Angstlied: A Worm and Magnus Archives Quest

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mcclay said:
Yee, this is mentioned in the Dread Boons tab on Milly's character sheet. Because of how weak the Entites are here, and other various factors that Milly doesn't know about, the Rituals of Earth Bet aren't gonna be some wild shit like the Unknowing or the Watcher's Crown. However they'll still be incredibly powerful, reality warping to some degree and likely get you shot right up to an S-Tier Threat.
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Ok but what you think The Scoured Earth is and requires?
 
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Ok but what you think The Scoured Earth is and requires?
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Given what we know of the Desolation and everything about Agnes, likely a mass burning of some kind, facilitated by the Desolation's 'messiah'. Or maybe the 'messiah' is the fuel that starts the fire that consumes a place of great importance, or a bunch of people of great importance.

It should be noted that the Rituals of Bet will not be the Rituals of the original home of the Powers, so if Milly wanted to, for instance, do the Stranger's ritual they couldn't just copy the Unknowning. A different world requires different tactics.

I also think its interesting that the Desolation is the only Power with a real 'messiah', which seems kind of at odds with its nature of loss and burning and pain. Even Elias isn't held up as some sort of prophesized savior for the Eye, and the other real 'cult' of the Entities, the Divine Host, doesn't seem to have a messiah either.
 
mcclay said:
Given what we know of the Desolation and everything about Agnes, likely a mass burning of some kind, facilitated by the Desolation's 'messiah'. Or maybe the 'messiah' is the fuel that starts the fire that consumes a place of great importance, or a bunch of people of great importance.

It should be noted that the Rituals of Bet will not be the Rituals of the original home of the Powers, so if Milly wanted to, for instance, do the Stranger's ritual they couldn't just copy the Unknowning. A different world requires different tactics.

I also think its interesting that the Desolation is the only Power with a real 'messiah', which seems kind of at odds with its nature of loss and burning and pain. Even Elias isn't held up as some sort of prophesized savior for the Eye, and the other real 'cult' of the Entities, the Divine Host, doesn't seem to have a messiah either.
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Phoenix (mythology) - Wikipedia 🤷🏻
 
True, though the Phoneix is almost too, well, happy? For the Desolation. It promises rebirth, a new beginning after burning away the old. The Desolation is just about constant burning, never letting the new grow because of the constant flame. The Phoneix as a myth doesn't really gel with that outside of the fire connections, though I guess the Desolation could twist it?
 
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    Milly looked out over the party with some interest. They had a lot of options open to how they could go about dealing with the party. They weren't exactly much for partying, in high school they had been too nerdy and not gang affiliated enough to get invited and in college they were just too shy and kept to themselves. Oh, Mary had dragged them to a couple small things, dorm parties and rowdy hang outs in bars. But Milly had hated those, and spent the entire evening in whatever corner they could find, either on their phone or nursing a single beer. Those parties, in their experience, had been a good way to get ignored at best and hit on by drunken assholes at worst.

    Still, this felt different. Maybe it was the Trigger Event, the burst of energy from doing what they had did and becoming a Cape inspiring a sort of self confidence. Maybe it was the fact that they and Mary were closer now, and Milly was sure that their friend would come and help out of they started getting harassed or lost interest. Or maybe it was the eldritch entities that lived in their head now, providing a strange sort of ego boost, and the knowledge that something powerful was in their corner. Whatever it was, Milly found themselves not entirely opposed to the idea of talking to strangers. Maybe having a few beers, smoking a bit of pot.

    But not quite yet, not off the bat at least. Milly still had that hesitation deep in their breast, a sort of ineffable worry that made them not want to jump into the raging sea of people in front of them. And beyond that, silken strands moved. Getting a good view of the crowd was important. They could see okay from the entrance, but Milly wanted an overview. And a chance to quietly talk with their passenger. When one had the chance to discuss a situation with an eldritch being, especially one that excelled in social manipulation, you'd be silly not too.

    The stairs up to the catwalk that ringed the abandoned station were mostly clear of people. They weren't super well traveled, and a few scattered clusters of people had taken the chance to just hang out on the steps. Milly turns and walks up them, hearing their boots clank against the rusted metal of the stairs. Theres a small landing, one of several, that seems to be clear of people. They lean against the railings and just watch the people move about below them. The way the masses move to both the rhythm of the music, and some other, internal beat of the party. How groups of friends pass by each other, exchanging words and looks. How individuals break off to meld into other groups, or dance, or grab drinks and other party favors.

