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So Arven, how's school been?

“Pretty good, actually!” Arven said. “I’m having a lot of fun in Mr. Saguaro’s class! Ms. Tyme’s class, however, is really hard. I hate math!”

#arven #asks

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Did any of your pokemon turn large as well? Could they help release you? :0

At that question, a strange sense of nostalgia washed over the two of them. Their team… how long has it been since they last saw their team?

“We… haven’t had our teams for awhile now.” Sada admitted. “Except for my Salamence and Alvaro’s Gallade and Gardevoir.”

“But the slight problem is… they’re not large. And they’re still in their Pokeballs.” Turo said. The Pokeballs were so small to the point where they couldn’t safely release them.

Sada thinks for a moment. “I know… we can get Arven to release them!”

#asks #sada #turo

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What is love?

Both Turo and Sada looked confused about this question. What did this Anon mean? Maybe they were asking about the definition of love?

“Love can mean a lot of things,” Turo said. “It can be romantic , platonic, familial. If I had to give it one definition; it would be a deep emotional bond with another person or a group of peopl-.”

Suddenly, Arven pops out from behind his mom’s shoulder.

“BABY DON’T HURT ME! DON’T HURT ME! NO MORE 🎶!” He belted out.

Oh. That’s what that anon meant.

#asks #sada #turo #//this ask was golden

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“Neat! That’s what our Clavell works as too!” Sada, while still keeping her voice down, was smiling in excitement. “Wait, other occupations? What did you do?”

“It’s… been a while since we’ve heard from him…” Turo added silently.

Their AIs… well, Androids. Turo remembered the day they were created as if it happened yesterday. Most of their staff had quit on them, calling the time machine a “fool’s errand.” So in their desperation, they created AIs in their exact own likeliness. But over time, they started to gain their own opinions…

“We, at first, created them to assist us with the time machine. A majority of our staff had quit on us.” Turo explained. “But over time, they started to try to warn us about the absurdity of the time machine. We didn’t heed their warnings… not until it was too late.”

“Now? They’re our friends. They’ve given us way more kindness than what we actually deserve.” Sada chuckles, somewhat mirthlessly.

From Cl4ve11’s perspective, a video call suddenly came through. It picked up on its own, and both Sada and Turo noticed who was on the other end. Clavell. Well… an alternate Clavell. It was most likely one of those other dimensions.

“Oh, so you’re the Clavell of your universe. It’s nice to meet you,” Turo smiled.

“Hey, Clavell!” Sada waved. Her volume wasn’t really a shout, more like a quiet greeting.

He looks up as a video feed cued to his Desk HUD, surprise flickering over his face as he registers the two. His core tightens at the sight of his creators, together for the first time in so many years. He brushes the thought aside, schooling his face to a smile. These were not his creators, not HIS Turo and Sada... Another reality it seemed.

He pushed his glasses up a bit, pointedly ignoring the yellow of his LED as he dipped his head.

"Ah... another reality it seems. A pleasure to meet you."

It was a but jarring to have his name... so common in the mouths of strangers, but it was something he was fast becoming accustomed to.

"How, if I may be so bold to inquire.... how were you able to find my Multiverse Location Frequency?"

#interaction: ai clavell #sada #turo

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Turo noticed the way Clavell smiled too, tilting his head in confusion away from the shoulder that AI Turo was sitting on. He didn’t get why both Sada and Clavell were laughing. RIP techno dad.

He also noted how… saddened Clavell looked. What happened to his Turo and Sada? Turo was aware in some universes, at least one of them was dead. It could’ve happened to them in their universe if it weren’t for their increase in size.

It made them both wonder… was their current state meant to be a blessing? A curse? Both? Neither? It saved their lives in a pinch, but now they could never leave their lab unless something was figured out.

It was all… so confusing.

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At Clavell’s question, the metaphorical gears in Sada’s head were turning. What should she ask? There were so many questions… a-ha!

“What do you do in your universe? Are you still the director of Naranja-Uva Academy? Is it called Naranja-Uva Academy, or is it something different?” Sada asked curiously.

