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songerein2021-10-03 11:42 pm
whitefeather) wrote in songerein2021-10-03 11:42 pm
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Who: Joshua and Alastor!
Which: Log, closed.
Where: Shared treehouse.
What: Food, nightmares, earscritches and Noctaire hunting!
Warnings: Should be fine! Will update as needed.
[Joshua wasn't all that sure what Alastor was doing at the market, but the question hardly needed to be asked. The demon mentioned that he was on his way back and that seemed good enough- so there was hardly any reason to press him for what he did in his own time.
It's not a long wait.
An hour, tops- and as soon as he hears the fuzzy static of the radio demon's namesake in the distance, he knows its time. When the creature pops his (fearsome) head through the entrance and crawls inside (with limbs that long, he sort of resembled a spider more than a deer at that moment...) Joshua's more than happy to give a cheerful greeting, but remains where he is.
And as Alastor settles...]
So. What I can do's kind of limited out here. And since it's not like we've got a Pact or anything, my connection to you's probably going to be that wonderful.
[A glance to the bags.
Is that... food? Curious, but it's probably best to remain on task.]
So, we're probably going to need a plan. It's not like we know what happens if something goes wrong in there.
Which: Log, closed.
Where: Shared treehouse.
What: Food, nightmares, earscritches and Noctaire hunting!
Warnings: Should be fine! Will update as needed.
[Joshua wasn't all that sure what Alastor was doing at the market, but the question hardly needed to be asked. The demon mentioned that he was on his way back and that seemed good enough- so there was hardly any reason to press him for what he did in his own time.
It's not a long wait.
An hour, tops- and as soon as he hears the fuzzy static of the radio demon's namesake in the distance, he knows its time. When the creature pops his (fearsome) head through the entrance and crawls inside (with limbs that long, he sort of resembled a spider more than a deer at that moment...) Joshua's more than happy to give a cheerful greeting, but remains where he is.
And as Alastor settles...]
So. What I can do's kind of limited out here. And since it's not like we've got a Pact or anything, my connection to you's probably going to be that wonderful.
[A glance to the bags.
Is that... food? Curious, but it's probably best to remain on task.]
So, we're probably going to need a plan. It's not like we know what happens if something goes wrong in there.
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[The treehouse is scaled to normal humans rather than the taller demons of his particular version of Hell, so his ears lower slightly to keep from constantly brushing the ceiling. He strolls with his bags towards the kitchen. Even if Yoshiya doesn't choose to follow, his ears are sharp enough to hear him from the other room, and Alastor knows how to adjust his voice to be loud enough to be heard.]
Tell me more about the "Noise" you're more familiar with. Given these nightmare creatures act similarly to those, we might be able to at least think of something to try.
[He begins unpacking the food, putting it neatly away. The kitchen is more or less Alastor's domain whether it be here in the treehouse or back in the Happy Hotel. Cooking was one of his passions and something Hell had never been able to suck the pleasure out of no matter how hard it tried to add it to his list of punishments. He'd had plenty of time in Hell to learn new recipes -- and he had -- but the ones he grew up on were still his favorites.]
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[The Noise. Well, that's certainly a lot of information. And a lot of context would be required to really understand, too. It's... going to be a chore to do so... and in a lot of ways, he kind of misses his ride again. He actually liked explaining all this stuff.
But.
He drags himself upward, albeit reluctantly, standing in the edge of the makeshift doorway that leads into the makeshift kitchen- a room which, to the contrary, had never interested him.
And, with a (faintly) weary sigh...]
So, there's a structure to everything. And that's exactly it. It's a structure... kind of like your circles, I suppose. Each plane of existence- The higher plane, the RG, the UG, Hell, they're kind of... all laid on top of each other. Dead space between their borders prevents folks from jumping up or down, as well as taking a peek into the other realities on other planes.
[Well. In most cases. Angels were creatures created for said jumps, so the space between meant nothing to them. Himself? The ability to observe between was something he'd always had.]
Noise are native to that dead space between planes I mentioned. They're all different- but they're categorized as Noise by common traits. Chiefly, being a type of creature that doesn't exactly have free will and only exists to multiply. Secondarily, having the ability to interfere in the planes it happens to be sandwiched in between, and tertiarily, feeding on Soul.
[Ah. Soul. He'd not mentioned that.]
I'm Soul. You're Soul. The humans down there are Soul. This tree, the air, animals, the food in your bags... it's all the same, actually. The differences between all of us are that we're just modulated differently.
[Back to the Noise.]
But like I said? There's a ton of different types of Noise. Some can possess people, and change their mindsets. [While not exclusively the case, it was usually the story around mass-murders, suicides, and all that fun stuff.] Some change inanimate things, and some can even loosen the screws holding each plane up.
[And those ones? Nasty. Moving on.]
What they've all got in common though, is existing in two planes at once. And when someone makes a psychic connection to them, the Noise can drag someone from their plane into their plane, and completely destroy- or as we call it, Erase- them. But that's their weakness. They can be Erased that way too.
[Was there anything else...?]
You're following, I hope. I'd sure hate to repeat all that again.
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[Alastor takes his time before answering, thinking carefully over what Yoshiya had said. It wouldn't do to ask an obvious question just because he didn't mull over things enough.]
[At the same time, he set to work on the night's meal: a hearty beef roast. He laid out the appropriate spices and oil along with the pans he'd need before washing his hands to start work. He always thought better when he was cooking, the scent of meat sharpening his mind...or perhaps that's just what he'd convinced himself over the decades.]
That's why you think that we'd have better luck against these nightmare creatures in the dream world: Because that's their primary plane of existence. What we were dealing with was more or less a shadow of the creature. [He picks up his chef's knife, considering the blade for a moment before starting to sharpen it.] We could see evidence of something there but we weren't attacking the creature itself.
