video; un: shouto

[swellter]

My name's Shouto Todoroki. I'm a student from UA and a recent arrival to Trench. I wasn't in the other place, Deerington, I think they call it, but I'm supposed to be a Sleeper like them. 

[ Not that he understands what that means exactly. Too many questions brew in his head. Too  many new experiences, including waking up as a squid in the ocean which disturbs him less than what he's found out about this place. Blood magic. At least that's what it seems to him. He's still grappling with all the information thrown at him and there's conflict in his eyes, not obvious but visible. Unwilling to reveal anymore he leaves it there. He needed to make himself visible in case someone from his world was here and with that accomplished, he falls back to something more mundane and easy to grasp. Besides, he needs a place to sleep. ]

The abandon homes. Someone said we can claim one for our own. Is that true? 

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[Audio][UN:A_Wesker013]

[subject_013]

[A crackling fire can be heard off link as a throaty, male-sounding baritone voice with a British accent speaks.]

As long as it shows no sign of current habitation, you should be clear to take possession of it as your own. Take what you will and make it yours, young man.

You may have dodged some metaphorical bullets in your not finding your way to Deerington. Those who awoke there found themselves in the middle of a family dispute on a near-cosmic level. I trust our hosts here are less prone to quarrels, but only time can tell

[swellter]

[ A seemingly simple message but there's a lot there to unpack starting with - ]

What family dispute?

[subject_013]

A dispute between two parents and the mother's mother over how to raise their child, particularly since the daughter had inherited her mother's reality-shaping abilities, of which she'd lost control. And did I mention, the mother was our Moon Presence, albeit in human form?

[There's a note of 'Wouldn't you like to know?' alongside a quiet irritation, as if the speaker knows more than he cares to and didn't particularly enjoy getting pulled into the mess.]

[swellter]

[ The description conjures up images of his childhood and Shouto takes a minute to answer. He doesn't focus on the trigger mines of the dispute in question instead he goes with what affects him here and now. ]

The mother is the... moon?

[ Ignorant of the events that shaped their present world, Shouto is rightly confused by that statement. ]

[subject_013]

She went by the name Cynthia Sodder in the world that birthed this one, but here she shows her true face and we know her as the Moon Presence. Perhaps you've heard her voice, singing soft and strange melodies at night?

[His tone might start off a bit cool and matter of fact, but something quietly fond might creep into his voice.]

[swellter]

[ The name is vaguely familiar like something he heard in passing. It doesn't trigger any real memories but the feeling is there. Then something half-remembered gets sussed out. After sunset, when the world seemed to slow, the wind picked up in melody of the night. ]

I don't know about a moon presence, but my first night, I heard a [ strange and soft ] lullaby in the wind.

((Sorry for the slowness! Life got away from me.))

[subject_013]

Ahh, then you've been graced with her voice. Put some flowers out, perhaps in a vase, in the moonlight and she might give you a gift. She is... a strange entity to behold, but she seems to harbor a soft spot for us Sleepers.