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The three were back in the same room again. The purple dragon again in the center, sergal and raptor flanking him. This time a smaller chair was provided for the raptor. In light of this, the smaller creature decided to stand on the chair to be at a similar level as his fellows. If the other two noticed, they were ignoring the behavior.
“So,” Torkos growled. “We’re back again. Myself-” He waved a claw left. “Zeta.” To the right, “And, of course, Salus Dunvir.”
“We’ll be answering questions today,” The sergal huffed. “Not too many were sent in. Seems like most of the Doctor’s Council have moved on from the site to other places, namely discord. An ironic name considering the circumstances.” Salus glanced left, to find the dragon giving him a withering glare. Torkos did not rise to the bait, despite himself.
“Questions?” Salus asked after a moment, the right side of his mouth twitching.
“Yes.”
The dragon reached forward to snag a tiny stack of cards from behind the camera and held them up. “We had four people reply to our previous session. Four cards. Are we sharing evenly... or?”
“I want to read them!” The raptor piped up, a grin on his muzzle. He held his paws forward, more than ready.
Torkos glanced at the sergal, who’s only response was to shrug. The dragon did the same in reply, and turned to hand Zeta the cards.
“Okay, yay!” The neon green raptor snatched the cards and held the first directly above the tip of his muzzle. “The first one is from someone named... Bah-o-ger?”
“Bahogar,” Torkos corrected.
The raptor looked at him, confused. “Who’s that?”
“A purple, striped, two-headed dragon. Nice guy.”
“Isn’t is ‘guys?’” Salus snickered to himself.
“Surprisingly not.” Even the Doctor had to smile to himself. “There’s been a considerable number of attempts to try and find out if the two heads could disagree.”
“Did they ever do so?” Zeta asked.
Torkos shook his head. “Not once. In fact, most of the time the two replied at the same time. The only time I’ve seen them come close to any kind of disagreement, was when they had two differing mane styles...” He shook his muzzle once again. “Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if it was two different styles or wigs...”
“Hee...” the raptor smiled to himself. “Okay, so Ba-ho-gar asks, ‘Are we three part of the same universe...?’ The answer is yes.”
“Heh, Zeta, I think they’ll need a little more info than that,” Torkos couldn’t help but say.
“Oh, well that’s good.” The little raptor raised the card to his eyes again. “Because he’s also asking about the Hub and where that fits in as well.”
“Yeah...” Torkos sighed, “I knew they were going to be curious about this place.” All three creatures glanced out the window behind them where the city glowed with neon radiance. Turning back, the dragon said, “Yes, so we all are in the same universe. The Hub is in the same universe. We’ve all met. Not necessarily often, but Salus and I have a working relationship.”
“That’s a fucking understatement,” Salus growled.
Torkos leered over at the sergal. “Shush you.”
Glancing back, the sergal replied, “No.”
“Fine, do you want to explain the Hub? You’ve lived here longer than the both of us have ever been here.”
“I will,” Salus replied with an upturn of his muzzle. “The Hub is an interdimensional crossroads. Imagine a massive city on a planetary scale, sitting directly in the middle of a web, where each fiber leads to an entirely different dimensions. An infinite number. Some have been explored and colonies built. Some have their own denizens that have come here. Some have had more dangerous natives. Some have even had their connections cut at considerable cost to keep the Hub safe.”
“And why is it called the Hub?” Torkos asked.
“It’s called the Hub simply because it is an interdimensional crossroads. Been that way for centuries now. And at any moment, it could change and be left to stagnant. Then another Hub will be formed.” The sergal laughed to himself, a short, harsh bark. The other two frowned.
“What was that?” Torkos asked.
“I was just imagining what would happen if your dimension became the Hub. Your Council would be hard pressed to keep things under control then, and keeping what’s been going on quiet would be impossible.”
The dragon just cocked his head in agreement and make a sucking sound with a forked tongue.
There was an awkward pause. The sergal glanced over. “Next question, Zeta.”
“Oh, sorry.” The raptor tossed the front card and read the second. “To Zeta...” The raptor face suddenly lit up in a smile, causing both his friends to smile in return at his happiness. “It’s for me... okay... To Zeta, what does it mean that you’re a fursuit? Does it mean you’re a living suit or something?” He squinted at the card. “From someone called Zorath.”
“Hah.” Now it was the dragon’s turn to laugh. Less a bark and more a harsh purr bordering on a snarl. “He asked that!?”
“Who’s he?” Salus couldn’t keep the confusion from his muzzle.
“Zorath Flamecloak, Supreme Chancellor of the Dragon Shadow Council. The head of my organization.”
“I’ve heard of him, now that I hear the full name.” The sergal shook his muzzle, then glanced at the other two. “Flamecloak... He’s been around on occasion. I’ve no idea what he actually does though.”
