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steadypulse) wrote in dreamcrystals2021-11-01 10:12 pm
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Journal Entry
Sender: 76
To: Everyone
Subject: Information
[This finds its way across the journals a few days after the dreamshift ends-]
Going to attempt to keep this short.
If you remember the journal wide post warning about the Story Eater? Here's more of that.
Most of what was fought in that dreamshift, if we're going to keep calling it that, were created or caused by the Story Eater tampering in it much like it would in stories. More than enough proof points to that, including stuff found at Baba Yaga's hut, and it was a small taste of what it's capable of for those among us that didn't take a detour to the Realm of Stories before ending up here. Those red-eyed things were Eraser influence, and it looks like Story Eater may have it's own new tricks as well.
Thing is? There are Erasers here as well, not just in dreamshifts. They're not the Noctaere and it's safer not to mistake one for the other; they're entirely different beasts from each other and pose their own dangers.
Noctaere are best not come into physical contact with, as from experience that can hurt you as much as any of their attacks; seems like only this dreamotion stuff is the best way to deal with them. Erasers you can physically wail on to an extent and get somewhere, but using other means can keep them down longer or put them down faster. Some are a lot stronger than others, depends on how much the Story Eater put in to them.
If you recall the quest on the board about the witches that were dumping paint on people before we suddenly found ourselves neck-deep in that Halloween dreamshift? Those were Erasers, likely based off The Wicked Witch from Wizard of OZ; one reason throwing water on them seemed to destroy them with what info that notice provided for anyone who went after them. From what I can guess, they were a test of some sort and your guess as to why is as good as mine.
Look for red eyes, and ink coming out of it. Likely based off of something in a story, possibly twisted in some way. Easiest way to identify an Eraser.
I'm not going to respond to any private messages about this. You want to talk privately? Come find me. Otherwise? Anything you've got to ask or say here is better off public access for others' sake.
[Might not answer everything either, but there it was. Written out as much as he was willing, strange as most words felt to write.
Was as much information as 76 had to share with what knowledge and details he had.]
To: Everyone
Subject: Information
[This finds its way across the journals a few days after the dreamshift ends-]
Going to attempt to keep this short.
If you remember the journal wide post warning about the Story Eater? Here's more of that.
Most of what was fought in that dreamshift, if we're going to keep calling it that, were created or caused by the Story Eater tampering in it much like it would in stories. More than enough proof points to that, including stuff found at Baba Yaga's hut, and it was a small taste of what it's capable of for those among us that didn't take a detour to the Realm of Stories before ending up here. Those red-eyed things were Eraser influence, and it looks like Story Eater may have it's own new tricks as well.
Thing is? There are Erasers here as well, not just in dreamshifts. They're not the Noctaere and it's safer not to mistake one for the other; they're entirely different beasts from each other and pose their own dangers.
Noctaere are best not come into physical contact with, as from experience that can hurt you as much as any of their attacks; seems like only this dreamotion stuff is the best way to deal with them. Erasers you can physically wail on to an extent and get somewhere, but using other means can keep them down longer or put them down faster. Some are a lot stronger than others, depends on how much the Story Eater put in to them.
If you recall the quest on the board about the witches that were dumping paint on people before we suddenly found ourselves neck-deep in that Halloween dreamshift? Those were Erasers, likely based off The Wicked Witch from Wizard of OZ; one reason throwing water on them seemed to destroy them with what info that notice provided for anyone who went after them. From what I can guess, they were a test of some sort and your guess as to why is as good as mine.
Look for red eyes, and ink coming out of it. Likely based off of something in a story, possibly twisted in some way. Easiest way to identify an Eraser.
I'm not going to respond to any private messages about this. You want to talk privately? Come find me. Otherwise? Anything you've got to ask or say here is better off public access for others' sake.
[Might not answer everything either, but there it was. Written out as much as he was willing, strange as most words felt to write.
Was as much information as 76 had to share with what knowledge and details he had.]
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One eyebrow quirks forward as she watches him over the rim of the jar she's drinking from, looking over the collection of jars he's brought along with him. He's basically a pro at this, seems like.]
Shit. Don't have to ask me twice.
[Hell, she's all for getting free stuff, especially if it's all going to have this kind of kick to it.]
... thanks.
[In case she hasn't said it yet. She's lost track— it's not a word she utters often, anyway.]
So's it a secret identity kinda thing, or are you used to getting kind of a... [She pauses a moment, frowning as she swallows a little more moonshine and makes a vague gesture with one hand.] You know. Shitty reception from people, for whatever reason.
[She can definitely identify with that second option.]
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Sometimes? Sometimes you just really needed a drink, for whatever reason. That was something he knew all too well these days. If he could supply that to those that had as hard, or even harder, time with it than him? More the fucking merrier.]
Welcome.
[His nose wrinkled for a moment, before he was taking a larger swig from the jar in his own hand.] Bit of both. I made for a big and easy target, even though I wasn't the real source of their issues.
Better off believing I'm dead so I can take care of the actual problem. [Even if it would take him a while-] One punk at a time, if need be.
[Revenge wasn't a bad path to take in getting his answers, kept him going.]
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[It makes her wonder, how much better would things have been back home if people thought she was dead? Hell, a lot of folks would probably celebrate, if they cared at all, but she doesn't think his situation is the same. People just didn't like her, trust her— if they were after him, that was different.
She takes another long, thoughtful drink before asking:]
So. What'd you do to piss people off so bad?
[No harm in asking. He can always refuse to answer, right?]
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[There was something equal parts bitter and amused in it now. It was funny in away, because it went to show that-] They were afraid the people were starting to see how useless they were, how power hungry. So I made an easy target for their fear mongering, to keep their egos from further bruising.
[A lot of-]
Never liked the political bullshit getting mixed in with keeping people safe and alive, even if I had to play along. [Made himself that to try and keep any of it from hitting others. Boy did that fail.] They were calling for my head on a silver platter near the end.
Almost got it. Now the bastards make a show of mourning, as if they didn't try to destroy me in every way possible. Of what I worked for, and the other people they took down trying to get to me. [They'd get theirs, one way or another.]