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You know, if all the information found in the book in that other world or whatever is true, it just makes the outsiders look more like scumbags. If I have a giant sentient castle munching on my soul, I'd rather know about it, you know? I don't think I'm really the only one, right? If you have more information, you can make a better decision. Maybe it'd have changed things...

Of course, I guess there hasn't been mass exodus, huh? Is it just that it would be too hard? There's some stuff set up out in the dead zone, but not enough to support everybody in the castle. People would actually have to work for their keep. Maybe it's easier to just pay tribute.

It sounds really ominous, doensn't it? That you're feeding something off your soul. If it's true. But I have to wonder then, what if souls regenerate or something? Maybe souls can heal like bodies do. I guess I don't know enough, but there might be some here who could talk about that. [A small amused sound.]

Though, the world outside is the most exciting thing here, too. We really are living in a world that hasn't been explored... and it's full of beautiful, magical mysteries out there. But even though there are ways we could get out, most people just stay in the castle all the time. Some adventurers.

Who wants to play a game?

[Anyway. Today Rin can be found out on the edge of the woods, in her usual haunt - under Alexstrasza's tree. She's leaned up back against the trunk with her journal over her knees, and her Arcanine sprawled out at her feet, enjoying the dappled sunshine.

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Yeah, that's true. It's not as if this place would stop pulling people in just because we left, and I guess for all the people who are just rabid to get home, it would be bad to leave.

Anyway, a word game.

That too! People that wander into the Dead Zone for a long time get stuck out there, right? Because the castle can't put them back where it got them when they're there.

How do you play?

I guess we don't really know-know that. I mean, I've been out in the dead zone but pulled back in for world changes in the past, and stuff. So the castle can maybe do pretty much what it wants.

The game is "a wizard has stolen your heart." So you pick one thing that's your heart, and one thing that's you - anything. And then the other person has to say a way they can be reunited.

Yeah, but unless the castle decides to send someone in the Dead Zone home, it's kind of hard to test out. Also if we did, we'd definitely need more than one person around so they could tell us when the other person went home.

Things? So basically any two words I want to be my heart and me?

Yeah, that's true. [...] But... I've been skimming the journals lately... and someone I know left for the dead zone is here again now.

Yeah, that's how it goes.

What?! Seriously? You mean the castle made them reappear, right, not that they just happened to walk back into Paradisa, because I don't think that counts.

And uh... okay. What about if my heart was a computer and I was a hammer?

He left the castle on purpose. So I think the castle had to have made him come back.

[A small sigh... Roy :( but she thinks about this now.]

My heart's a computer, but I am a hammer. Who'd bring a hammer close to a computer? Nobody smart, but the person using me isn't, always. My heart never behaves and one day they get really angry, so they take me down and smash my heart up. It breaks into a million pieces but I'm in the middle of them, so that's not as bad as it might be.

You're a shoe and your heart's a glass bottle.

Weird...

Oh wow, that got kind of dark.

Okay, uh... my heart is a glass bottle, but I am a shoe. My heart was going to be taken to the recycling, but the plastic bottle of leather polish sprung a leak, and all of it had to be put into my heart... gross... Anyways, now whenever I need to be polished me and my heart are brought together again!

Okay, what if you were a spider but your heart was a rose?

[Dropping the subject of Roy Harper for now to giggle at little at John's answer. Gross indeed!]

My heart is in the middle of a beautiful garden, but that's easy because it's a good place for a spider to live. I make my way to my heart and spin my web using it for support, and I live out my days there with my heart as the summer passes.

What if you're a sword but your heart is a cake?

Oh man, this one is easy!

My heart is a cake, but my body is a shitty sword owned by the Striders. They're kind of stupid and don't keep normal knives in the house, so instead of using a knife to cut my heart they use my body. Sure, my body is cutting my heart up, but we are close until my heart gets digested.

Okay now you're a pair of scissors and your heart is refrigerator.

[Giggle] You know some weird people, John.

Umm. My heart and myself, we live in the same house! We even live in the same room, but we're still kind of apart. The grown-ups know what they're doing with us, after all, and there's no reason we should go in the refrigerator. But then they have children, and those children grow up enough to mess around with things like kids do, and one day when they're messing, they put me in the fridge and forget about me. It's good to be within my heart like that, even if it's the other way around.

You're an earring, and your heart is... [...] A brick.

You have no idea!

Uh... okay, I am owned by a really kooky girl. She likes to make weird things that no one actually uses. Like you know those really crappy hand made clay pots and popsicle statues that kids make for their parents? She makes those kind of things! Anyways, she takes a brick and paints it... for some reason! And since she doesn't have anything better to do with it, she starts keeping her jewelry on it. So I am basically always with my heart, unless she wants to wear me that day.

Now you're a tomato and your heart is a squeaky dog toy.

[Laughing omg John what... HE'S SO CUTE]

Okay... okay. I grow in a garden owned by people who have a dog that eats anything! He eats me one day. And then he eats his squeaky dog toy. We are reunited in his stomach!

Your heart is a duck, and you're a see-saw.

I belong to a family with kids that live close to a pond, it's pretty neat, the kids come out and play and stuff whenever it's nice out. My heart also likes to play, it's kind of an adventurous heart, I guess. So my heart figures out it really likes the see-saw, it likes to run from one end to the other whenever the kids aren't around. So we are mostly together.

Your heart is a writing desk and you are an oven mitt.

Someone very eccentric owns my heart and me, too. He wears things over his hands all the time! So, for a good bit of the time, he's wearing an oven mitt while he writes on his desk. That oven mitt is me and my heart is the desk. We're together!

You're a sunflower seed. Your heart is an ice skate.

My heart is owned by someone that doesn't have a lot of money at the moment, but she really loves to garden. So she takes her childhood ice skate, my heart, and fills it up with dirt. In the dirt she plants me, a sunflower seed she got from some random flower or something she came across while driving around someday, since I don't think the salted kind you can by at grocery stores will grow. Anyways, we are together now!

And uh... I think I am kind of out of ideas! Which is weird to say, because there are lots of objects around, but I was just sort of saying whatever I saw around me, or popped into my head, and things aren't really popping into my head anymore.

Ehehe! I like that one... I guess we're done playing, in that case. Did you like it?

It was a pretty good game! It didn't make a lot of sense at first, but it was easy to figure out what you gave an example.

I'm glad! I liked playing it with you, anyway.

I'll try to think up a game for us to play sometime too. Not that I play a lot of word games like this, but I'm sure I can think up something!