“Neither do I, but considering I come here relatively often, I’m not surprised he shows up.”
“Can I answer the question?” Zeta asked, leaning forward on his toes to see both his friends. “Sorry, I don’t want to interrupt, but...”
“It’s your question.” Torkos raised his claws. “I get it. You get to answer.”
    The sergal gave much the same response in less words, more growling grumbles, and larger paw gestures.
    “So, uh, Supreme Chancellor, I’m indeed a fursuit. That being a literal fursuit. Like, in the real world. Our Creator bought me a little over a year ago. The college dorm he was living in was hosting a halloween carnival event for kids within a few weeks, and he was looking for a costume. He found me on sale... and he couldn’t say no. In two weeks, I showed up on his doorstep, well, he picked me up from the mailroom. I remember... he couldn’t wait to get back to his dorm. He was jittering all the way back to the room. He was so excited, he wanted to show his roomate.”
    The other two were smiling now, sadly.
    “I like to think that was his best day,” Torkos said quietly. “We’ll have to put up that video he made to share.”
    The sergal nodded. “Yeah. He made me soon after in the hopes of having a character he would want a fullsuit of. Because for you,” he glanced at the dragon, “he’d need a partial if everything he wants for you would work out.” Salus sighed. “Alright, next question.”
    “Uh, this one is from someone called Winslow-”
    “Oh god...”
    “He asks... um, ‘what kind of chaos will happen when he meets us?’” The raptor frowned at the camera, then turned to Torkos. “What does he mean, and what did you mean earlier?”
    “Uh... I don’t want to answer the questions, but, to put it simply, Winslow’s a time traveler, an incredibly annoying one. And I don’t mean simple dimension jumping time traveling, I literally means he time travels, and if he travels to a time where he already exists, his previous or future self takes over whatever the present self-body is doing. Meaning, at any time, it is entirely possible for him to completely forget anything and everything that is everyone or whatever he’s doing, or he can know the future for all of us and won’t stop hinting at it or lording it over our heads. On top of that, he has an incredibly annoying sense of humor... and he’s my best friend.”
    The sergal and raptor both stared at the dragon... both confused and surprised at his reply.
    “Just...” Torkos stuttered. “Just move onto the next question... skip that one.”
    “Well, then he’s asking where we live.”
    “These two both live in the Hub and you damn well know where I live Winslow.” The dragon looked back and forth between the other two, his muzzle cutting the air. “Can we move on to the next person?”
    The sergal had a raised eyebrow at the dragon’s response, his arms having long since crossed over his chest, but he shrugged his fuzzy shoulders and nodded to the raptor, who quickly tossed the previous card to reveal the last one.
    “Okay, final question. This one is from a Heck...” The raptor looked at the other two, confused, both of which waited for whatever stopped the raptor. “Isn’t ‘heck’ a bad word?”
    Both dragon and sergal snickered to themselves. Despite Zeta’s job as security operative, it didn’t change that his mental state could be charitably defined as childish, and his experience only reflected that.
    “Not really,” Torkos managed behind a claw. “It’s his name. Nice kid. Kinda reminds me of you at times, though a bit more world wary... or just wary in general. What’s the question?”
    “Have we three ever met...? Didn’t we answer this question already?”
    The sergal growled out, “Yes, we did. And we have. We said so in the last session. It’s what the three offered stories were going to cover, all three including times when the three of us have met.”
    “How many times can you say the word ‘three?’” Torkos joked.
    “Shut up. Read the last question.”
    “That’s it.” Zeta held up the final card. “There’s no more.”
    “Well, then I take it this was a success.” Torkos smiled to the both of them. “We still have one point to finish.”
    There was a happy gasp from the raptor. “We get to know what story was voted for.”
    “Yes.” Torkos and Salus waited for Zeta’s jubilation to die down as he hopped in his chair, churling. “Okay... you ready?” To which the raptor nodded, his tail flicking back and forth behind him. “The chosen story... goes to Zeta!”
    The raptor screeched, hopped off the chair and bounced around the small room, repeating, “I get a stoooory, I get a stoooory,” in a singsong tone.
    Despite himself, the sergal couldn’t help but grin as he watched the raptor, while Torkos was more concerned with his hearing. The little raptor had essentially blow an airhorn in the dragon’s ear, not helped by that fact that dragon’s had much better hearing than most creatures. He held a claw behind his horns and over a pointed ear while the ringing stopped.
    “Yes... I think I’m going to close things off here. This is Torkos Arcflame.”
    “This is Salus Dunvir...” the sergal nodded at the raptor. “We’re going to have to get him back under control.”
    Suddenly, Zeta jumped in front of the camera, a wide grin in his muzzle. “And this is Zeta Raptor! I have a story! And don’t forget to ask some more questions if you want! Bye!”