    They see how a young man makes eyes at a girl in his group when he thinks she isn't looking. They see how a group of white kids and a group of asian kids take careful steps to avoid passing by each other, preserving the fragile peace of the party. They see the lines connecting friends to friends, lovers to lovers, foes to foes and a mixture of all the above. The laughing and the crying and the flustered and the angry faces all looking at each other. Its not longer a beat, a rhythm. They look down upon a vast, swirling web of relationships, of emotions and dependencies and ties.

    "Do you understand now? Why I was the first to gain sapience." The Web speaks softly next to them, leaning up against the railing as well. Many hands folded in front of its chest as it looks down at the teeming masses below. "Everything I am, everything I will ever be, is fueled by connections. Ones that trap and bind and tie, yes, but connections nonetheless." It turns to look at Milly, face impossible to read. "How long do you think that the spider sitting in that sparkling web could have gone on without picking up some luster of its own.

    Milly just nods, too drawn in by the web splayed out before them. "Its…I can understand that. I can't look away." They admit. "I just…I just spent so long withdrawn from people, not talking to them or being scared of them. I think I forgot that sometimes it could be nice to be around people. Not even just talking to them, but being around them. Knowing that you're in the presence of another human being, of a lot of human beings."

    "Don't hold onto that feeling too much, or you'll drive the Lonely away." The Web chides, though its tone is joking. "But yes, its a beautiful sight. And soon you'll be able to do more than just look at it." It sweeps out with a hand. "You'll be able to pluck and pull at the stands, to get them dancing just the way you want them too." It gestures to the train car containing the booze. "That, and other things like it, will help you as well. Nothing traps like an addiction."

    Milly sighs, the spell of beauty broken. "I suppose it all does just come back to hurting people." They try to keep the frustration out of their voice. "I just feel like it would be incredibly shitty to prey on someone's addictions like that. I'm not even sure how I could do that for a good cause."

    The Web smiles. "By showing them how deep they are. And as a way to deal with those who cannot be saved, or should not be." It leans in. "Many of those Empire thugs have issues with substance abuse, my dear. I would think out of anyone they deserve to be tampered with they most, yes?"

    Hate, pure and feral, rises up in Milly's chest. "Worse than that." Their voice is dark and low. The phantom scars all over their body ache. "I suppose if I have to do shit like that to feed you, doing it to the fucking Nazis isn't the worst thing."

    The Web claps its hands. "Wonderful darling, I knew you'd understand. Now, let us look at the manipulations and plots being run here." It gestures to where the two blonde women had been arguing. The one with the clearly E88 posse had stomped off to the far end of the room, while the lone woman was sitting on the old platform, drinking a beer and clearly trying not to laugh too hard. "Those two are a good place to start. Look at the one with the rather regrettable company. Closely now, dear."

    Milly leans forwards. Above the girl's head lines spread out. They wrap around the skinheads around her, uncaring and cold. Pawns in a gang's schemes. But some wrap around her. Most going out into the city, likely to higher ups in the Empire. But others stretch out further, past the bounds of Brockton. Into the countryside.

    "Shes been sent here for a reason. Likely to show the flag and keep an eye on the competition. A piece above a pawn, but only just. Shes only worthy of your attentions if you wish to know your foe better."

    Milly looks at the lone blonde. Smaller lines shoot out into the Bay. Milly can feel some end close by. A light hold, companionship mixed with use. But they pale to the thick, silken strand that wraps around her entire body. It chokes the woman, and Milly swears that it almost seems to impair her movement. "Poor thing, shes completely wrapped up. Tightly too, and by a skilled manipulator. Its always fun to see if they'll bite off their leg to escape, just submit to being caught." The Web puts up a hand to stifle an unladylike laugh. "Be careful in speaking to her though, I can smell Beholding's interest even down here."

    Finally Milly turns their attention to the other group they're pretty sure is affiliated with the gangs. The group of rough looking asian kids, with the older woman glaring next to them. The same ties that the Empire girl had are draped on her, bonds of power keeping the regular gang members in line, while two strands reach out through the city to her boss. However Milly watches as a silken strand snakes up towards the booze car, towards where Mary and Sierra Kiley are. "This one is on a mission, it seems. And one that could potentially draw in your friend. We'll have to keep an eye on it together, won't we dearest?"

