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Cypher

So it is written...
Ian paid close attention to the man that TMITM had pointed to, watching him repeat himself in exactly the same way as if he were programmed to do it that way. He broadened his scope and realized it wasn't just that man that was acting like a video tape on a loop. Things were happening the same way repetitively. He hummed shortly as he continued to study their surroundings, sighing a little then speaking in a tone of realization, "This is an illusion."
 
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TMITM

Megalomaniacal Arbiter
We're All Mad Here
At once, the entire casino melted away and there was only Ian and TMITM in blackness, darkness, a glass plain that stretched on and on and on forever and ever and ever.
And in the middle of the plain, there was a small stone cylinder, with a glowing Heart Locket floating solemnly on top. The Man smiled.
"A̶s̸ ̵s̵o̶o̵n̸ ̷a̴s̴ ̴y̵o̶u̷ ̴a̶d̶m̵i̴t̴ ̸t̵h̸e̶ ̷l̶i̴e̶,̵ ̵t̸h̷e̷ ̶l̷i̵e̷ ̸m̴e̸l̵t̷s̵ ̴a̴w̸a̷y̷,̴" The Man said, solemnly. The Man nodded his head toward the locket.
Now, for another test.
 

Cypher

So it is written...
Ian gasped as everything around them changed, looking like a neverending sea of glass upon which they stood. His eyes trained on the locket quickly, examining it then the cylinder beneath it. "I'm no expert by far, but I'm highly doubting that I can just walk up and grab it without some sort of trick..." He teleported right next to it and tried to just touch the locket with his index finger.
 

TMITM

Megalomaniacal Arbiter
We're All Mad Here
The Man nodded. "I̷f̸ ̵I̵ ̷w̶o̵u̷l̸d̷ ̴h̷a̴v̶e̶ ̴g̸o̴n̵e̷ ̵i̶n̶ ̷t̷h̷e̵r̸e̷ ̶i̶t̵ ̴w̸o̵u̷l̶d̴ ̸h̴a̶v̵e̶ ̸b̸l̷a̶s̶t̴e̷d̵ ̷t̴h̵i̵s̸ ̸f̴o̴r̸m̷ ̸t̸o̶ ̶pieces,̸" He said, smiling. "I̵t̵ ̸w̴o̷n̶'̵t̴ ̸f̷o̴r̷ ̴y̴o̵u̸,̶ ̸o̶f̸ ̶c̸o̵u̶r̷s̶e̶,̶ ̴b̷e̵c̴a̸u̴s̴e̶ ̸i̶t̴'̴s̵ ̶o̸n̴l̴y̶ ̴s̸e̷t̵ ̵t̸o̴ ̶b̶e̷ ̸a̸c̵t̷i̸v̵e̶ ̶f̸o̶r̶,̸ ̸u̸h̴.̶.̶.̴" The Man's grin widened. "P̵e̵o̴p̴l̷e̸ ̸l̴i̵k̴e̷ ̴m̴e̸.̵"
The Man said, not loud, but not soft, either, "D̸o̵n̴'̵t̷ ̷e̷v̷e̶n̸ ̵t̴r̵y̶ ̸t̷o̷u̴c̴h̶i̷n̴g̸ ̴i̶t̷. I̷t̴'̸l̸l̴ ̵b̶u̷r̴n̶ ̷t̵h̶a̸t̶ ̶p̶u̸n̷y̸ ̵f̶i̶n̶g̵e̶r̵ ̸o̴f̶ ̴y̷o̶u̴r̸s̸ ̵c̶l̸e̴a̸n̶ ̷o̴f̷f̴ ̷i̸n̵ ̴a̵n̶ ̴i̶n̴s̵t̷a̸n̴t̷.̵"
The Man walked slowly towards the cylinder, saying, "B̶u̵t̷,̶ ̵n̶o̶w̸ ̴t̶h̶a̷t̸ ̴i̷t̴ ̷h̴a̴s̸ ̵t̴o̴ ̴f̷o̷c̵u̵s̴ ̸o̶n̸ ̵t̴w̵o̶ ̶t̷h̸i̵n̷g̶s̷ ̵a̵t̸ ̵o̸n̷c̸e̵,̸ ̸t̸h̶e̶ ̸a̴f̴f̷e̴c̷t̴s̸ ̴s̶h̴o̴u̶l̵d̸ ̶b̷e̶ ̶l̴e̴s̴s̶e̷n̴e̵d̵ ̶s̴o̴m̵e̵w̸h̴a̴t̶.̵" The Man's form started to smolder and burn away on the outside, but it quickly regenerated, causing the burning to be ineffective, not that it wasn't still going, it was, it was just counteracted by the Man's own regeneration.
"I̸ ̵w̴o̴u̸l̷d̵ ̸N̷O̸T̴ ̵a̸d̷v̸i̸s̵e̶ ̷t̶o̶u̶c̵h̷i̴n̵g̸ ̵i̵t̸,̴ ̵t̷h̵o̸u̸g̵h̶.̸"
 

Cypher

So it is written...
Ian pulled his finger back cautiously, standing up straight and putting his hands in his pockets as he thought. "So I can't touch it, but I need to get it... What if I was wearing gloves, would that make a difference?" His brow furrowed as he mentally tried to work out the riddle right in front of him. "Do I need to ask it permission?" He looked over at TMITM's face as it repetitively burned away and reformed, unable to hold back speaking his mind, "Man, that is really trippy..."
 
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