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What?
*Stops at a bend in the corridor*
*My finger pierces the drywall, emitting a technicolor array of light at the point of impact, and I trace a line down its length*
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What?
*Stops at a bend in the corridor*
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That’s it.
I just seamlessly go from world to world as reality bends around me. Or maybe I bend reality? Anyways, controlling where I’m going isn’t easy, but the maps help.
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No. Unlike you, I’m unable to stop moving between worlds. My existence… has a weird effect on reality.
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First, like you said, I enjoy finding new places, going on adventures.
But really - I don’t have a choice.
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Really, the world has me at its fingertips.
*continues along the hallway, noting down each door*
I just roll with it.
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You’ve got that right.
*steps out into the corridor and continues mapping the mansion*
But I don’t really have a choice, even if I didn’t want that I mean. However your existence works, it must be a lot closer to a regular person.
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*Looks down at the notebook and begins to slowly sketch the shape of the room we’re in*
You’re like the exact opposite of me.
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I’m going to map this place. This is too important to pass up.
Anyways, how do you go between worlds. I can tell you don’t do it like I end up doing.
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I mean, I’ve always assumed, but you’re the first I’ve met.
*takes a notebook and a pencil out of a pouch on my belt*
Hey, do you mind if we walk as we talk?
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Reality is a fickle like that.