his system would help. Sebek got jolted awake by a strong punch. |
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It's a bit heavy-handed, but I can't deny it worked for me. |
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All right, let's catch up to him, quick! |
| *They run after Epel* |
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Epel! |
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Ah, Grim! MC! Good morning! |
| And behind you, Ah see...Ortho and some Diasomnia fellas Ah don't hardly know. |
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Ah don' get why ya'll're glowerin'. |
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Cease your incessant mumbling! |
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Huh? Ah was just... Ain't you Sebek from Class D? What's yer problem? Y'wanna start somethin' with me, huh? |
| *Epel approaches Sebek* |
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Eep! Epel's even taller than Sebek now! |
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I think he might be even taller than Jack Howl. This must be the result of his wish to grow big and strong. |
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Hey, Epel! |
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You're one of the shortest guys in the freshman class. You're barely taller than me! |
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Huh? Didja say Ah'm one'a the shortest folks in the freshman class? Ahaha, that's a good one. |
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Ah've grown a whole bunch since Ah enrolled here. Now Ah'm the tallest freshman in school. Ah'm even taller than mah housewarden now. |
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That's ludicrous. You were far smaller than this when you came to Lilia's farewell party. I remember what you said to Lilia... |
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"You and I are basically the same size, but you've always done just as much as Malleus, no matter the occasion. I really admire that." |
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And he in turn told you, "A mage is a mage no matter their physique"! |
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Lilia's...farewell party? |
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Epel Felmier. May I ask a few questions? I've been hoping to grow taller, myself. What diet and exercise regimen did you follow to achieve such a rapid growth spurt? |
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Umm, Ah had meat, milk, apples...an' veggies, Ah guess? Ah just ate a lot. |
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Uh-huh. And when was it that your height exceeded that of Vil Schoenheit? |
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Lessee... When was it again? Uhh... When WAS it? Ah know Ah got taller'n Vil... Hrk! |
| *The screen shakes and ripples* |
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Mah head... It hurts! |
| *Darkness appears* |
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This black haze... It's darkness! |
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The Malleus clone GMs must be on their way to do course-corrections now that the user is deviating from the dream. |
| *Faceless versions of Vil and Rook emerge from the darkness* |
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Is that... Vil and Rook?! |
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