#dare accepted

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Polishing her nails, the blonde took one last look in the mirror. The outfit was alluring, but was it refined or did it carry the stench of desperation? That she wasn't sure of.

The name Jano alone was enough to make a chill pass through Ales’ body. His jaw tensed, and one could see lines forming on his nose as if it were scrunching up.

“When?” was the first demand to erupt from his mouth, “Why?” was the second, though he had his doubts that he’d receive an answer.

The hero’s visit to the Cave of Bad Dreams was certainly a surprise to him, and an unwelcome one at that. He could hardly think of any reason for Rayman to go there, however there were a few rumors–such as a great, bountiful treasure locked within its deepest tunnels, and the fabled Elixir of Life being in Jano’s possession. If Ales had a guess as to why Rayman would dare set foot in a den of nightmares, the elixir would be it.

Calming down a hair, he started to mutter to himself, “He is a very good dream, he can barely stand near a group of Antitoons without looking uncomfortable… So he does have a high enough resistance to nightmares on the whole…” he scratched his chin in contemplation, “I haven't noticed any difference in him, and perhaps it could have even been a Teensie’s age ago… He seems fine, so it’s very unlikely that Jano got to him…”

Rayman's eyes widened, not only at the shock of the accusation, but also the mention of his time in the Cave of Bad Dreams. Besides a small handful of people, he didn't think that anybody knew about his visit there during the Pirate’s takeover... But even fewer knew about the offer Jano had given him. He still remembered the chamber of glittering coins quite vividly. And the heinous voice that snaked its way into his ears…

He hesitated to answer at first, but as honesty was his best policy, he scratched the back of his head with one hand, and admitted, “Yeah,” shame drenched his voice, “I'm not even sure why! I don't have a lot of use for money outside of Teensie villages, and even then, so few of them actually let me pay!” he fiddled with his gloves, his blue eyes covered by his hair, “I don’t even know what I’d do with it, and Clark needed the elixir a lot more than I needed the weight in my pockets…” 

He muttered to himself, “But the gold sure was pretty to look at…”

If given that opportunity, very few things would actually change; the purpose of Mr. Dark attacking the Glade was to prove a point. To get the attention of those of whom that could actually do something against whatever evil arises in the Glade, besides Rayman. If they used the Protoon to strip him of his powers, that proved to him that at least some of his point got across.

If anything, it would change his tactics. He would probably try to act more aggressive, to get Polokus’ attention better--though he wouldn’t try to actually kill anyone. Take more prisoners, perhaps. Show off his bark more. Additionally, if he sees them turning himself and the Magician into Teensies, he would know the source of the problem–Betilla–and would probably not target or attack the Magician. In fact, he’d probably try to convince the guy to his side! 

It's debatable if Origins would still occur the same way, but it’s entirely possible that he would still do it, just with different tactics, to try to get Polokus to put down a pipe for more than 5 minutes. 

Ales turned his attention away from his bike, and contemplated the question, his head tilted slightly upward. He tapped the wrench he was holding against his free palm, and hummed lightly.

“I have thought of making prosthetics,” he eventually concluded, “But I can't say there have been many opportunities for me to make them. Most limbs that need replacing can be made with magic; especially for other Limbless. Tch, I’m sure the local Teensie doctors would be displeased to find me stealing their job!” He sighed and leaned back, drumming his fingers against a metal panel, “Of course, there's also the matter of the Glade being a bit old-fashioned when it comes to technology–between the pirates and myself, I can almost not blame them for being close-minded–so most anyone that needs a replacement would prefer a magical one, anyway.” his nose scrunched up slightly.

“I could go on a spiel about how robotic limbs would be better, anyway…” he twirled the wrench around in his hand, “But I'll spare you the details, for now.”

He shrugged and resumed his work, continuing to fasten a bolt to the chassis of his bike, “I’ve made plenty of robots–and by extension, an unsightly amount of robotic limbs–it's not out of the question.” he couldn’t help but grin, “I could even make androids, if I was so inclined.” but the smile quickly faded, and he shook his head.