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The elves shuffle around a little until one of them says that, technically, they come from the Elf Kingdom of the four Kingdoms. They say that they'd be willing to answer any question, as far as they can.

Doc wouldn't mind if they could shed some light on his condition and/or past, either, though he doesn't get the sense of familiarity he gets from the trolls.

The elves apologize, they never heard of the man with the white head before.

((But don't a lot of people in this RP have white heads? ))

((Yeah, but they haven't heard of THAT man with a white head before))

((Basically, the people of the four Kingdoms only know the PS characters, The Midnight Crew only a little and besides that only those who they have been introduced to))

*A civilian walks by and notices Eridans corpse*
*He promptly FsTFO*

((I really need to get a better method for saying "this is what Doc is thinking, versus this which is what he's saying".))

((Also, abuse of grammar? From the one that already uses Title Case And No Punctuation? ))

...Well, then. It sounds as if Doc must have had a role of some importance, if he wielded such broad powers. But he has no memory of what they were, so he has no clue as to how he might return them.

((Sorry about that. I thought it might've been his thoughts at first, but then I was wondering if the "what she remembers seeing him do" was in reference to his powers. I can retcon it if need be.

And Shush))

((It's fine; it would have been the same end result anyway. Only the wording of the answer would be different.))

Just for fun, Doc tries to teleport. A quick tap of the cane against a few nearby objects tells him he failed, but he's suddenly convinced the ability was there, much like how he's certain he used to be able to see.

He wonders if he could just kind of figure out how it worked and be able to do it again, but he doubts teleporting blindly would be wise, so he'll stick to trying to regain his sight first.

*sneaks in the shadows and watches, waiting for a chance to strike*

*sneaks in the shadows as well*

*whispers so quietly only droog can hear*

-{--- < so 'ow long ya gonna keep up dis fake non french accen'? 3<

*whispers back*

<What are you talking about?>

The elves boggle at what's going on. It seems like someone else is here...

-{--- < don' ya 'ave a french accen'? 3<

-{--- < ya did back in my timeline 3<

((We're invisible and too quiet to hear, OJ))

<And you're asking about this now because...>

((And they are elves, I would assume they have magical powers))

((And they don't even know what's going on, they just feel frightened because they think someone is here))

((Plus, they are elves, I think they are pretty easily frightened))

-{--- < because it is eating on me and i want to enjoy killing everyone here without this distracting me 3<

<We're not killing everyone, Slick, that would ruin the entire plan.>

<And I'm not going to start talking in a ridiculous accent just because some other me did.>

-{--- < ok den, wai' why do we no' kill people? 3<

-{--- < is one of 'em da one we wan'? 3<

<Yes. The troll girl.>