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[He is an angel of the Lord. A Lord he is devoted to entirely, a Lord which he will gladly destroy false idols for. The existence of other gods, even in worlds and dimensions he has never visited? The idea is preposterous, to an angel like Cheriour. He has no time or need or want to think of such things, not while he does his duty.]
[He does his work on Earth diligently. His bloody, bloody work, where he hunts down those humans whose hearts are darkest so that the pure and innocent can survive another day. In a way, he's a dark being, a tool of destruction, used to deliver the final blow of justice in a very dangerous manner. His sword has tasted blood, and it will do so again, over and over...]
[He has finally started to rest for the night, getting in a few hours of sleep before he continues his work. But, when he wakes up, he finds himself not where he was when he went to sleep. Indeed, he finds himself in a...dream-like place. Pieces of land hover in the air, the thick smell of saline and oil hitting his nostrils. He turns his strange clock-eyed gaze over it all, eyebrows furrowing as he gets to his feet.]
W-what? [He has never seen this place before. He's never seen anything even like it, not on Earth, and not even in heaven.] Where...where is this?
[He does his work on Earth diligently. His bloody, bloody work, where he hunts down those humans whose hearts are darkest so that the pure and innocent can survive another day. In a way, he's a dark being, a tool of destruction, used to deliver the final blow of justice in a very dangerous manner. His sword has tasted blood, and it will do so again, over and over...]
[He has finally started to rest for the night, getting in a few hours of sleep before he continues his work. But, when he wakes up, he finds himself not where he was when he went to sleep. Indeed, he finds himself in a...dream-like place. Pieces of land hover in the air, the thick smell of saline and oil hitting his nostrils. He turns his strange clock-eyed gaze over it all, eyebrows furrowing as he gets to his feet.]
W-what? [He has never seen this place before. He's never seen anything even like it, not on Earth, and not even in heaven.] Where...where is this?
[Angel. What an interesting, foreign concept, and yet, how like him. Much like an angel, the Outsider serves the source of all things - after all, that is what the Void is. All creating, all devouring, omnipotent nothingness. Easy to shatter a human mind, but this one should be far enough removed. So he appears in a swirl of blackness, stands on a piece of debris just off the platform Cheriour found himself on, black eyes fixed on his involuntary visitor curiously.]
This is the Void.
[There's no inflection here, only a plain statement.]
This is the Void.
[There's no inflection here, only a plain statement.]
[The sudden appearance of the blackness almost makes Cheriour jump in place, and the man that appears is...well, not exactly a very friendly sight. The first thing that comes to mind when he sees those black coal-like eyes is that this is a demon, a creature of the night, and Cheriour reaches towards his sword...only to have his hands helplessly gasp at air. His sword isn't on his hilt.]
[The alarm and surprise rises horrendous as he steps back, trying to comprehend what is going on. Has...has he been kidnapped? He can't sense the other is a demon, which is strange, but...there's something very, very strange about all of this.]
What? Who...who are you? What is this?!
[The alarm and surprise rises horrendous as he steps back, trying to comprehend what is going on. Has...has he been kidnapped? He can't sense the other is a demon, which is strange, but...there's something very, very strange about all of this.]
What? Who...who are you? What is this?!
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Is a dream that much cause for alarm?
[He'd prefer not to be attacked. It would be as pointless as it would be boring, so the Outsider just cants his head to the side and waits where he is, wondering if the angel will get his bearings.
He's not a demon, for sure. Powerful, but neither a good being nor an evil one. In fact, once Cheriour tries to sense anything, he might sense that the entirety of the place he is in feels much the same, like ancient sentient power.]
You don't need to worry. When you wake up you will be returned just where you were.
[He'd prefer not to be attacked. It would be as pointless as it would be boring, so the Outsider just cants his head to the side and waits where he is, wondering if the angel will get his bearings.
He's not a demon, for sure. Powerful, but neither a good being nor an evil one. In fact, once Cheriour tries to sense anything, he might sense that the entirety of the place he is in feels much the same, like ancient sentient power.]
You don't need to worry. When you wake up you will be returned just where you were.
A dream?
[Yes, yes, this...feels like a dream. Though none of his dreams have been quite like this. He relaxes somewhat, but there's still a sense of wariness about this. Something about it seems off, and this strange fellow, with his strange eyes, is not helping. This entire place feels...powerful. Unknown. Like he's standing on the edge of a black hole, faced full front with it's intensity. Like the Lord he serves, but...older than that, somehow, which is quite an odd thought indeed.]
But if I am dreaming, why would I...return? Am I actually somewhere else?