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The three were back in the same room again. The purple dragon again in the center, sergal and raptor flanking him. This time a smaller chair was provided for the raptor. In light of this, the smaller creature decided to stand on the chair to be at a similar level as his fellows. If the other two noticed, they were ignoring the behavior.
“So,” Torkos growled. “We’re back again. Myself-” He waved a claw left. “Zeta.” To the right, “And, of course, Salus Dunvir.”
“We’ll be answering questions today,” The sergal huffed. “Not too many were sent in. Seems like most of the Doctor’s Council have moved on from the site to other places, namely discord. An ironic name considering the circumstances.” Salus glanced left, to find the dragon giving him a withering glare. Torkos did not rise to the bait, despite himself.
“Questions?” Salus asked after a moment, the right side of his mouth twitching.
“Yes.”
The dragon reached forward to snag a tiny stack of cards from behind the camera and held them up. “We had four people reply to our previous session. Four cards. Are we sharing evenly... or?”
“I want to read them!” The raptor piped up, a grin on his muzzle. He held his paws forward, more than ready.
Torkos glanced at the sergal, who’s only response was to shrug. The dragon did the same in reply, and turned to hand Zeta the cards.
“Okay, yay!” The neon green raptor snatched the cards and held the first directly above the tip of his muzzle. “The first one is from someone named... Bah-o-ger?”
“Bahogar,” Torkos corrected.
The raptor looked at him, confused. “Who’s that?”
“A purple, striped, two-headed dragon. Nice guy.”
“Isn’t is ‘guys?’” Salus snickered to himself.
“Surprisingly not.” Even the Doctor had to smile to himself. “There’s been a considerable number of attempts to try and find out if the two heads could disagree.”
“Did they ever do so?” Zeta asked.
Torkos shook his head. “Not once. In fact, most of the time the two replied at the same time. The only time I’ve seen them come close to any kind of disagreement, was when they had two differing mane styles...” He shook his muzzle once again. “Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if it was two different styles or wigs...”
“Hee...” the raptor smiled to himself. “Okay, so Ba-ho-gar asks, ‘Are we three part of the same universe...?’ The answer is yes.”
“Heh, Zeta, I think they’ll need a little more info than that,” Torkos couldn’t help but say.
“Oh, well that’s good.” The little raptor raised the card to his eyes again. “Because he’s also asking about the Hub and where that fits in as well.”
“Yeah...” Torkos sighed, “I knew they were going to be curious about this place.” All three creatures glanced out the window behind them where the city glowed with neon radiance. Turning back, the dragon said, “Yes, so we all are in the same universe. The Hub is in the same universe. We’ve all met. Not necessarily often, but Salus and I have a working relationship.”
“That’s a fucking understatement,” Salus growled.
Torkos leered over at the sergal. “Shush you.”
Glancing back, the sergal replied, “No.”
“Fine, do you want to explain the Hub? You’ve lived here longer than the both of us have ever been here.”
“I will,” Salus replied with an upturn of his muzzle. “The Hub is an interdimensional crossroads. Imagine a massive city on a planetary scale, sitting directly in the middle of a web, where each fiber leads to an entirely different dimensions. An infinite number. Some have been explored and colonies built. Some have their own denizens that have come here. Some have had more dangerous natives. Some have even had their connections cut at considerable cost to keep the Hub safe.”
“And why is it called the Hub?” Torkos asked.
“It’s called the Hub simply because it is an interdimensional crossroads. Been that way for centuries now. And at any moment, it could change and be left to stagnant. Then another Hub will be formed.” The sergal laughed to himself, a short, harsh bark. The other two frowned.
“What was that?” Torkos asked.
“I was just imagining what would happen if your dimension became the Hub. Your Council would be hard pressed to keep things under control then, and keeping what’s been going on quiet would be impossible.”
The dragon just cocked his head in agreement and make a sucking sound with a forked tongue.
There was an awkward pause. The sergal glanced over. “Next question, Zeta.”
“Oh, sorry.” The raptor tossed the front card and read the second. “To Zeta...” The raptor face suddenly lit up in a smile, causing both his friends to smile in return at his happiness. “It’s for me... okay... To Zeta, what does it mean that you’re a fursuit? Does it mean you’re a living suit or something?” He squinted at the card. “From someone called Zorath.”
“Hah.” Now it was the dragon’s turn to laugh. Less a bark and more a harsh purr bordering on a snarl. “He asked that!?”
“Who’s he?” Salus couldn’t keep the confusion from his muzzle.
“Zorath Flamecloak, Supreme Chancellor of the Dragon Shadow Council. The head of my organization.”
“I’ve heard of him, now that I hear the full name.” The sergal shook his muzzle, then glanced at the other two. “Flamecloak... He’s been around on occasion. I’ve no idea what he actually does though.”