    Milly nods. The view and the talk had been nice, but it had also reminded them that this party was a hotbed of gang activity. While, hopefully, actual fighting was out of the question, a good part of the criminal underworld of Brockton Bay was moving through here. One wrong step and Milly could find themselves making enemies out of people they really, really didn't want to have as foes.

    Their eyes flicker up the stairs towards the actual catwalk. Thankfully, they were not entirely without allies at the party. Besides Mary and Victor, Milly knew that at least two people were likely in their corner in the event some shit went down. Panacea, otherwise known as Amy Dallon, leaned against the railing of the catwalk while Glory Girl, Victoria Dallon, eagerly talked to her sister about something or other. Milly couldn't tell what it was over the music, but judging by the wild gesturing it must have been something important to her. That, or Glory Girl was just really, really expressive all of the time.

    Milly cursed their lack of Cape knowledge as they climbed up the rest of the way to the catwalk. They had never really given a shit about Cape gossip or followed certain Capes on TV. Hell, Milly was pretty sure they didn't even have an account on PHO. It had just seemed like something outside of their interest and life. Sure, superheroes were cool and all, and when Milly had occasionally seen Armsmaster or New Wave on patrol it had been exciting, but it was something they were sure was never going to affect them. But it had, and now they were being thrust into a world where they couldn't even begin to guess the personality of their new 'co-workers'

    "Hey, Amy and Victoria, right?" Milly calls out to the two of them as they walk up. No use crying over unposted PHO rants, it was time to actually be sociable. They feel a phantom hand squeeze their own. They did have one advantage, an advantage that any Master or Thinker would have died to have. Getting the…God(?) of Manipulation to whisper in your ear made dealing with social stuff a bit easier.

    Amy straightens up from off the railing while Victoria turns to look at the newcomer. Her smile widens and she gives Milly a bright smile. As she does, with Milly stepping forwards, a warm feeling bubbles up in Milly's core. This girl was alright. She seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, from what Milly could tell. She was pretty and strong and reminded Milly of the popular kids in high school they had so desperately wanted to be friends with. They should go on patrol with her. All the time. Together they'd be unstoppable. Milly could show Vicky all the ways the Entities could make her strong. They could make her better, they could sho-

    That phantom hand squeezes down hard again. Pinpricks of pain start in Milly's palm, the sharp chitin of the Web biting into their skin. Well, at least that was what it felt like. "Careful with this one, dearest. She spins a web without even realizing it."

    Before Milly can react to the voice in their head Victoria speaks. "Oh shit, you must be the girl Amy was talking about! I heard you beat the shit out of some Nazis that fucked with you." She gives Milly a approving nod. "Fucking right on. Serves those shit heads right. I hope you sent their asses to the hospital."

    Milly gives Amy a look, one which the mousy girl just kind of avoids. "Uh, yeah. Kinda." They shift uncomfortably as they look back at Victoria. Even knowing about the feelings radiating off of her, it was hard to push them away. Part of Milly wanted to make this girl their friend, to let her know how much they respected her for all her strength and power. "I'm not sure if we should, uh, be yelling about that here."

    Victoria waves off their concerns with a hand. "Pffft, music's too fucking loud for anyone to hear. Besides, motherfuckers try some shit and I'll kick their asses." She mimes a few punches.

    "Vicky," Amy's voice is tired but gentle, "Milly's right. A lot of gangs will try to recruit them for what they did to those Nazis. Forcibly, if they have to." She glares at her sister. "I think it'd be fucked up if we put Milly in that danger."

    The blonde girl just sighs and throws her hands up. "Fine, fine. I'll keep it down." She turns to Milly, still grinning, voice only marginally quieter. "So, you got a pretty good idea of your powers? Amy says that you've been practicing."

    Milly scratches their forearm, feeling a little awkward about the entire situation. "Uhhh, kinda? I'm a grab bag, and I can only use one power set a day. Between that and school its been slow going." They shrug. "But yeah, a little. Most of it isn't super useful for direct combat stuff, but I'm sure theres something in there."

    Amy tilts her head as she thinks. "Once per day? That kind of time limit isn't rare, exactly, but its more something you see on Thinkers."

    Victoria nods. "Yeah, though having multiple power sets is cool. Cluster capes can get pretty strong once they figure their shit out." She looks Milly up and down with a somewhat critical eye. "Though its not really powers that you should be worried about."

    Milly grimaces and takes a half step back. "Wh…What do you mean by that?"