From Cl4ve11’s perspective, a video call suddenly came through. It picked up on its own, and both Sada and Turo noticed who was on the other end. Clavell. Well… an alternate Clavell. It was most likely one of those other dimensions.

“Oh, so you’re the Clavell of your universe. It’s nice to meet you,” Turo smiled.

“Hey, Clavell!” Sada waved. Her volume wasn’t really a shout, more like a quiet greeting.

He looks up as a video feed cued to his Desk HUD, surprise flickering over his face as he registers the two. His core tightens at the sight of his creators, together for the first time in so many years. He brushes the thought aside, schooling his face to a smile. These were not his creators, not HIS Turo and Sada... Another reality it seemed.

He pushed his glasses up a bit, pointedly ignoring the yellow of his LED as he dipped his head.

"Ah... another reality it seems. A pleasure to meet you."

It was a but jarring to have his name... so common in the mouths of strangers, but it was something he was fast becoming accustomed to.

"How, if I may be so bold to inquire.... how were you able to find my Multiverse Location Frequency?"

#interaction: ai clavell #sada #turo

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AI Sada nodded. “Of course, file transfer engaging…” her eyes flickered cyan, the file transfer traveling via the computer.

“We know it’s a lot to take in,” Turo smiled sadly. “And realistically, any assistance will be appreciated, no matter how small.”

Sada let out a huff of a laugh at Turo’s unintentional pun, to which the man responded with a confused raise of his eyebrow.

“So, what’s your reality like?” She asked, her blue eyes lighting up with curiosity.

Sada noticed how his eyes flickered like her AI and Turo’s AI, but she decided to not comment on it for now. She’d rather let this Clavell tell them on his own accord.

From Cl4ve11’s perspective, a video call suddenly came through. It picked up on its own, and both Sada and Turo noticed who was on the other end. Clavell. Well… an alternate Clavell. It was most likely one of those other dimensions.

“Oh, so you’re the Clavell of your universe. It’s nice to meet you,” Turo smiled.

“Hey, Clavell!” Sada waved. Her volume wasn’t really a shout, more like a quiet greeting.

He looks up as a video feed cued to his Desk HUD, surprise flickering over his face as he registers the two. His core tightens at the sight of his creators, together for the first time in so many years. He brushes the thought aside, schooling his face to a smile. These were not his creators, not HIS Turo and Sada... Another reality it seemed.

He pushed his glasses up a bit, pointedly ignoring the yellow of his LED as he dipped his head.

"Ah... another reality it seems. A pleasure to meet you."

It was a but jarring to have his name... so common in the mouths of strangers, but it was something he was fast becoming accustomed to.

"How, if I may be so bold to inquire.... how were you able to find my Multiverse Location Frequency?"

#interaction: ai clavell #sada #turo

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Seeing another Clavell made their own chests tighten a bit. An exact likeliness of their old friend. To think that their last conservation before… this… was a massive fall-out. If only they could go back in time and apologize.

At that question, Turo thought for a moment. “We’re trying to get in contact with someone, anyone really, that could help us with our… situation.”

Sada frowned. “You see… we’re like… more than 100 ft tall. I wish we were joking. We’re basically giants, and because of it… we can’t escape Area Zero.”

At the presence of another AI, both AI Sada and AI Turo climbed to their respective counterparts’ shoulders.

“We calculated Professor Sada’s exact new height as 154 ft and 9 inches, and Professor Turo’s exact new height as 155 ft and 2 inches,” AI Sada stated.

From Cl4ve11’s perspective, a video call suddenly came through. It picked up on its own, and both Sada and Turo noticed who was on the other end. Clavell. Well… an alternate Clavell. It was most likely one of those other dimensions.

“Oh, so you’re the Clavell of your universe. It’s nice to meet you,” Turo smiled.

“Hey, Clavell!” Sada waved. Her volume wasn’t really a shout, more like a quiet greeting.

He looks up as a video feed cued to his Desk HUD, surprise flickering over his face as he registers the two. His core tightens at the sight of his creators, together for the first time in so many years. He brushes the thought aside, schooling his face to a smile. These were not his creators, not HIS Turo and Sada... Another reality it seemed.