“Neither do I, but considering I come here relatively often, I’m not surprised he shows up.”
“Can I answer the question?” Zeta asked, leaning forward on his toes to see both his friends. “Sorry, I don’t want to interrupt, but...”
“It’s your question.” Torkos raised his claws. “I get it. You get to answer.”
    The sergal gave much the same response in less words, more growling grumbles, and larger paw gestures.
    “So, uh, Supreme Chancellor, I’m indeed a fursuit. That being a literal fursuit. Like, in the real world. Our Creator bought me a little over a year ago. The college dorm he was living in was hosting a halloween carnival event for kids within a few weeks, and he was looking for a costume. He found me on sale... and he couldn’t say no. In two weeks, I showed up on his doorstep, well, he picked me up from the mailroom. I remember... he couldn’t wait to get back to his dorm. He was jittering all the way back to the room. He was so excited, he wanted to show his roomate.”
    The other two were smiling now, sadly.
    “I like to think that was his best day,” Torkos said quietly. “We’ll have to put up that video he made to share.”
    The sergal nodded. “Yeah. He made me soon after in the hopes of having a character he would want a fullsuit of. Because for you,” he glanced at the dragon, “he’d need a partial if everything he wants for you would work out.” Salus sighed. “Alright, next question.”
    “Uh, this one is from someone called Winslow-”
    “Oh god...”
    “He asks... um, ‘what kind of chaos will happen when he meets us?’” The raptor frowned at the camera, then turned to Torkos. “What does he mean, and what did you mean earlier?”
    “Uh... I don’t want to answer the questions, but, to put it simply, Winslow’s a time traveler, an incredibly annoying one. And I don’t mean simple dimension jumping time traveling, I literally means he time travels, and if he travels to a time where he already exists, his previous or future self takes over whatever the present self-body is doing. Meaning, at any time, it is entirely possible for him to completely forget anything and everything that is everyone or whatever he’s doing, or he can know the future for all of us and won’t stop hinting at it or lording it over our heads. On top of that, he has an incredibly annoying sense of humor... and he’s my best friend.”
    The sergal and raptor both stared at the dragon... both confused and surprised at his reply.
    “Just...” Torkos stuttered. “Just move onto the next question... skip that one.”
    “Well, then he’s asking where we live.”
    “These two both live in the Hub and you damn well know where I live Winslow.” The dragon looked back and forth between the other two, his muzzle cutting the air. “Can we move on to the next person?”
    The sergal had a raised eyebrow at the dragon’s response, his arms having long since crossed over his chest, but he shrugged his fuzzy shoulders and nodded to the raptor, who quickly tossed the previous card to reveal the last one.
    “Okay, final question. This one is from a Heck...” The raptor looked at the other two, confused, both of which waited for whatever stopped the raptor. “Isn’t ‘heck’ a bad word?”
    Both dragon and sergal snickered to themselves. Despite Zeta’s job as security operative, it didn’t change that his mental state could be charitably defined as childish, and his experience only reflected that.
    “Not really,” Torkos managed behind a claw. “It’s his name. Nice kid. Kinda reminds me of you at times, though a bit more world wary... or just wary in general. What’s the question?”
    “Have we three ever met...? Didn’t we answer this question already?”
    The sergal growled out, “Yes, we did. And we have. We said so in the last session. It’s what the three offered stories were going to cover, all three including times when the three of us have met.”
    “How many times can you say the word ‘three?’” Torkos joked.
    “Shut up. Read the last question.”
    “That’s it.” Zeta held up the final card. “There’s no more.”
    “Well, then I take it this was a success.” Torkos smiled to the both of them. “We still have one point to finish.”
    There was a happy gasp from the raptor. “We get to know what story was voted for.”
    “Yes.” Torkos and Salus waited for Zeta’s jubilation to die down as he hopped in his chair, churling. “Okay... you ready?” To which the raptor nodded, his tail flicking back and forth behind him. “The chosen story... goes to Zeta!”
    The raptor screeched, hopped off the chair and bounced around the small room, repeating, “I get a stoooory, I get a stoooory,” in a singsong tone.
    Despite himself, the sergal couldn’t help but grin as he watched the raptor, while Torkos was more concerned with his hearing. The little raptor had essentially blow an airhorn in the dragon’s ear, not helped by that fact that dragon’s had much better hearing than most creatures. He held a claw behind his horns and over a pointed ear while the ringing stopped.
    “Yes... I think I’m going to close things off here. This is Torkos Arcflame.”
    “This is Salus Dunvir...” the sergal nodded at the raptor. “We’re going to have to get him back under control.”
    Suddenly, Zeta jumped in front of the camera, a wide grin in his muzzle. “And this is Zeta Raptor! I have a story! And don’t forget to ask some more questions if you want! Bye!”