    The blonde girl shrugs. "You're not exactly in the best of shape. Like, how out of shape Amy was before she started actually working out some." The other girl flushes and glares at her sister. "Having non-combat powers isn't great for going out on patrol, but being out of shape will get you hurt, or worse, way faster."

    Milly sighs. They had been putting off actually starting to work out for a bit now. Between college and their new powers it had seemed like there was always something else to do. They knew that once they started, it would become easy to just slot it in somewhere in their schedule, but starting was the hardest part. They would need to actually plan out what they were gonna do, research up on fitness plans, start thinking about what they ate. "Well, we all can't get superhuman strength with our powers." They grouse.

    "At least you should probably start to put on muscle fast." Amy offers. "Our bodies were designed to work, to move and grow. Its what all that meat is there for after all."

    Milly just nods, and Victoria takes the chance to speak again. "So! I'm sure you came here to do other shit than just talk to us about work." She grins. "While we're supposed to be keeping on eye out on the gangs, I'm pretty sure I can do that and party at the same time." She nods down to the dance floor. "I'm gonna go get a drink and then dance some, you should follow me!"

    Then shes gone, pushing on past the two to go back down the stairs to the main floor. Amy just sighs. "I'm…sorry. Vicky's just kind of like that. All the time."

    Milly just shakes their head. "Its fine. I'm not sure what I was expecting with someone named Glory Girl, but I think anything else besides that would have been outside the norm." There is a touch lf levity in Milly's face, and a smile plays on their lips.

    However they school their face. "Actually, there is something I saw. I think Empire's just here to keep an eye on shit, but the ABB is here to do actual business. Likely with the host."

    "Thinker now, are we?" Milly just shrugs and Amy sighs. "Right, not the place to talk about it in detail. I'll try and keep an eye on it. And when we go downstairs I'll tell Vicky." She chews on the inside of her bottom lip for a second. "Kiley has some Merchant ties, though I don't think shes affiliated. ABB's likely gonna try and use her as a middleman or messenger for something. I don't thinnnnk they'll try to attack her, but we should be ready for anything."

    Milly nods. "Got it. I don't know Kiley well, but shes with one of my friends, so I hope its just about passing a message along." They frown. "Is this what being a Cape is like? Keeping one eye open for secretive bullshit?"

    "Only sometimes. Its mostly about just being a bit more aware of your surroundings." Amy shrugs. "Well, I'm absolutely fucking terrible at parties, so I'll follow your lead. I'd prefer we circle back to my sister eventually, but beyond that I'm good with whatever."

    Milly nods and turns back to look over the sparkling web of connections that shimmered just below them.


    It is 10:30, Panacea is accompanying Milly. In this early phase of the party Milly can take two actions


    [ ]Mary and Sierra - Mary has downed 3 beers in under that many minutes and is locked in conversation with a ginger girl with greasy dreads. That must be Sierra.

    [ ]Victor and his Cousins Friends- On the other platform Milly can see Victor talking to a group of black kids. One of them stands out, a shorter girl with dyed hair that seems to be trying and failing to flirt with Victor

    [ ]The Skinheads: Milly really, really would prefer not to talk to them, but they're an option if they want to go over and scout out their foe. The leader seems to be a girl around Amy's age, the blonde one who had just been arguing with the other girl a while ago. She and her clique have retreated to the opposite platform.

    [ ] The Lone Blonde: The girl the Nazi had been arguing with is sitting on the old platform, grinning like the cat that got the cream and sipping on a beer. The Web had said something about 'smelling the Beholder' on them.

    [ ]The Asian Kids - Near the weed car a gaggle of Asian kids, probably ABB, yell and talk in rapid fire Chinese. On the outskirts a bored college aged woman looks like she'll do anything to not be here.

    [ ]Get Fucked Up - The weed and booze carts sing a swan song to Milly. They don't partake that often, but fuck it. Its a party. Besides, if they get something in their system, they might be feeling stupid enough to dance.
     
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    • [X] Mary and Sierra - Mary has downed 3 beers in under that many minutes and is locked in conversation with a ginger girl with greasy dreads. That must be Sierra.
    [X] The Lone Blonde: The girl the Nazi had been arguing with is sitting on the old platform, grinning like the cat that got the cream and sipping on a beer. The Web had said something about 'smelling the Beholder' on them.

    We need to keep an eye on our friend, and I'm interested in what 'smelling the beholder' means.
     
