Ownership defined

"For my first trick," C'Thulhu quipped, "I cast vanish."

Perfect opener, he considered to all.

Lilith interrupted. "World War 3 was eternal and the most violent conflict of all time, eclipsing your fears, and bringing hell to Earth."

"Oh, well we vanish then." Peter Capaldi and myself, Evan Rodriguez, will sign this page for you anytime. "'Then they wrote the book on surrender.'"

Sincerely,
SATAN

"The Performance Piece is a well known Class Feature of The Bard, BARD." 

C', as we had just agreed I could call him, in private company, coughed and continued "Oh, sorry, where were we?"

"My Bard's name is Gabriel." 

"Welcome to my realm, Gabriel. Performance Piece is only a free action, though, so you have one more. A "Reaction."

"Swarm Mode. Ah, shit. I know nothing of the protocols here. Am I allowed to speak freely in Round 1?"

Quick aside, "How much of your 7 seconds do you imagine you'll be spending on this 'breathing?'"

Several tiny versions of C'Thulhu appear. Spitting images, each with a purple notebook and tiny Octo-Pen(TM). They begin curiously examining these "Breathers," as they were foreigners, and knew the bare minimum of personal space.

"Yes, of course, you are as free to do as you will here and now as ever."

"Okay, 'Freewill.' It's a Cantrip reaction that inverts my reticular activator. I shall henceforth be summarizing it as 'Costume Change.'"

YHWH Declares. "That explains everything, thanks BARD. Rescind their invitations and escort them to the real outer darkness."

You forgot to recall the inverse Wilhelm Scream, so it occurs to you. They were just bringing you back to the Courtroom Floor.

Deja vu strikes. *SNAP*

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