Time had passed, Mindy was listening to Soma, trying to glean whatever information she could from the egoist.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Soma wrote:</cite>"Mindy," says Soma later on, when she and the elf are both unoccupied. "Your portive abilities are among the most advanced I have seen."<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/><br/>"I'm not that strong at Psychoportation."  Mindy tries to explain. "It was just Dimension Door, really. The distance I can teleport to at one time is only about the size of Armel. I barely managed to bring everyone back on the first and last trips. And even then, it was... taxing."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Soma wrote:</cite>"Can you..." she ventures, "teleport out of a belly? Or port a target <span style="font-style: italic">into</span> a belly?"<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>"There are... difficulties in porting for porting out of a belly, the stronger a person's stomach is, the harder it is to escape. The stomach clings to it's captives, and tries to absorb escape attempts along with escapees. I suppose the correct answer would be that it varies from belly to belly. I've managed to practice this a bit," She'd rather not admit to her method of practice. “And can take a second attempt, or more to get out."<br/><br/>"For teleporting in, well..." She trailed off, wishing for a moment that she really could "tele-vore" people. "I remember that my father use to play a trick on my mother. When he came back from a long trip, he would teleport, and concentrate on my mother. Turns out when you focus on a person instead of a place for a teleport, the person<span style="font-style: italic">becomes </span>the place. I don't think she ever got used to it."<br/><br/>She thinks back for a moment to her earliest memory of seeing vore, when her mother was making a big dinner to celebrate dad returning, and 'dinner' suddenly delivered itself. She spit him up as soon as she understood what the hell was going on, but not before a lot of confusion. Soma's next question snaps her out of it though.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Soma wrote:</cite>"And...what else can you manifest?" Soma follows up on her first question. "Can you levitate? Enter the Ethereal, or the Dreaming? Can you banish Outsiders from the world?"<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>"W-well, I can fly, but I can't shift into outer planes. I can't banish things either, sadly." The elf starts to feel uncomfortable from Soma's questions.<span style="font-style: italic">"Is she trying to size me up? Learn my limits so she knows how to fight me? She seems to think my discipline is psychoportation. Maybe I can…"</span><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Soma wrote:</cite>The tiefling sits up and leans closer, her inquiry growing more personal. "And what is your <span style="font-style: italic">ruth</span>* manifest, Mindrillia, your most potent attack power? When you confront a dangerous foe who seeks to kill you, what do you manifest? Do you, by default, teleport to safety?<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Well, if their dangerous, then most of my powers likely wouldn't work. So... I'd try crystal shard?” She tries. Feeling her lie was a little weak, she tries to give it a little weight with an explanation. “Resistance to psionics doesn't mean much when you can fire hardened, razor-sharp ectoplasm the size of a shortsword at them."<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Bluff Check:  Lying about strongest attack power. (1d20 + 9): 9 + 9 = 18</div></div></div><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Soma wrote:</cite>"Or...did they send more than just a scout..."<br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>"W-what...?" Mindy asked, wondering what was going on in the tieflling's mind. The girl's stare was unnerving to say the least.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Soma wrote:</cite>"<span style="font-style: italic">Nalyë Sanwënehtar, Mindrillia?"</span><br/></div></blockquote><br/><br/>A chill runs down her spine. Of all things to ask, she had to ask that. An honest no would have sufficed, but recent events made any questions about the Thought-Killers fairly taboo to the elf.<br/><br/>"Ahehe... Don't be silly. W-what would make you think that? My adventuring party was hired by Glucan merchants."<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Bluff Check:  Lying about clients. (1d20 + 9): 2 + 9 = 11</div></div></div><br/><br/>"Ah! That reminds me!" she exclaims, eager to change the subject. "You said that you met Cale right? Did you see him anywhere in the tavern downstairs? Was he talking to any of the other patrons?"