He pushed his glasses up a bit, pointedly ignoring the yellow of his LED as he dipped his head.

"Ah... another reality it seems. A pleasure to meet you."

It was a but jarring to have his name... so common in the mouths of strangers, but it was something he was fast becoming accustomed to.

"How, if I may be so bold to inquire.... how were you able to find my Multiverse Location Frequency?"

#interaction: ai clavell #sada #turo

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Why the hell did he even go back? He vowed to never go back there again.

Thankfully, the warp pad was still functional. The second he entered the Zero Gate, Arven made a beeline to the warp pad. He stepped on it, and thought of the location he wanted to go…

Research Lab 4

He disappeared… and then reappeared. The first thing he smelled was blood.

It made him sick to his stomach. Why did he smell blood? His palms perspired. Was he too late? Were his parents dead?

No… he couldn’t give up just yet! He had to go to the main lab. If not to find them… then to find their corpses and give them a proper burial. Quickly, he left the lab, trying to calm himself down.

Area Zero was large. It was daunting, terrifying… and strangely pretty. However, he didn’t want to marvel in its beauty. There was danger behind it. Danger that nearly got his best buddy killed.

Arven’s blood boiled at the thought. He tried calling his parents that day, and they didn’t even pick up! He pushed on, nothing else on his mind except getting a concrete explanation from those two!

Eventually, Arven came across the lab. From what he remembered, there were two ways of accessing the lab. The first was disabling all the locks on the zero lab… the second was a long passcode that was only shared among the three of them.

One of the few memories he had of his parents was them sharing the password with him and having him swear to secrecy, ordering him to only use it under the most dire of circumstances. He supposed this was it.

Arven entered the code… and the door opened.

He took a deep breath and then entered the lab.

As he walked through the entrance, he noticed that the tube he was going through seemed to get wider and wider. Was that a trick of his mind? He decided to move on.

Eventually, he got to the entrance… which wasn’t that much of an entrance at all. In fact, it was styled more like a firefighters’ chute. There was a rope wrapped around something that looked like a stake that lead downwards.

Arven walked up to the stake to get a closer look. His brow furrowed when he realized the odd shape of the stake.

That wasn’t a stake. That was a screw. A huge screw.

Weird…

He hoped that his climbing skills wouldn’t fail him. Arven adjusted himself on the rope and started to climb downwards.

He was far from a fan of heights. Actually, he hated them. Arven inched his way down, telling himself to not look down no matter what.

Eventually, his feet touched solid ground. Arven looked up from the floor…

The lab was absolutely huge. Everything was several times its usual size. The table he was on was practically the size of the courtyard. The lab equipment were the size of houses at their smallest, and skyscrapers at their largest. Even the various, mundane appliances towered over Arven.

What was even going on? Why was everything several times bigger than he is? What happened to the lab? What happened to his parents?

Ironically enough, he would get that answer just three seconds after that thought.

THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

Arven stopped dead in his tracks. What was that noise? Instinctively, he darted behind a coffee cup and peeked out from behind it.

There were his parents… absolutely gigantic. Arven bit down a scream. What happened to them?!

“It hasn’t sent for awhile now, Alvaro! We should try a different way to reach Arven.”

“What other options are there, Valeria? We’ve tried almost everything!”

His parents’ voices were as loud as a herd of Cyclizar. Arven covered his ears, letting out a hiss of pain.

THUMP… THUMP… THUMP…

His mom had walked closer to the table. “We should try contacting the League, Clavell, one of the other dimensions- I don’t know!”

Arven tilted his head at her last statement. Other dimensions? What the hell did she mean? It couldn’t hurt to find out.

“Mom! Dad! I’m down here! What do you mean by ‘other dimensions’?” Arven yelled. His parents didn’t seem to hear him.

“Those other dimensions… I don’t think they can help us, Valeria. Nobody seems to know anything about our predicament. We don’t even know that much about it!” His dad said in response.

