Lyney stares, blinking, as he processes all of that. "So... some force is kidnapping people here, including both of us and Monsieur Neuvillette, and no one knows what it is, including the Ship we're on, which can talk?" He thinks he got all of that? "What did the plants do? I haven't seen any plants, only mirrors."
Lyney looks over his shoulder at his own reflections, one of them in elegant noble clothing with empty eyes, one in what looks like an incredibly cheap version of his magician costume with dirty hair and sunken cheeks, one too thin and wearing a tight crop top and no hat and tiny shorts that say SLUT in glittering letters across the butt. "The reflections are very strange," is all he can manage on that subject. Half of them don't even have his tail and ears. He saw one earlier he almost mistook for Lynette, but it was himself as a woman, Pyro Vision and all.
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Lyney looks over his shoulder at his own reflections, one of them in elegant noble clothing with empty eyes, one in what looks like an incredibly cheap version of his magician costume with dirty hair and sunken cheeks, one too thin and wearing a tight crop top and no hat and tiny shorts that say SLUT in glittering letters across the butt. "The reflections are very strange," is all he can manage on that subject. Half of them don't even have his tail and ears. He saw one earlier he almost mistook for Lynette, but it was himself as a woman, Pyro Vision and all.