    [X] Mary and Sierra - Mary has downed 3 beers in under that many minutes and is locked in conversation with a ginger girl with greasy dreads. That must be Sierra.
    [X] The Lone Blonde: The girl the Nazi had been arguing with is sitting on the old platform, grinning like the cat that got the cream and sipping on a beer. The Web had said something about 'smelling the Beholder' on them.

    That feels like Tats which we have the powerset to deal with right now thankfully. So let's see what the cat wants.
     
    thewhiteraven22 said:
    We need to keep an eye on our friend, and I'm interested in what 'smelling the beholder' means.
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    If anyone local can feed the Fears, I think that tattletales whole routine of suddenly knowing stuff she can't possibly know, and exposing it to you to freak you out? Probably feeds Beholding pretty hard. She doesn't just observe people and get info, she leans into the fear and unsettling parts of that, which is at least gonna feel familiar to our patrons and might actually link up somehow.

    Not sure if that's the kind of thing where we want to ally up with her or not, though.
     
    I would also suggest that some of the past updates may hold some information on some of the possible people you can talk to at the party. Especially the interlude
     
    mcclay said:
    As the officer nods and takes his card, Calvert is already stalking off. This was a nasty new wrinkle in the fabric of Brockton Bay. A powerful, uncontrolled new Trigger could throw off many of Calvert's plans if not handled correctly. He'd sicc Lisa onto this, he decided. Let the Undersiders try out their skills at information gathering. If they proved useful, he might be able to use them in more varied operations.

    He had some ideas as to who the mystery caller was as well. The Travelers made their homes near this part of town, so it could easily be one of them. One of his men had also stalked Circus to this area before losing them in the tangled mess of alleys, decaying apartment blocks and dead industrial buildings. He'd give them all a little visit. They might not want to talk to the PRT, but they'd speak to them. And if they had seen this new Cape, Calvert would make certain they understood the importance of telling such vital information as 'powerful new Triggers' to him directly.

    Coil smiles. Yes, he had this under control. Between the PRT and his own resources, this new Cape's identity would be his very soon. And whether they joined the Protectorate or his own personal stable, they'd be dancing too his tune very soon. Once he got a name and a face he'd have enough for his powers to work properly. Then, trapped in the coils of the snake, they'd either join him or be crushed.
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    I think this is the relevant bit - we have to consider whether Lisa already has enough info on Milly to report back and start Coils gambit going.
     
    [X] Mary and Sierra - Mary has downed 3 beers in under that many minutes and is locked in conversation with a ginger girl with greasy dreads. That must be Sierra.
    [X] The Lone Blonde: The girl the Nazi had been arguing with is sitting on the old platform, grinning like the cat that got the cream and sipping on a beer. The Web had said something about 'smelling the Beholder' on them.
     
    [X]Mary and Sierra - Mary has downed 3 beers in under that many minutes and is locked in conversation with a ginger girl with greasy dreads. That must be Sierra.

    [X]Victor and his Cousins Friends- On the other platform Milly can see Victor talking to a group of black kids. One of them stands out, a shorter girl with dyed hair that seems to be trying and failing to flirt with Victor

    I think I just spotted Aisha over there.
     
    [X]Mary and Sierra - Mary has downed 3 beers in under that many minutes and is locked in conversation with a ginger girl with greasy dreads. That must be Sierra.
    [X]Victor and his Cousins Friends- On the other platform Milly can see Victor talking to a group of black kids. One of them stands out, a shorter girl with dyed hair that seems to be trying and failing to flirt with Victor

    Checking in on our friends does seem safer, and I really don't want to go up against a thinker with just the web? What you need to be safe from that is probably more like the stranger tbh?
     
    As the vote is going on I'd thought I'd update you guys on how I'm going to be handling updates going forwards. I'm going to be moving to a bi-weekly rotation schedule. Everyone Weds I'm going to update one of my quests in rotation. So Angstlied will get an update this Weds and Sympathy will get one next Weds. Hopefully keeping to a schedule will help the pace and consistency of updates. Ideally if this works out well I may add How Long Shall We Mourn In the Dark into rotation as well
     
    [X]Mary and Sierra - Mary has downed 3 beers in under that many minutes and is locked in conversation with a ginger girl with greasy dreads. That must be Sierra.
    [X]Victor and his Cousins Friends- On the other platform Milly can see Victor talking to a group of black kids. One of them stands out, a shorter girl with dyed hair that seems to be trying and failing to flirt with Victor
     
    Alright we have a tie, so I'm going to need a tie breaker before I close the vote and work on the update tomorrow
     
