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octanachronism:

He was, apparently, a blind man.

With little effort, Snowman came to stand a few feet away from Jacob, eyeing him with appraisingly. The blindness she was made aware of by his words, and she supposed it made sense. Creatures, when deprived of their senses, developed others. It…

"My hands are literal gates to hell and you will die if you touch them," said Snow.

For someone with such an aversion to touch, Snowman bore the contact remarkably well. This, to her, was like palmistry. The way Jacob roamed her face was the same as one traced a lifeline. He was exacting a science—or maybe a magic—and her curiosity made it permissible.

She did, however, frown at his insight. She’d heard it a thousand times, but the accusation of beauty never failed to nettle her.

"Yes, and the sky is blue, and you are blind. You said I was loud—what can you hear from here? And how clearly?"

Hello, Spades Slick.
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oneshadyhellhound:

octanachronism:

oneshadyhellhound:

Eh?  Oh.  Hey.  Long time no see.

You have not seen us before.

But we are very pleased to meet you.

…………………………………………………….

Y’know sayin us all ominous like kinda ruins the mystery effect.  

That bein said.

Getthefuckoutan’getthefuckouttaher.

We do not intend omen, nor do we intend mystery.

Unfortunately, we cannot leave her, and until she decides otherwise, she will not resurface.

She was right. You are paranoid.

[Private] We will not tarry longer than two days now. We would like to give you our bequest.
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tacticalanon:

octanachronism:

tacticalanon:

[pvt]

My home is always open to you.

Come at your pleasure.

They smile, and it is unaffected. They had always found pleasure in their own. Which, now, TA was to be.

Returning the smile, they spoke, each voice perfectly harmonized. “Briory will wake soon, and we will no longer be needed so strongly. But in the time we have been here…” they here bent down to TA, cupping her cheek in their hand, “…we have found you to be exceedingly intelligent, and exceedingly just.”

As they stood back up to height, the light in the room dimmed. So did the sounds. From the current of air-conditioning to the faint hum of household electronics, everything was blotted away beneath layers of aural cotton, until all that could be heard was TA’s heartbeat, and theirs. They swept their hand over the air, three shadowed afterimages trailing behind, and there was absolutely nothing.

And they stood, the each of them at once unfathomably huge and impossible small in a semicircle around Victoria. They were, to the eye, perfect voids, without definition, save it were their outlines. Their silhouettes each reached for their necks, withdrawing a necklace. Then, reaching out to TA, their hands converged.

So did the necklaces, and they extended one talisman to their ward.

It was a simple necklace, though not unpolished. A fine leather string held a shaft of deep black crystal, silver scrolling along its top edge in traditional Dersite fashion.

"Take our necklace. It contains this magic, and it will keep you from danger’s way."

> It’s so lovely to see them smile. You lean into their hand and suppress a sigh of contentment, more than pleased with their existence and the fact that your Briory will be ready to return soon. But. They haven’t found you to be a useless sack of shit? As you struggle to fully gain your bearings, you find it’s actually harder to take note of everything around you. Is that you? Oh God are you fucking things up again shit shit shit not infront of a deity like this- Shhh.

> It’s just you. And them. What truly is you and them. No felt flesh, nor bone, just existence in its purest form. How beautiful. How perfect. How entrancing, the call of the Void, singing out to you. You’re simply not worthy. But they extend a gift to you anyway, the necklace taken only after you’ve knelt before them.

> It is… heady, almost, the weight and scent of the magic in your claws, and it is with shaking hands you set the gift around your neck. You’ll treasure it for eternity.

"[What… can I do to repay? What message can I relay, what can I do for you?]"

Just as quickly as the vacuums of an empty eternity swept TA from her home, she was right back, kneeling on her own floor in front of a rather tall Briory.

"There is no message we can ask you to diffuse, and there is no quest for you to conquer. We only ask that you continue what you have done for Briory, for every service you tender her is service to us."

The smile they gave TA was maudlin, subdued before they spoke again. “She is not permanent. And neither are we. We ask that you remember.”

crazy-blind-bastard:

octanachronism:

I could quite easily be in person.

OOH A MAGIC TRICK I WANNA SEE.

……Heh, see….

Alright sister, show me whatcha got.

He was, apparently, a blind man.

With little effort, Snowman came to stand a few feet away from Jacob, eyeing him with appraisingly. The blindness she was made aware of by his words, and she supposed it made sense. Creatures, when deprived of their senses, developed others. It was perfectly conceivable that he had developed some extrasensory perception.

"So long as you do not touch my hand, that is acceptable."

crazy-blind-bastard:

octanachronism:

Your supposition is not entirely incorrect. I’d love to know how you’ve ascertained this information from our minimal contact.

I am Madame Snow. You are?

Jacob, sup.

And I listen.  And YOU, girl, you have a very loud existence lemme tell you.  Though it’s a lot of static, it’d be clearer in person. 

I could quite easily be in person.

Hello, Spades Slick.
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oneshadyhellhound:

Eh?  Oh.  Hey.  Long time no see.

You have not seen us before.

But we are very pleased to meet you.

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crazy-blind-bastard:

octanachronism:

crazy-blind-bastard:

octanachronism started following you.

*GASP LOOK WHO IT IS*

Wait, nah, I actually don’t got a clue. What’s shakin bacon? What’s the deal, banana peal? What’s the word, hummingbird??????

I regret my decision already.

Okay don’t tell me, I got…

Your supposition is not entirely incorrect. I’d love to know how you’ve ascertained this information from our minimal contact.

I am Madame Snow. You are?