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[givehead]

Turning 21 has been a completely underrated experience. I was expecting the blackout and loss of time. Even the warping to a new place isn't out of the realm of estimated probability.

But being genetically altered is a plot twist. I assume it is so we can fuck the monsters.

I call dibs on the raven dude.

cw: looots of kink/fetish/nsfw jokes/conversation going on in this here post.

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[creidim]

That was the Pthumerian Queen's vision, I believe. Joining Humans and Pthumerians could create something far greater than possible. Humans can do things Pthumerians can't, after all.

Mother Superior [ Or Mother Mercy, in this case. ] was always a difficult one to understand. There was a fight, between Moon Presence and Mother Superior. A friend and joined in to assist Moon Presence. When all was said and done, Moon Presence told her that is was time she did ask for forgiveness for what she'd done. I think Moon Presence did have a part in helping her become reborn, perhaps much like with her husband.

[ Cynthia had asked for The Mayor's soul, and she could create life. Perhaps she was behind these new reincarnations.

There's a long pause at his question, and she considers it for a long time. It's not something she openly discusses. Peter's the only one who really knows, Diarmuid too — but now he's gone. It's a difficult thing to answer; in some ways it seems selfish that she did choose to leave her world behind. But then leaving those in Deerington to return home didn't feel like the right choice either.

She opts to lock down the conversation from here: ]

My immediate future if I returned home was uncertain. It's quite likely I would not live past the next couple of days.

I chose to remain here in hope of having a future. There's people here from Deerington I care about deeply, I couldn't leave them behind.

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[unsheathedfromreality]

[He absorbs everything she's got to tell him and tucks it away with the rest of what he's gleaned on the Pthumerians. Some of this, the other Disciples had pieces of--in their oral histories, in their visions and their dreams--but it did not compare to the direct and personal experience of Deerington's Sleepers. Trench could but research her own history; these had lived it.

He's lived long enough to make histories that became warped beyond recognition in the telling. It makes him far prefer a primary source.

It is little surprise to him that his question requires some thought before an answer--or a denial--and he waits for her full reply before he begins composing his own. When it arrives locked--ah. He sets aside his other questions on the Pthumerians, for now. This is both more interesting and requiring of more of his attention.]

That would make the choice easier. Even so I don't imagine it was truly easy. It does gladden me to know you have people here with you.

Forgive me if this is forward or goes into things you'd rather not say. But I've heard it mentioned that Sleepers sometimes learn of what's happened in their lives after the point they left them.

Do you know what happened to the self you were?

[No motivated reasoning in that question, whatever.]

[creidim]

[ It certainly isn't an easy choice. It's one she knows she'll have to live with. There were no winners in such a choice. Either she left her world behind, or she left the people she loved here behind. Someone would lose either way, perhaps Luna the most.

There's a long pause at his question. She's thoughtful, frowning down at the words. It's certainly something she's come across before, in a way. The Wastes back in Deerington, when they'd died — they'd turned out to be the Sleepers themselves, alternative versions of themselves, the different forks in the road. ]

I don't, no. I've never found out.

I'm aware of the fact that in some worlds, I'm actually a character within a book series written for children. I've even met someone who's quite a fan, here in Trench. It's likely my fate is written in those books, although I don't know if what's written might be the case for me back home.

I don't know if I want to know, or not. If I've died, then it would certainly confirm I'd made the right choice in coming here. But if I'd lived?

[ She remembers what Peter had asked her: Would you hate yourself if you stay? She still doesn't have a real answer for that question. ]

Perhaps it's best I never find out.