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Surprise, bitch. I lived.
(Have Eddie, flipping the camera off with his right hand aka his prosthetic.
Eddie looks different than the last time most people had seen him. For starters, he has a green undertone to his skin. For another, his tongue is completely black. Behind him is an empty room with gray floorboards and peeling green walls. It at least looks clean. There's a Gucci suitcase on its side, opened up, with clothes spilling over and across the floor. Another Gucci suitcase sits next to it, but it has been partially charred.
A dog is passed out and snoring rather loudly in the opened suitcase.
Despite his on-point meme drop, Eddie's delivery is completely and suspiciously blank. His gray eyes are flat, and his expression remains completely empty.)
Richie's here too. (As if on-demand, a massive fireball blast out from the doorway of a nearby room followed by some crashing and yelling. Eddie doesn't even bother to glance over his shoulder.)
We're settling in okay. We're in Lumenwood. I've got some of my supplies from Deerington but I've got a shitton of stuff I need to restock.
(Which was going to be such a drag.)
But for those on a need-to-know basis, I've already made some important notes on this place. Not that any of you give a shit, but if you do...I guess we were given journals for a reason. I suck at journaling though. Here's a uh --- transcipt? Is that what it's called? Whatever, I typed it up.
(He shrugs. The screen goes blank only to be followed up by some text that Eddie clearly wrote up ahead of time:)
IMPORTANT TRENCHNOTES SHIT STUFF?
i dont know i dont normally do the note takin thing so feel grateful
1.)
2.)
3.)
4.)
(Have Eddie, flipping the camera off with his right hand aka his prosthetic.
Eddie looks different than the last time most people had seen him. For starters, he has a green undertone to his skin. For another, his tongue is completely black. Behind him is an empty room with gray floorboards and peeling green walls. It at least looks clean. There's a Gucci suitcase on its side, opened up, with clothes spilling over and across the floor. Another Gucci suitcase sits next to it, but it has been partially charred.
A dog is passed out and snoring rather loudly in the opened suitcase.
Despite his on-point meme drop, Eddie's delivery is completely and suspiciously blank. His gray eyes are flat, and his expression remains completely empty.)
Richie's here too. (As if on-demand, a massive fireball blast out from the doorway of a nearby room followed by some crashing and yelling. Eddie doesn't even bother to glance over his shoulder.)
We're settling in okay. We're in Lumenwood. I've got some of my supplies from Deerington but I've got a shitton of stuff I need to restock.
(Which was going to be such a drag.)
But for those on a need-to-know basis, I've already made some important notes on this place. Not that any of you give a shit, but if you do...I guess we were given journals for a reason. I suck at journaling though. Here's a uh --- transcipt? Is that what it's called? Whatever, I typed it up.
(He shrugs. The screen goes blank only to be followed up by some text that Eddie clearly wrote up ahead of time:)
IMPORTANT TRENCH
i dont know i dont normally do the note takin thing so feel grateful
1.)
our blood's fucking weird now but also no shit it's weird now is anyone surprised
give me your blood so i can figure it out. i studied hematology a LOT
last time i checked out my blood under a scope it was totally different than what it is now on a cellular level.
i actually tried to expose my blood to some bacteria and germs that would usually cause an infection and it was really weird? what look like my new white cells just immediately seemed to swallow up the bacteria and it was like it never existed at all
thats not to say you should run around and stab yourself with a rusty fork anytime soon
but it'd be cool if i could get more samples to see if this is just a Me thing or an Us thing
2.)
i spit on richie and we figured out that my spit can cause a numbing feeling. if you ever need to spit on you, let me know
it's probably gonna be useful if anyone gets injured
normally i would say don't let someone spit in your open wounds
but my spit is totally sanitary
i swear
(shut the hell up)
3.)
only 1/3rd of my closet made it here and no im not ready to talk about it. this place doesn't even have goddamn chanel
4.)
taylor swift still exists so we're gonna be okay
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I'm not quite sure how to describe it. It's almost more like a particle or dust, so it's hard to really pin down. At least the paleblood is easily to look at on some level. It certainly seems like blood. White. Glowing in the moonlight. Smelling like spoiled milk. You know, blood. I'm still trying not to freak out about that.
