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I'm testing the strength of a great rope by tying Arael like this:
Arael sits on the floor with a crimson face. She tried to break free a couple of times, and then said: - I-I-it's a good rope. B-b-but maybe someone else can test it, I don't have much strength...
Added 1 minute later Ple-Sen
What if you teleport a pocket into another pocket?
You need an entrance and an exit. You can spoil a third pocket between two pockets.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
Lin worked with the rope for a while, tugging it here and there, and finally grunted with satisfaction.
- The strength is good enough, but ropes can have other weak points. Holodets, - she addresses the jelly in the bucket, - splash our Arael with some slime, or climb on it, however you're built, we need to check, otherwise, it might slip, and then our potential prisoners will cause us trouble. Just be careful not to burn the rope!
keep one pocket for the elf girl, and keep the other for yourself, so you always have the option to reach into hers...
- Madam, please keep an eye on your pet, - the golem addressed the saleswoman. - And tell me what that staff is. What are its properties?
- Oh-oh! And who's talking? - Naebi jumped to Zeikin and peeled the cat-slug off him. - Boo Bupplyup! You can't stick to people without permission! The cat made a sad, gurgling sound. - Can you use telepathy? - she addressed Dorobo?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт Небо – угроз не слышит Небо – ведёт особый счёт Небо – тебя найдёт
- Sir, this ethereal currency was minted at the ethereal bank of Vasdaroth," the merchant approached one of her chests, opened it, and took out an ethereal certificate with a wet stamp from the ethereal bank of Vasdaroth. "Have you never heard of it? The main ethereal bank of the entire continent! The ethereal certificate passes through her hands and falls to the floor. - Oops! The main thing is that it doesn't go underground! He-he!" She quickly picks it up and shows it to Zeikin again.
- I'm more into tangible finances," Zeikin shrugged and examined the ethereal certificate. Lacking experience in ethereal paperwork, he couldn't accurately determine whether the document was genuine, but its presence, as well as the presence of the stamp and the official tone of the text, still gave it an aura of authenticity. - Well, okay, it's a bank. I was just surprised to see that ethereal money is being traded not in a licensed ethereal institution.Author
- Oh-oh! And who's saying that? - Naebi jumped to Zeikin and peeled a slime cat off of him. - Boo Bupplup! You can't stick to people without permission! The cat made a sad, gurgling sound. - Can you do telepathy? - she turned to Dorobo?
- I can't. But this jelly can, but believe me, it's not as good as it might seem," the bucket was placed on the table, the lid slightly open - so that the wriggling mess inside could be seen. - Just don't touch it with your fingers.
- The strength is acceptable, but ropes have other vulnerabilities. Jell-O, - he addresses the jelly in the bucket, - splash our Arael with some slime, or climb on it, however you're structured, we need to test it, otherwise, she might slip, and then our potential prisoners will cause us trouble. Just be careful not to burn through the rope!
- And what kind of slippery creatures are we planning to tie up? Fish? I think it's unnecessary; she probably doesn't even have a change of clothes with her, not to mention that we only recently met. It's still better to test it on those who we don't mind sacrificing, as we still need to get paid for the job.
- I'm not. But this jelly, yes, but believe me, it's not as good as it might seem,” the bucket was placed on the table, the lid slightly open, so that the wriggling mess inside could be seen. - Just don't touch it with your fingers.
- Well, of course, show everyone without permission. What if I'm having a meal or changing clothes here? People don't like it when someone crawls into a room or tent without asking. You're either not dressed, or you're washing, or you're having sex or defecating. You could just put up a sign so that no one violates your privacy.
- Well, do as you please. But if any of our prisoners later cover themselves in oil or something like that, escape, and stab one of us in the back, the responsibility will be yours! Uncle Bobo, could you help untie Aroch? I tied him up, but untying him might damage my nails.
- Well, folks, come on in! - As the leader of the squad, Lin decided it was necessary to take one of the maps and a magic pouch; in addition, she takes a ring of rescue, one torch, and one rope (it might come in handy).
- Well, of course, show everyone without permission. What if I'm having a meal or changing clothes? People don't like it when someone crawls into a room or tent without asking. You're either not dressed, or you're washing, or you're having sex or defecating. You could just put up a sign so that no one violates your privacy.
- Well, that's exactly what I was talking about," Zeikin explained to the merchant and added for the slug. - You voted for it yourself, and now you're complaining? You really should get a cat; maybe you'd become kinder. Author
Uncle Bobo, you need to help untie Arochka, because I tied her, but untying her can damage my nails.
- You should think about that in advance..." Zeikin grunted and knelt down, starting to untangle the knot - it was complicated, but loosely tied by its author's twig-like hands.