    [X]Mary and Sierra - Mary has downed 3 beers in under that many minutes and is locked in conversation with a ginger girl with greasy dreads. That must be Sierra.
    [X]Victor and his Cousins Friends- On the other platform Milly can see Victor talking to a group of black kids. One of them stands out, a shorter girl with dyed hair that seems to be trying and failing to flirt with Victor
     
    Alright tie broken, I'll get to work on getting the update out tomorrow
    Scheduled vote count started by mcclay on May 29, 2022 at 6:53 PM, finished with 12 posts and 7 votes.
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      [X]Victor and his Cousins Friends- On the other platform Milly can see Victor talking to a group of black kids. One of them stands out, a shorter girl with dyed hair that seems to be trying and failing to flirt with Victor
      [X] The Lone Blonde: The girl the Nazi had been arguing with is sitting on the old platform, grinning like the cat that got the cream and sipping on a beer. The Web had said something about 'smelling the Beholder' on them.
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    I just came up with a crazy idea for one of the party guests... And for a potential character. Mostly for a potential character. Let me explain. A girl that is not of this world. In the literal sense of the word. Knows about the horrors of the universe and selectively turns a blind eye to them, taking them for granted. By nature, he is a creator. Dreams of becoming an architect to create impossible dreams, making the unreal real. Owns a podcast in which he talks about all kinds of chthonic horror. The podcast itself is basically "Welcome to Night Vale". It was started only recently, so there are only a couple of episodes. Recently, she has had strange dreams about an island that was not an island, about something that was not something, but still existed at some point, hating its existence but still enjoying it, like a nightmare from which you don't want to wake up . And when she woke up from the first such dream, she realized that she was in love with this not entirely true, but still, if you look closely, it seemed that she understood. She fell in love with this something at first sight. She wanted this obscure and almost meaningless creature. I wanted to do something that would express all her love for something that she had never met, but that she was closest to that she had ever known. And that's why she came here, to this party, which she did not even suspect, and drinks some kind of drink, lazily looking around and clutching her book tightly in her hand. Perhaps... She will find a friend here. Perhaps even someone who can understand something. So... She plans to come home later and tie each potential friend a gift. She hasn't decided what yet. Perhaps a shawl, or a dress, or some kind of key chain, or even some kind of toy ... For example, a crocodile. They are cool. As well as having a panic attack over all the reckless shit she's planning to do. In the meantime... It's time to have some fun. To be truly free for a little while. And is it possible to buy a house spider after the party? Yes. The spider sounds cool, just like that spider lady somewhere in the crowd. And his name will be Jerry. Hmm... Probably shouldn't leave books next to Jerry. At least not yellow. She will decide later. There is still time before everything starts. There is a time for madness, for that friendly town that came to her mind, for impossible buildings and lands. To her beautiful library of dreams that one day may or may not be... So much more... And maybe.. Just maybe... Someone will even be there to make this delicious lie real. After all, there is nothing more beautiful than watching someone's dreams come true, and then smash them with one blow, and watch how reality brutally cracks down on violators. Or is it not? Irrelevant. All little Miss Sun wants from today is a little inspiration for the next, and perhaps a new friend or couple, to give gifts of their favorite color and watch with a smile their awkward bewilderment when their gifts are made in their favorite colors, they say ... I didn't tell you them? And most importantly, the first gift should always be absolutely and frighteningly true to their preferences. And absolutely for everyone, but still something in it should be wrong. Shards of mirrors swirl around Sun, reflecting the same eternal glimpse of reality. And she couldn't be happier than she is now (Which is a lie, of course, but she doesn't give a damn about it).
     
    you know, I've been thinking about my currently favorite sentient embodiment among fears, and I realized that it is our beloved Beholder of all. There's something about him... a morbid harshness that reminds him of his Archive in his early formative years, when his skepticism clouded his vision. That wholesome truth and that dry sarcasm... Delightful and delicious. And it works great together with the soft call of the web. But seriously. There's something about this haughty bastard... I know readers used to say he looks like Jonah. Well, perhaps. But he reminds me exactly what the early Jon. I can't figure out if it's his harsh, caustic and yet a bit, I don't know, condescending interaction with Milly, it's tough, objective damn man, you're in the shit, admit it and try to think critically and be rational. I... I seriously can't figure out what exactly I like about that animated eye, but seriously. He's gorgeous. Heh. What is the Avatar, such is his Patron, isn't it?
     
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