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January 27th, 2022

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A Day in the After Life (Part 1)

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Sender: Alastor
To: Everyone
Subject: Passive dream recording
Warnings: It takes place in Hell, and Hell is not a nice place. Also, this upcoming series of periodic dreams is based on the official Alastor comic with this post covering the first two pages. The viewer is taking Alastor's place, directly seeing what he sees, feeling what he feels, and thinking what he thinks, so unless you want to potentially traumatize your character with experiencing the after life in Hell as a cannibalistic serial killer deer demon, you might wanna pass.

So...this is what it's like walking in a demon's hooves... )
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journal entry; first day of owlets

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⇢ sender: Emil Västerström
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⇢ subject: Journal text

not one to be on the up and up in a place where he feels that fully integrating is still a form of treason, the whole deal with owls and santa claus has totally gone over emil's head. he stays in his tree house, goes out to enjoy himself from time to time, comes back and that's that.

unluckily enough for him, he's chosen a day of owlet extravaganza to go outside and get fresh air. reclining against the base of a tree not too far from the one he calls home, everything is uneventful. no huge bugs, the weather is mild as far as he's concerned. there's no noise— well, actually, hold that thought. there is a high-pitched sound off in the distance, but no matter. the closer it gets, the more his aggravation shifts from being underlying to obvious, especially if the crease in his brow is any indication. but the time it finally gets close enough to be within sight line, the smell of burnt ground becomes more apparent.

the sight he sees: a small owlet, screeching and running, flapping like mad while every beat of its wings pushes a cloud of fire forward. the bird veers close enough to emil that he has to tuck in his legs to avoid his shoes being burnt.

what...was that? did he miss a memo?? is this just another thing that happens here???


A bird just tried to set me on fire ?