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NO WAIT THEY DID GUESS THE GOOSE’S FIRST PROPERTY IT’S TELEPORTATION!

Wait, hold on! They guessed invisibility but it was supposed to be teleportation. That was right before the castle turned off the lights!

For the characters themselves, every person should be trying to get as many Pawns on their side as possible to help them in later tests, mazes and puzzles. You can hijack any Pawn’s actions at any time so if someone else’s character–for example– is making a deal with a Pawn, if you write fast you can make that Pawn do something unexpected like betray the character as long as you write the Pawn’s reaction before the other person (I am dying for someone to do that!).

Okayyy, I haven’t quite figured out how they should be doing this. How are they supposed to get pawns on their side? Are they working toward a specific goal? I’m trying to figure out how to do this because although Chantara is kinda a loner, Kongar isn’t, and this might be something he’d excel at. (‘Cause he’s a manipulative idiot! XD)

Ok so Chantara is sly and quiet and is kind of a villain/victim; thin, pale green eyes, shoulder-length black hair, Kongar is a very cheerful creepily bubbly total villain; wiry, green eyes, olive skin(?),

Yep! You got them! They both have kinda light brown skin.

Also, Chantara is seventeen and about 5’3″ and Kongar is nineteen but looks way younger. He’s… maybe 5’7″, at most.

Man, their age really hits me every time they do something especially evil. They’re literally children. My poor babies, I feel way too sorry for them! XD

Just letting you guys know, the Shrike is rather undeveloped and I’m not sure of the extent of his powers.  So far I only know that he’s a powerful reality bender, so he might be a little inconsistent

Okay, that’s cool! LOL, I know Chantara pretty well, but Kongar is developing as I write him.

Oooh, guys! I figured out what I’m going to do with them! They both have tragically few scenes (I think Kongar has only two) but I really love their characters. I might end up recycling their personalities into the next book I’m planning.

And the main character is starting to sound more and more like she might have Chantara’s personality. Whoops.

Aww, yess, I love writing Kongar way too much. He’s evil and he creeps me out but he’s so freaking fun!

Kongar

I eyed my knife. I’d rather like it back, but I was more curious to hear who this stranger was.

“No.”  He refused, flatly. He shoved his hair out of his face and looked up at me, more afraid than threatening.

“Is this your knife?” He grabbed my knife and pulled it toward him. “Not that I really care.  It’s mine now.” He shoved it into a pocket, where it seemed to disappear.

I hid my initial surprise behind a smile.

“Don’t worry. That wasn’t mine. I don’t have any knives. They just fall from the ceiling every so often,” I said, with a perfectly straight and innocent expression. The stranger stared at me, trying to figure out if I was joking or not.

Chantara gave an annoyed sigh behind me but I paid her no heed. There was a perfect opportunity here and I wasn’t letting it slip.

I twisted my wrist ever so slightly and a knife fell from my sleeve. It was one of the smaller ones but made a nice clatter.

I quietly cursed and ducked to pick it up. Just as I bent over I shrugged, imperceptibly. One of the knives sheathed on my back fell over my shoulder, landing next to the first in what appeared to be an accident.

I cursed again and knelt, trying to gather both of them. I managed to collect both but let one of the knives in my boot slip out as I got up, so I was left trying to manage two with one still on the ground.

I glared at it as if it had personally disappointed me and picked it up, this time deciding not to drop anymore before the effect wore off.

I gripped one of the smaller knives between my teeth as I tried to get the others back in their proper scabbards.

“Was that one of the poisoned ones?” Chantara asked, quietly, just as I spat out the knife and returned it to my sleeve.

I froze, then shrugged.

“Guess we’ll see,” I said, cheerily. “If I get horribly sick within the next ten minutes, I guess it was!”

“As I just said, I don’t have any knives,” I continued, tucking away the last one.

Chantara gave another annoyed sigh but the expression of sheer bewilderment on the stranger’s face was entirely worth the knife-dropping show.

I couldn’t help laughing, he looked more than a little ridiculous.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked, cheerily.