“Mom! Dad!” Arven shouted louder this time, his voice already getting hoarse for the amount of screaming he had to do. He waved his arms and jumped up and down. “I’m right here!”

Once again, they didn’t seem to hear. Arven growled in frustration. His mom was still near the table, her back to him.

An idea popped into his head. A stupid idea, but an idea nonetheless. He just hoped his climbing skills would cooperate with it.

Arven took a running start, aiming for his mom’s lab coat, and jumped on it. He immediately grabbed onto the fabric and started to climb up.

Thankfully, he wasn’t such a bad climber. Arven made the mental note to thank Ms. Dendra as he continued his climb, hoping to reach his mom’s shoulder.

He had barely gotten up to her middle back when his mom started walking again. Arven let out a yelp of fear, halting his climb and holding on for dear life. It felt as if he was violently pushed.

“But we’re one step closer with the DNA sequencer, right?” His mom reasoned. “If we could run more tests, we can figure out why we’re like this!”

“I hope so…” his dad sighed. “Oh, Arceus, I hope so…”

Arven allowed adrenaline to kick into his system, which gave him the extra strength to finish the climb and hoist himself up on her shoulder.

The surface was unstable, and Arven had to crouch in order for himself to stay upright. He took a deep breath.

“Mom! I’m on your shoulder! What’s going on?!” Arven shouted like he never shouted before.

His mom let out a hitched gasp and suddenly stiffened, which unfortunately caused Arven to jostle forward- falling off.

It was as if he was falling off a building. Arven found himself plummeting… plummeting… plummeting. He squeezed his eyes shut, not wanting to acknowledge the fact he was falling.

But thankfully, it was cut short. He fell, and thankfully the surface was stable. But it was also soft… and squishy… and… warm?

He opened his eyes to see the surface he was now on. It was his mom’s hand. He was sitting on the palm of his mom’s hand.

Her hand lifted up, up, up, until he was sort of close to her face.

“Valeria, what’s wrong?” His dad walked over to his mom. “What hap… penned?”

An awkward silence engulfed the room. All Arven could really do was just stare at his now gigantic parents. He supposed they felt the same, for they didn’t say anything either. They just had shocked expressions on their faces. Shock, mixed with surprise and… guilt?

Yeah, he figured they’d feel guilty. Let ‘em. But the silence was getting awkward.

“Um… hi, Mom.” He piped up awkwardly, patting her palm. Her blue eyes suddenly filled up with tears. “Dad…” he nodded awkwardly towards the giant man.

“Arvie…” she whispered. “We… we missed you so much, and… and…” a quiet sob formed in her throat.

“We’re so… so sorry, that we left you alone for so long,” his dad added.

This was all happening too fast for Arven to process. His parents were here, they were alive, and they were… apologizing? Should he accept it? Should he not? Also, why were they so huge? Was this why they never contacted him?

All of these questions swarmed in his head like a hive of Combee. He just didn’t know anymore! He didn’t know what he could do, or what to even do!

All Arven could do was cry. Tears of rage, anger, sadness, terror, and… a little bit of relief poured out of his eyes, hugging his mom’s thumb subconsciously.

He’d ask them questions later, but in the meantime- he needed to let his emotions out. He needed to cry, to yell, to get angry.

And his parents… thankfully seemed to acknowledge this. All they could do was comfort their son the best they can, waiting until every last tear was shed.

Only after then could they even start with an explanation.

#sada #turo #arven #story advancement

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“We’ve met that Arven,” Turo said. “But we’ve never met the Professor Arven before.”

So there was a universe where Arven followed in their footsteps? Why was that? What were his motivations for becoming the professor? Hopefully, if they do meet him, they’ll ask him. They highly doubted that their Arven would follow such a path.

If they ever met the universe where they were teachers, then they’d definitely ask some questions. When Turo was still in school, he once thought about becoming a teacher. However, the thought of working with hundreds upon hundreds of kids was too daunting. What was it like? And what was their Arven like?

It was reassuring to hear that they were doing well in young Arven’s universe. Turo couldn’t help but laugh a little at Arven’s description of his reaction to their alternate selves kissing. That seemed like a typical, little kid reaction.

