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[damnpire]

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D's mind is a cacophony of things.

The landscape is shadow and darkness, and it is chilly and reserved where D sits in it; he feels like a simple young man. Quiet, soft, human. But behind the stoicism is a warm, sensual, and elegant sliver of something primordial and powerful. Embracing it is hypnotic, arousing, yet also a little horrifying.

Amidst all of this is something else, too: a craggled and old presence which can be heard on occasion cackling or chattering separately, the crusty voice belonging neither to D or the peculiar entity in the space.

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[damnpire]

[This is the most he has spoken to anyone consecutively since arriving here months ago.

Congratulations, Eustace.]

I would have had to if I wanted to leave the dream for good; otherwise, she would have kept me trapped. But I arrived here before I had the chance.

[lockedon]

[ He will cherish these words forever, the debuff still lingering in his heart long after the Oracle is over (no). ]

Fortuitous timing. [ Maybe. Maybe D is secretly a serial killer and would have had a great time slashing throats to escape from that dream. ] And what do you think of this place, now that you're here?

[damnpire]

[They're gonna become good friends, okay. OKAY!! They both need more friends.]

...

[The pause lingers between their minds for a moment.]

Some things are similar, but a lot is different. Death has no discrepancy with whether or not people are finished with their business, but I wasn't finished with mine. So I would like to know if any of this is even the truth.

I can't say I enjoy being here.

[lockedon]

[ His NEW FRIEND (because Anna has decreed so) certainly has some interesting viewpoints on life in Kenos. It reminds him of his early days in Horos, when he'd been suspicious and questioning of everything.

He finds that he's too tired these days to care much beyond the safety and well-being of those most important to him. ]

You think this is all an elaborate ploy, set up by some greater force? [ A god, a tyrant, whatever. ] Or is that there's some kind of veil being placed over eyes preventing us from seeing things as they really are.

[ Or something else; he's never really been the philosophical type. ]

[damnpire]

[Eustace became jaded, noooo. D will remain his "young" always suspiciously questioning everything friend.

And then he will one day also accept fate maybe as he had done after ten thousand years on the Frontier.]

I don't know. It could all be true. But I would like to find out what is and what isn't as we're forced to go along. I would rather return to my own world, if possible.

[lockedon]

[ Ten thousand years.....damb. Really giving Dokja a run for his money in the old man department. Or will be, one day. ]

Is that why you agreed to join Meridian?

[damnpire]

[And old man who supposedly looks like a youth of about eighteen... ridiculous.]

Yes. Our goals aligned, but I harmonized for the benefits doing so provided.

[lockedon]

The stipend and housing offered? Or were there certain skills you wre eager to get back?

[ What else does D have up his sleeve past being sexy...... ]

[damnpire]

Both.

[He does not say what things are up his sleeve...]

Is it not what you did?

[lockedon]

[ Show him the hidden goods, D...... There's the equivalent of a shrug across the mental Communionspace. ]

To an extent. I didn't have any magical talents I needed to get back though, so I stayed unharmonized for several months.

[ He is just a normie.... ]

[damnpire]

I don't practice magic. [Though some of the genetic abilities of vampires might seem like magic to people.] The things I want back I might not receive.

[Sometimes, you're too OP, and the setting says no. But he is not happy standing so close to a cyclic death.

The true frustration of being "dislike my supposed father's attempt to make me a successful godlike creature" and "really annoyed I'm lacking my vampiric cheats."]

But it seemed better to be tethered to one in the long run, as long as the discord doesn't grow unmanageable.

[lockedon]

[ There's the sudden presence of stormclouds at the edge of their Communion, something dark and foreboding that makes itself known for a brief moment before Eustace quashes it back down. So sorry, sometimes you watch the guy you like almost die of high Discord and it leaves you with trauma. ]

You should make sure to take care of that sooner rather than later, if it does start rising.

[ He sounds calm enouh about all that at least, even if it's very clearly a sore spot for him. Don't be like Dokja, D. ]

[damnpire]

[Hmm. The gloom doesn't go unnoticed, but he doesn't press it because he understands the jist of how bad it can be regardless of whatever context Eustace has.

Dokja is an idiot, yes. He learned that very well in their forest escapade. 😒]

I've noticed.

[He was going to be foolish too because he hated the way it needed to be relieved, but he has seen instances of discord growing badly. Link. Dark. As annoying as it is, not a good idea. He doesn't want to be a horny, hairy feral Meridian creature. He has enough of that already.]

That goes for you as well.

[lockedon]

[ Thanks for not saying anything, D, both about this and his unfortunate era of being a lovestruck idiot. 🥺 Truly D is already higher on his tier list than half the people he's met in this place, despite how short a time they've known each other. ]

I'll do my best.

[ He doesn't want to turn into a discord monster, thanks. He already has one monster inside that he has to deal with. ]

I won't keep you any longer though.

[ His stoic innards are getting itchy after talking for so long... ]

[damnpire]

[Not him rising in the ranks just because he well behaved...

There is no rambunctious energy in D's mind, unlike SOME people, trying to keep Eustace around for harassment. Luckily for Eustace.]

Your apology was appreciated.

[Even if he rejected it politely because it was unnecessary. He usually says goodbye. He never stays in a single place for long. But he is sadly stuck here in Kenos. So:]

See you again, Eustace.