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*Takes the book* Thanks. Based on what you learned, did the world before its fall seem like it could support or hold or create Twisteds or are they completely new?

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How long ago did your relatives get here?

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Zel: Oh, my mom and dad were scavengers that settled down in this town a dozen or so years before I was born.

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*As soon as they reach the purple-tinted edge of the oblong area, they disintegrate into nothingness*
So much for survival.

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*has been silent this whole time, but speaks up*
At least shes actually doing something. Here I thought she'd simply annoy us the whole time, though it seems she can multitask at tad bit too well for my tastes.

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Yeah, but they still gave of themselves for our sake. Just do it real quick and I'll explain more on the way down.

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Neil: No problem, I'll probably spend the next few days making an archive of it. And it's highly unlikely that the world would have had twisteds before its fall given what I read and could understand. They are something that's likely only appeared after the fall, so they might be linked. *Yawns and pulls up my sleeve to reveal a slightly clunky looking watch.* It's getting a bit late outside my friend so why don't we find you and your friends empty rooms and we can continue talking tomorrow?

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*Bows really low to the man then gets in* But if they're doing it voluntarily, then isn't that like payment? Why not just pay them instead?

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Oh, we're totally paying them. Someone just paid the company on our behalf, and that'll go to his pay. But it's not as personal.

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*has been silent this whole time, but speaks up*
At least shes actually doing something. Here I thought she'd simply annoy us the whole time, though it seems she can multitask at tad bit too well for my tastes.

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Ah, poor things. *The virus shrinks and slithers into its gem* Blue Magic--

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What does that even mean? Of course, I can multitask. I'd be a useless Gold Scribe if I couldn't. *Swirls of blue aura in various shades appear around me, releasing drops of water into each other; they twist around each other according to the movements of my hands* Anyway, the Blue Magic will convert any matter it touches directly into energy—thermal energy, of course, for maximum uselessness.

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Unless someone can convert it.

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I can exploit Carnot efficiency to ensure that the efficiency of such a conversion would be very, very low.

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Do that then.

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*The aura coalesces into a cloud that floats leisurely into its gem* Indigo Magic: This'll be about as overkill as overkill can get. It'll split chemical bonds between atoms, strip atoms of all their electrons, eliminate the weak force and burst apart nuclei, and eliminate the strong force and explode protons and neutrons. I need to give this a specific kind of target in order to prevent it from literally destroying the air around it; how specific do you want it?

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Non-atmospheric gases.

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Only non-atmospheric gases?

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Correct. It'll destroy anything it touches other than air.

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Non-atmospheric gases it is. *Dozens of needles trailing indigo thread appear in the air, beginning to weave a velvet tapestry* You don't happen to like any particular flag designs, do you?

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Other than my own?

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That flag it is. *After a minute or two, finishes the flag, mostly purple tinted, and it flows into its gem* The Violet Magic overlaps with the Blue Magic in the conversion of matter and energy. The best I can do with this is to accelerate entropy. *A chunk of obsidian appears in front of me and I chip at it rapidly with several chisels* What would you like me to sculpt?