“Is that so?” Sada asked. “I also tend to call Alvaro a lot of things; like mi luna, mi corazõn, mi vida, to name a few.”

Suddenly, AI Sada spoke up, her voice sounding quiet and distant on camera. “I heard what the Arven of this dimension said about more alternate versions showing up. There are, but at a relatively even rate.”

Considering how off AI Sada would sound on camera, this would probably be a good time to explain to kid Arven what happened to them.

There was a video call. A complete accident in fact because Arven didn’t intend to establish connection to the professors since he was trying to call in Nemona. This only became a realization too late when he noticed that he couple digits in the phone number wrong. “Oh shoot, sorry! I didn’t mean to call whoever is on the line,” he hastily managed out while he fumbled on his phone.

(@ask-the-kid-arven)

The video call came unexpectedly, and Turo picked it up. His eyes widened a bit upon seeing who it was.

It was Arven… only significantly younger. The man stared in stunned silence before he realized… this was most likely another one of those dimensions. Director Sada did say something about a dimension with a younger Arven.

“That’s alright,” he said, giving the boy a small smile.

Sada walked up to Turo. “Alvaro? Who are you talking to… mi… amor…” she trailed off upon seeing the younger Arven.

#interaction: kid arven #sada #turo

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*You have received an envelope! How… how did it get there correctly in whichever universe within the multiverse? Who knows. But the front of the envelope reads To [whoever is tagged] and From Kid Arven. It seems to be in near clumsy writing but eligible enough to read. Opening it, will contain a drawing from him that was put a lot of care, love, and effort to… well, you!

((Happy April Fool’s Day! This has taken little more than a week to finish all of these up based on the crayon ask, but I finally gotten them all done! These are a nice treat to show my appreciation to you all! All of y’all are awesome and the coolest people (even if we are friends, this is still valid to you!) that I have met since the start of the blog. So I wished to give my gratitude by doing a fun challenge for myself on making your characters in crayon style of what the kid will do!))

So in order from all of these: @askprofturo​ - Turo

@askaiclavell​ - Ai Clavell

@ask-professor-arven​ - Professor Arven

@ask-directorsada-and-friends​ - Director Sada

@ask-sada-and-turo​ - Teenager Sada and Turo

@askprofessorsada​ - Professor Sada

@askprofessorturo​ - Professor Turo

@ask-zerotrio​ - Clavell 

@asktheprotocol​ - Protocol

@ask-the-giant-professors​ - Giant Sada and Turo

@ask-the-very-real-human-turo​ - Ai Turo/Pawn and Protector

@askturo​ - Sluro and Arven

@ask-sada​ - Post-Violet Sada

@teraprofs​ - Tera Turo

((I hope that you all like it in this silly yet fun day!))

#//these are too cute I’m screaming!!!! #//look at the sillies!!! #ooc

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Never hurts to try checking on them. The warp pad is probably still functional.

Arven paused…

Yeah, maybe he should. Besides, he’d love to give his mom and dad a piece of his mind.

“Alright… I’ll check on them,” he said, fear rising up in his gut as if he had eaten something bad. “I really, really didn’t want to go back there ever again…”

[To be continued…]

#arven #asks

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Apparently, there were a lot more universes than Turo thought. A universe where Arven took over as a professor, and a universe where he was a teen, huh?

“We haven’t encountered those universes yet,” Turo said. “I wonder if we will someday.”

They have already encountered the universe where Sada was the director, but teachers? That sounded interesting. He wondered how that universe was doing. There was no doubt that things had to be peaceful in that universe (nope).

Sometimes, the two of them silently wondered what their lives would’ve been like if they had chosen different paths. For instance, what if they became the directors of the academy, or teachers? Would their lives be drastically different? Would they have not failed Arven?

“We encountered that universe first, the one where I’m the director,” Sada smiles. “Which universe did you encounter first?”

And more likely than not, there probably were more alternate Sadas than Turos. They would just have to prove that theory for themselves.

“None taken,” Turo said. “And from what we can see, you’re most likely right.”