[To prove his point, he flicks the chef's knife at the cutting board where his shadow had placed its hand. The shadow gives an annoyed glare before settling back beneath Alastor's feet.]
[He withdraws the tip from the wood, giving it another once-over as he speaks.]
My shadow is connected to me but I didn't feel that. Much like our friend from the cave.
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Exactly! Like a ripple. If they're some type of Noise... they can be dismissed through one side, and not the other.
[But as for actually Erased? Soul scattered, Code destroyed? Well. No. That depended on a Pact. Two people connected to each other individually destroying both forms at once could take out the entire thing. That... isn't something feasible for the moment.
He eyes Alastor's shadow, allowing himself a little laugh at the fact the creature seemed somewhat perturbed at the little hole put in it. How terrible!]
In the caves, I couldn't see where it was. From what I picked up from the windbag on the journals, it's similar to the Noise in the respect that it's somewhere else. The only surprise is that our dreams're like another plane here.
[Big surprise, actually. But still. Different parallels, different worlds? Anything's possible.]
So, I'm guessing dismissing it from the other side's possible. But, it's not like we know what we're in for on the other side.
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[Alastor ignores his shadow as he starts breaking apart several garlic bulbs into cloves. He might not kill plants on touch here, but it's not likely he'll start his own garden any time soon. Still, fresh ingredients are so much better than dried.]
I assume that the plane your Noise exists on tends to be fairly consistent. If the dream plane these creatures lurk on shifts with the dreamer's dream, that adds an additional complication on things. Very few people are lucid dreamers, after all. Dreams only follow their own internal logic which these nightmare creatures are likely very used to. A fighter from the...let's call it "awake plane" for now...would always be jumping into combat blind.
[It'll definitely add some additional chaos to the mix. How novel!]
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[And he'd sure hate to be caught between states when that plane shifts. Who knew what'd happen- especially for him, a being whose entire Code changed in different ones. And honestly? Finding out firsthand isn't something he's all that willing to entertain.
It brings to mind (again) the idea of one fighter being awake. The dreamer, connected to the one awake, would use the awake one as an anchor. If the very worst were to happen, the awake one could physically wake up the dreamer and prevent harm coming to them from that respect. But honestly? No pact. No connection. Syncing to the dreamer while awake would be a loose connection at best. It would make the awake one just as useless as the both of them had been in the caves, and the asleep one on their own against who knew what.
It's just not viable...
His gaze wanders to the kitchen as he considers, spying the garlic cloves and the meat.]
Well, I suppose there's nothing for it. We'll just have to both go under, and both risk our behinds for this. [A brief smile to the radio demon chef.]
I'll watch yours, and you'll watch mine in there, I hope?
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[Alastor chuckles as he adds some oil to a pan, putting that over heat before finishing up with the garlic cloves.]
Oh absolutely! You're one of the most entertaining people I've met here! [He casts a grin in Yoshiya's direction.] If nothing else, that's an excellent reason to make sure you stay around!
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[There's his clothes, sure. His accent, his mannerism, and of course- the music that plays throughout that radio which signals Alastor as a boomer. But 90 cleanses? He'd said they were annual events, so... yeah. Confirmed.
And it's kind of endearing.
Either that little fact, or him being powerful enough to survive what he depicted at the caves 90 times.
Regardless. He smiles, faintly, at Alastor's assent.]
Good. I don't know about you, but...
[He thought he saw Alastor try and do something at the caves. He thought he saw something like surprise on his face when nothing happened. Was it a situation similar to his, or?]
I suppose I'll come clean. I'm having a hard time getting a handle on what I can do here. Not just with those things, if you get my meaning.
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Ninety Cleanses and killed the old Overlords. Not bad if I do say so myself~
[Hey, he's rather proud of that. And he did the latter on his first days in Hell, too!]
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[He'd wondered if Yoshiya had seen his failed attempt to summon the eldritch tentacles. Or perhaps he'd only seen the failed ball of flame. Regardless, he wasn't sure if he wanted to elaborate specifically what he'd tried to do.]
And this place is affecting you as well. I had an inkling but wasn't entirely sure.
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[A demon after his own heart, it seemed. At least when it came to clawing his way into his position. He allows himself another faint smile at the other, before he becomes more serious.]
M~hm. I kind of did.
[A faint shrug follows. It wasn't like he knew what Alastor was trying to do. To say it was something though was apparent to him. Most would overlook it- but to use Alastor's own wording, he hadn't exactly came as far as he had by being a dullard.
His eyes flick to his cooking- the garlic in the pan beginning to provide an aroma that provokes interest. And he exhales, bringing a hand upward to push some locks of curls back from his face.]
If these things really are like Noise, where we're going'll have looser Rules- meaning we can actually give back a little. But, it's probably going to be a case of finding out when we get there. That guy on the journals was sounding off way too much about whether or not it was his fault the things're even here [A decidedly human trait, might he add...] to actually ask anything useful.
[A faint pause.]
Work for you? The uncertainty, I mean. As this is probably life or death, I'm not going to be that sore if you'd rather not give up your weekend pass just yet.
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I'm enjoying my weekend pass, but it should prove entertaining to try! And if I die, well, at least it'll be an unusual death! Something to talk about, hopefully!
[After a minute or two, he removes the garlic from the heat before mixing more oil along with some spices in a bowl. Then as the cloves cool, he slices into the roast and begins filling it with the garlic cloves.]
[Honestly, his original death annoyed him to no end.]
Though I wouldn't say "no" to a little preparation. Just because I don't fear it doesn't mean I long for death's final embrace. Particularly given there's no guarantee of where I'll end up.