Retiring from active duty and being in charge of anything. I've made enough mistakes, and I'm still bone tired. I'll be ready to fight in a pinch, but no. I'd rather be in the back, supporting the heroes at the front.
Real Talk.
Yes, but no. Nothing I've seen yet seems to show that what is in town is dangerous for us to use. But it's been, what, a week? Be careful how you approach them, but what alternatives do we really have?
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it sounds pretty. mine looks like rancid blood so you got a one up on me in the aesthetic department
though i'd take the smell of rotten flowers over spoiled milk any day i think
it's okay. i mean okay i dont know if it's actually okay because we have no idea what all of this means yet
but it's not killing us right now right? so
it'll
it's fine. we'll do the research we gotta like we always do
probably a good idea. time to let yourself actually be a sleeper and sleep for a while, huh. fresh blood would probably have way more gusto. i dont know how you didnt get jaded sooner
ive been jaded by this shit since i was like 13 i feel
i guess youre right
it'll just be another gamble
the locals
they do seem friendlier
or at least they dont seem like bigots
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[Vira-Lorr didn't truly understand the notion of trolling. Had she actually conversed with Chara about that in the old days she might have learned.]
A century of war. You develop a certain ability to just 'deal with it' until the fighting finally stops. But when it did, I realized just how exhausted I really was. Part of me hates seeing everyone slinging the elements around, and part of me is almost glad it isn't me.
Since you're looking into this, put a pin in something called "Blood Corruption." I've heard the term used, and I think both you and I can imagine that we're probably not safe from corruption of some sort.
These natives have the feel of a people who are too bent on finding ways to survive to bother to be bigoted. Bigotry is a thing that is, in part, the convenience of a people a little beleagured, but who have enough freedom to feel safe in hating another. When you are surrounded on all sides by monsters, and food is hard to find? You don't have time to hate the way that you do when your belly is full.
It is, in part, one of the reasons I think they might be real. They act like real people.
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haha
yeah i guess you're right. its not really my fault people are publically stupid though
(In other words - she's not wrong in the slightest.)
i have a hunch it will be that way for a while. it's hard to harness powers and if this is temporary, some people might never even learn. if it's permanent
well
thankfully we have some people who are willing to teaach
i dont seem to have any powers besides the spit thing so far as i know
and maybe not being a total headcase anymore? i dont know
oh yeah. ive already been digging a bit. i have a vague idea of what it means - seems like an actual literal pollution but of body and mind. im just trying to figure out what specifically is polluiting things - if it's the actual blod or if it's whatever is now IN our blood making it look different
it's kinda why i need way more blood than i currently have. a lot of tests to run. a lot of stuff to study
if im being honest with you, i dont really think im the guy for the job. i'm no moira. but i keep hearing her in my head just telling me to try anyway
whats bealugerued ?
beleagured
maybe. i don't know about that. people are spiteful naturally. they almost always find a "good reason" to hate each other evne if they're relying on each other but im not exactly an optimist either when it come sto humanity
they do. i agree with you there. i had actual conversations with them at the lumenarium. this lady actually was just telling me all about the facility and it was weird
i dont remember the last time i had a full conversation like that with someone who wasnt a sleeper
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The exact method is the problem. And between you, me, and the fence post Moira would have gotten a supreme headache even as she would be fascinated by all of this. It straddles a line between Science and Magic that defies us both. Neither approach is likely to hit exactly on the nose. Moira hated something she couldn't puzzle out.
Still, I miss her to this day. I know you do too. But you won't be alone in this.
It means to be surrounded and in a difficult spot. Bit of a fancy way of saying you're in a terrible situation and exhausted.
I met a man at a hot dog stand who said his name was Frank. I almost laughed my head off. It was the first time in three years one of them had introduced himself.
[Yes, Frank the Frankfurter salesman.]