[Yes, yes, this...feels like a dream. Though none of his dreams have been quite like this. He relaxes somewhat, but there's still a sense of wariness about this. Something about it seems off, and this strange fellow, with his strange eyes, is not helping. This entire place feels...powerful. Unknown. Like he's standing on the edge of a black hole, faced full front with it's intensity. Like the Lord he serves, but...older than that, somehow, which is quite an odd thought indeed.]
But if I am dreaming, why would I...return? Am I actually somewhere else?
In a manner of speaking.
[No use getting into the details of how their dimensions really shouldn't be intersecting. That's really not the interesting part here, after all, it's not even a problem to solve or a choice to make.]
I understand you too are bound to a higher power.
[No use getting into the details of how their dimensions really shouldn't be intersecting. That's really not the interesting part here, after all, it's not even a problem to solve or a choice to make.]
I understand you too are bound to a higher power.
I...too?
[Well, the man wasn't going and saying "YOU, ANGEL, LISTEN TO ME" so...perhaps he didn't know what he was, Cheriour thought. He stares before answering, folding his arms.]
Ah, yes! I'm an angel of the Lord, sir. And if you "too" are bound to a higher power, then...who do you serve, exactly? And what are you? You don't feel like a demon...
[Well, the man wasn't going and saying "YOU, ANGEL, LISTEN TO ME" so...perhaps he didn't know what he was, Cheriour thought. He stares before answering, folding his arms.]
Ah, yes! I'm an angel of the Lord, sir. And if you "too" are bound to a higher power, then...who do you serve, exactly? And what are you? You don't feel like a demon...
[She's a delinquent. A high school student, judging from the uniform, but that's not an occupation when you don't show up, and she doesn't if she can help it.
Right now she thinks she might be dreaming about a video game again. It's different than her usual ones. No gas cans or fire bombs. No ash. Water, though. Like the river that runs through their town. Deeper than that, though. No wading through to look for lost shoes, this time.
They're missing again. But it's alright. They always turn up eventually. She'll just have to look for them.
If this is a dream, she'll wake up. She always does. Sometimes it just takes longer, when the dream's better than school in the morning.]
Is there anyone else here? You don't have to be shy, you know...
[It feels like there is. Like someone watching over her. Like a God, maybe. Not Lord Kanti, of course. No gas cans. No fire bombs. But maybe of the river. There's water. And broken things.]
Right now she thinks she might be dreaming about a video game again. It's different than her usual ones. No gas cans or fire bombs. No ash. Water, though. Like the river that runs through their town. Deeper than that, though. No wading through to look for lost shoes, this time.
They're missing again. But it's alright. They always turn up eventually. She'll just have to look for them.
If this is a dream, she'll wake up. She always does. Sometimes it just takes longer, when the dream's better than school in the morning.]
Is there anyone else here? You don't have to be shy, you know...
[It feels like there is. Like someone watching over her. Like a God, maybe. Not Lord Kanti, of course. No gas cans. No fire bombs. But maybe of the river. There's water. And broken things.]
[Broken things, indeed. And many. Broken down husks of boats, washed up on the shore. Wooden things, metal things, twisted beyond recognition. A big round glass tank, broken open and now empty, but there's a bright, slightly blue-tinged glow staining the sand around it.
In the distance, there's whalesong, but all around her, it's just water and sand, stones and debris. Beyond that? A greyish, blueish nothing. Like mist, perhaps, if you squint, but then if you squint hard enough, the Void can become anything right in front of your eyes.
And there he is. Half sitting on, half leaning against an upturned boat that was once called AMARANTH. Arms crossed, head tilted slightly, watching her with entirely black eyes. Curious.]
People don't usually come here by accident.
In the distance, there's whalesong, but all around her, it's just water and sand, stones and debris. Beyond that? A greyish, blueish nothing. Like mist, perhaps, if you squint, but then if you squint hard enough, the Void can become anything right in front of your eyes.
And there he is. Half sitting on, half leaning against an upturned boat that was once called AMARANTH. Arms crossed, head tilted slightly, watching her with entirely black eyes. Curious.]
People don't usually come here by accident.
[She's never heard whales before. Except maybe on TV. It sounds kind of pretty. Echo-y. Like it means something, and she almost knows what it means, but she doesn't, and then it fades into a different tune that means something else. Maybe all whales sound like that. Maybe only dreamwhales do.
She hopes she doesn't get splinters from all the broken ships. It'd be hard to avoid them, if she walked in the sand too long. She tilts her head and reads the one he leans on.]
Is that your ship? [Slightly suspicious.] Did you sink all these?
[Oh, he asked her something. So, maybe she should answer.]
Oh! I don't really know how I got here. Maybe I sank too...
