[There is only one way to get away from rappigs in Malkuth, and that one way is to get away from Malkuth. But as the flying ship doesn't belong to Jade, his landship is no longer an option, and trips on ferries are so last save file, Jade's quickest way out of Malkuth is to go to the Astral Plane.]

[So here he is, working in the library. His work is organized into three piles of books, with each pile of books accompanied by two piles of papers. The right-hand paper piles are of new notes, while the left-hand piles are old notes and files. And as to the books?]

[The first pile of books is dedicated to duplicates and replication. Books on cloning, books on fomicry, books on quantum teleportation and its ethical implications, books on parthenogenetic offspring and identical twins, books on gholas - it's a wide variety of subject matter and he hasn't limited himself to sources from his universe.]

[Similarly, the second pile of books focuses on energy consumption, gathering information on energy types that don't even exist in his world. From electricity to fonons to mana, if it's an energy source and if you can have problems getting enough of it, Jade has snatched up a book on the subject.]

[The final pile of books is on temporal manipulation and predestination. For once, there are no books from his home world. He already knows all that he needs to know about the Score. Jade has instead pulled up texts on temporal paradoxes, stable time loops, closed time-like curves, string theory, quantum theory and the many worlds hypothesis, and other adventures into screwing with history.]

[But dealing with three major world-changing issues is thirsty work, so Jade disappears back home to get himself something to drink. He returns, sets the drink down on his desk, and then stills and looks at the creature that managed to get in by rubbing against his leg. Jade's eyes narrow as he identifies which rappig it is.]

Saphir.

[Jade crouches down to look the rappig in the eye, smiling]

His Majesty will be upset if you follow people into interdimensional nexuses. Who knows what could happen to you? I would only be able to bring him back your dissected corpse. I've wondered for some time now what biological differences a pampered upbringing might make in a beast.

[There's something unnaturally sharp about the pen Jade is tapping on the table.]

His Majesty will cry so much. But I'm afraid there simply wasn't anything I could do to protect you from the cruel people who live here. I'll tell him you were drugged first. It's very likely that you didn't suffer. Much.