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i think blood might be our new soul in a weird way
yeah. thats.
exactly what it is. it's just enough of both that it doesn't really fit either. i dont even know what to call it. when i went to the lumnerarium, they were using traditional ways to heal people. splints. syringes. stitches. but there were a lot of people who seemed like they could just move the blood. move the flesh. like it was elemental bending but with the body
there's
so much to learn but unlike the deerington seems like theres more ways to access information.
i miss her too. i try not to think about her, as bad as it sounds, but lately it's hard not to
oh my god. do yuo think thats his real name or is he just zesting for hot dogs
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Don't let Korra see them 'moving blood.' It would end very badly. I remember talking with her about that. It might be best to use the old fashioned methods for her if possible. I've not watched the Ministers work yet. The Plague Doctors and I barely got along before, and I'm trying to gather the stomach to deal with them now.
Let's hope she comes someday. Albert should meet her, as much as I've talked her up.
I haven't decided. It took me almost ten minutes to get the joke. I forgot that they called them that. But if they're capable of cracking a joke that's at least saying something.
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but she's gonna have to accept thats a reality here sooner than later, you know that right
ignorance isnt going to protect people. it never does. if i have to treat her, i can use older methods no problem - im more familiar with them anyway
it's kind of cool watching them work. but i might be biased since im one of them now. im surprised they even let me be
it was nice
they didnt even seem to care i was really young and when i mentioned not having a high school education or even a complete middle school one they just looked at my weirdly
like they never even heard of either
i'm out on hope. if people leave this world, leave us, i dont expect them to come back. i can't really afford to hope anymore
you can hope for both of us though if you want
it is. only personable people can attempt humor
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I don't think that they've heard of your version of Earth's educational system. I don't think that the rules of your Earth apply to what it has become anymore. They're probably glad for the help and would apprentice you.
I'll handle the hope in your stead. But I'll admit that it hurts to have. Sometimes that pain is worth it even if the hope one day gets dashed. We need cynics too, and no matter how hard-bitten I get, I can't be quite that cynical about everything.
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i dont think so either. or if it existed, it was a long time ago. im pretty sure this is far in the future
i think they are too. it's a relief, i wont lie to you
if you asked me five years ago about it id probably stick with the occassional hurting hope too but at this point it's as much of a survival tactic to try and forget as anything else
it probably helps that my memory is garbage anyway and i do eventually just forget
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Understandable. I can't really fault the use of cynicism. It is a good shielding cloak, and we're often proven right when we wear it. I guess maybe I just have a stubborn bone in my body for it. We can complement each other in approach then.
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i think i err on the side of selfish a little too much to be pragmatic
it's not what i was expecting. granted i guess i dont really know what i WAS expecting
but a functioning city wasnt it
between the two of us we shouldn't miss much bullshit in this place. we'll have to help each other keep our heads
(Yes, he was making a decapitation joke.)
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It was something of a surprise, wasn't it? Half expected viscera everywhere, houses made of bone and blood and screaming banshees wailing from the rooftops when this door was the one that opened.
Mmmm, I've remembered to bolt mine on straight this time. Hopefully we can keep it that way.
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no pun intended
i am pretty sure no one in positions of authority are actually qualified to be there
i was kind of expecting to just die? i dont know. that's probably morbid but i didn't think we'd make it out of the dream either
cant imagine a world like that would be sustainable in the long term
except houses of bone would actually probably work pretty well. isn't that just like ivory
although i think that stuff wears down fast
it's only been a month you can always hold out for things to get worse
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No, you're not the only one. I'd considered the possibility that as it ended, our existence would to, despite the assurances.
It's hard to imagine, but when people are desperate they will use anything. I read some people made homes out of ice and snow after all. That's a bit hard to imagine isn't it?
cw: outdated term for indigenous people
especially if we really were just figments of a girl's imagination, you know? i was like maybe we'll just Stop being
what like eskimos?
yeah i cant even begin to imagine
but i guess i can too
we lived briefly in a city where you couldn't make any noises or else you'd be killed
people adapt to fucked up circumstances pretty good
Re: cw: outdated term for indigenous people
Yes, I believe that was the name. I read about them. If they can do it with ice, I suppose bone would work just as well. Wouldn't hurt if they were very large bones. Adaptability and ingenuity are key, though this isn't quite so bad a situation.