Granted, they didn’t see a lot of universes, but deep down- Arven was probably right. Why was that, Turo wondered.

Sada smiled a bit at Arven’s statement. “Oh, by the way. How are your parents doing… the versions of us in your dimension?” She was overall very curious to know. It seemed like they were still happily married!

There was a video call. A complete accident in fact because Arven didn’t intend to establish connection to the professors since he was trying to call in Nemona. This only became a realization too late when he noticed that he couple digits in the phone number wrong. “Oh shoot, sorry! I didn’t mean to call whoever is on the line,” he hastily managed out while he fumbled on his phone.

(@ask-the-kid-arven)

The video call came unexpectedly, and Turo picked it up. His eyes widened a bit upon seeing who it was.

It was Arven… only significantly younger. The man stared in stunned silence before he realized… this was most likely another one of those dimensions. Director Sada did say something about a dimension with a younger Arven.

“That’s alright,” he said, giving the boy a small smile.

Sada walked up to Turo. “Alvaro? Who are you talking to… mi… amor…” she trailed off upon seeing the younger Arven.

#interaction: kid arven #turo #sada

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“So far, we’re only aware of a couple of universes, besides yours,” Turo noted. “I wonder how many universes are out there. It’s… astounding. Truly, it is. Strange, but astounding. To think that there can be multiple versions of the people you know out there… including yourself. Speaking of which; have you met any alternate versions of yourself? It’s very cool, isn’t it?”

Ever since he was a little boy, he’d geek out about the multiverse. The possibilities about different realities always fascinated him. Now that he was realizing that it was real, it was super exciting.

He just wished that he didn’t have to find out about it like this…

Turo noticed that young Arven was moving to somewhere quiet. That was probably a good idea, he figured. He highly doubted that everyone else knew about the multiverse. Besides, not everyone would take the information of multiple universes well… and if the information fell into the wrong hands, then things would be catastrophic.

At Arven’s comment, Sada’s eyes got somewhat misty. Even if young Arven could actually give them a hug (he’d probably have to hug their thumbs), they didn’t really deserve it. Sada didn’t want to voice it, however. So she kept quiet on that regard.

“You’re very kind,” Sada smiled a closed-mouth smile at him. “Thank you, Arven.”

There was a video call. A complete accident in fact because Arven didn’t intend to establish connection to the professors since he was trying to call in Nemona. This only became a realization too late when he noticed that he couple digits in the phone number wrong. “Oh shoot, sorry! I didn’t mean to call whoever is on the line,” he hastily managed out while he fumbled on his phone.

(@ask-the-kid-arven)

The video call came unexpectedly, and Turo picked it up. His eyes widened a bit upon seeing who it was.

It was Arven… only significantly younger. The man stared in stunned silence before he realized… this was most likely another one of those dimensions. Director Sada did say something about a dimension with a younger Arven.

“That’s alright,” he said, giving the boy a small smile.

Sada walked up to Turo. “Alvaro? Who are you talking to… mi… amor…” she trailed off upon seeing the younger Arven.

#interaction: kid arven #sada #turo

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They care! What if something happened to them and that why they aren't responding?

Surprisingly, fear lurched into Arven’s chest at the thought. Even though he was very, very angry at his parents… he didn’t want anything bad to happen to them.

“I… how do you know?” Arven asked. “How do you know they care?”

Arven wasn’t even sure if he fully believed that his parents didn’t care about him. Was this some kind of coping mechanism, or was it grounded in some kind of truth?

Arven just didn’t know. Maybe he’d find out the truth if he went down to Area Zero…

#arven #asks

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You know, what if communications to the Crater are down, and that's why your parents haven't sent word?

“That’s… probably it…” Arven shrugged. “I don’t know, I just don’t know! They were never around before, but… AGH!”

He slammed his fist down on his desk in frustration. “I just don’t know anymore!”

#arven #asks

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Have you considered... Herba Mystica?

Arven nodded. “Yeah, I am.” He said. “But I don’t even know where to start on looking for them! And those Titans…”

He took out the Scarlet and Violet Books. “I gotta learn more about them…”

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