She hopes she doesn't get splinters from all the broken ships. It'd be hard to avoid them, if she walked in the sand too long. She tilts her head and reads the one he leans on.]
Is that your ship? [Slightly suspicious.] Did you sink all these?
[Oh, he asked her something. So, maybe she should answer.]
Oh! I don't really know how I got here. Maybe I sank too...
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It is not a "who". The Void is what created all things, and will one day devour them again.
[The Outsider gestures at the vast abyss beyond him.]
It isn't possible for the Void to interact with mortal beings without them being destroyed by it. And that is why I exist.
[And he crosses his arms, forges on. He's not here to talk about himself.]
So you say you serve a someone.
[The Outsider gestures at the vast abyss beyond him.]
It isn't possible for the Void to interact with mortal beings without them being destroyed by it. And that is why I exist.
[And he crosses his arms, forges on. He's not here to talk about himself.]
So you say you serve a someone.
[Her reaction makes him smile, the suspicion especially. An unusual girl. But then, who else would trip from their own dreams straight into the Void?]
Perhaps. Or perhaps you dreamed your way here. The ship belongs to a man named Samuel. Would it bother you if I had sunk them all?
Perhaps. Or perhaps you dreamed your way here. The ship belongs to a man named Samuel. Would it bother you if I had sunk them all?
You serve this place?
[Now that's a new concept he's not used to;. Fake idols, yes, other gods, yes, but...a place? An abyss? He boggles at the other, staring over his shoulder into the vastness of space.]
[A representative of a void, both literal and metaphorical...]
[His attention snaps back to the Outside at the last statement, and he nods.]
Er, yes, I do. The god who created and crafted me, humanity and the universe... serve Him in all things.
[Now that's a new concept he's not used to;. Fake idols, yes, other gods, yes, but...a place? An abyss? He boggles at the other, staring over his shoulder into the vastness of space.]
[A representative of a void, both literal and metaphorical...]
[His attention snaps back to the Outside at the last statement, and he nods.]
Er, yes, I do. The god who created and crafted me, humanity and the universe... serve Him in all things.
To call it a place would be too simple. It is also a power, permeating everything.
[But there are things to consider, here. He's never thought of creation as a planned thing, never even imagined it.]
So he made all, and with some kind of purpose in mind.
[... How strange.]
[But there are things to consider, here. He's never thought of creation as a planned thing, never even imagined it.]
So he made all, and with some kind of purpose in mind.
[... How strange.]
Yes, there are many. Hundreds of brothers and sisters, all working for Him...we know nothing else, and we were born for nothing else.
[He smiles, nodding.]
Yes, we do. Some of my brethren, they live among the humans, guiding them. Others manage the stars and days and time. I, well, I eliminate evil, wherever it lurks. Everyone is important in their own respect!
[He smiles, nodding.]
Yes, we do. Some of my brethren, they live among the humans, guiding them. Others manage the stars and days and time. I, well, I eliminate evil, wherever it lurks. Everyone is important in their own respect!
We have no need for that here. All things, stars and elements have settled into their own patterns, and as it turns out, humans like to hunt down their understanding of evil whereever they find it, as well.
[That last bit might have a sarcastic note. Possibly. A little.]
[That last bit might have a sarcastic note. Possibly. A little.]
[Hmmm.] Not really. If you sank them because they made you mad.... Oh! Or is sinking things kind of your job? [Hmmm.] Or... I guess you could just be asking what I think about it, and you didn't sink anything. Maybe you just found them and gathered them up. Like... those ships in a bottle you see old professors make. So I guess that's okay, too.
[She may have kind of sorta burned part of her town down, once. What's morality, to a teenager?]
[She may have kind of sorta burned part of her town down, once. What's morality, to a teenager?]
[Now she's just musing, but her musing isn't quite the same he usually sees. There are skips and leaps all throughout. It keeps him listening, and in the distance, the whales' voices are replaced by the steady rushing of waves, like whispers creeping across the sand.]
They all sink eventually. I might be there when they do, but I've often been there when they did not.
[A shrug. What's morality to the Void?]
They all sink eventually. I might be there when they do, but I've often been there when they did not.
[A shrug. What's morality to the Void?]
[Oh, the whales swam away.]
Can you go anywhere you want?
Can you go anywhere you want?
I get stuck, sometimes.
[In her town. That's why she tries to leave so often, in whatever way she can. Some of those ways are dreams. Some of them aren't.]
It's not so bad. Like waiting for the light to turn green, but there aren't any cars coming, so you cross the street anyway.
[In her town. That's why she tries to leave so often, in whatever way she can. Some of those ways are dreams. Some of them aren't.]
It's not so bad. Like waiting for the light to turn green, but there aren't any cars coming, so you cross the street anyway.
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