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Things Are About to Get…Stranger: Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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Things Are About to Get…Stranger: Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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“You HAVE to tell me sometime how you can do that…” I follow stranger, carefully. Afraid. But I follow him.

The Stranger looks down. “That?” it asks, looking at you inquisitively. Its head moves slowly this time, turning deliberately from its leg to your face. “I don’t know,” it says softly, sadly. It looks back down at its knee. “I think I died,” it mumbles. “But I got better. I might still be a little bit dead. I can smell it.” The masked head tilts. “I can smell myself being dead. But it’s okay. It’s good to still be walking around, making friends to people.” The blue light behind the eyeholes looks back up at your face, smiles. “Like you.” With that, it flits off again.

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Things Are About to Get…Stranger: Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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Things Are About to Get…Stranger: Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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“I have some medicine,” the Stranger says suddenly,…

“Ergh… it might be better If I… tell them about you… and afterwards the two of us discuss when we´ll let the others get to meet you.”

“Oh. Okay.” The Stranger looks down, almost disappointed. Suddenly it looks up again, and the quickness of its movements startles you until you realize that that’s just the way it is. “Should I go, should I? Take you to my house, so you know where to find me, later?”

"That sounds like a good idea, Stranger!" I give a smile… this was too interesting not to be done. Although I was still horrified, I was excited.

The deep blue eyes seem to smile when you use the name. It gives a quick nod, almost too quick, then flits off, feet not so much stepping over the rubble as flying. You’re a little hard-pressed to keep up at first, but then it realizes that and slows down.

"Remember remember remember," it says in its dreamlike voice, pausing to look around. In its distraction it forgets that knees are supposed to bend the other way, but then it realizes its mistake and corrects itself with a sickeningly wet crunch.

Things Are About to Get...Stranger: Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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Things Are About to Get…Stranger: Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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“I have some medicine,” the Stranger says suddenly,…

“Ergh… it might be better If I… tell them about you… and afterwards the two of us discuss when we´ll let the others get to meet you.”

"Oh. Okay." The Stranger looks down, almost disappointed. Suddenly it looks up again, and the quickness of its movements startles you until you realize that that’s just the way it is. "Should I go, should I? Take you to my house, so you know where to find me, later?"

Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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Things Are About to Get…Stranger: Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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“I have some medicine,” the Stranger says suddenly, and the pain redoubles. “Some medicine for the pain…” From inside the suit, it draws a hypodermic needle, the black liquid inside contrasting sharply with the clarity of the syringe itself. “Hold still,” it…

I don´t jump back. That black stuff… it made the pain seize. He wasn´t hostile… I just wished I wasn´t so damn scared by him… and I gave him the hug, horrified, but I did, nonetheless. I will either regret this greatly, or just have a story to tell.

“Why are you so scared?” The Stranger steps back, all innocent curiosity. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?” Again the gloved fingers play over each other, the head tilts in that birdlike manner.

You notice that the shadow is facing the wrong way and you wince, expecting the pain again. Nothing happens this time, though.

“Wha-How- You indeed are stranger. And that´s how I´ll call you, if you like…” I looked at the strange person. I was both amazed and horribly, horribly scared. “N-no, it doesn´t hurt…”

“You found me my name!” The Stranger, if that is indeed what it is, claps happily. “Oh, the joy, such joy. And you are my friend and I’ve befriended you and I’m not lonely anymore, not anymore!” Its fingers are fluttering excitedly, its feet tapping the ground to some music only it can hear. Suddenly it stops, head tilted again. The happiness seems to fade. “But your friends…they might not be mine. I might hurt them.”

"We have to assume that… I´ll tell them about you…" I eye the… person? He was kind. and caring. He obviously didn´t cause the pain voluntarily… I concluded that he was a good… anomaly.

((This is going really well. Normally people scream and run at this point, or try to break the mask and then run. I’ve had people tell me it’s like they’ve been stripped of their right to be repulsed or something.))

"Really? That’s lovely, so lovely…Can we go? Shall we go?" It paces back and forth absently, feet not so much stepping as gliding. "I’ve finally got friends with someone," it murmurs giddily to itself, as if not quite believing the fact.

Things Are About to Get...Stranger: Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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“I have some medicine,” the Stranger says suddenly, and the pain redoubles. “Some medicine for the pain…” From inside the suit, it draws a hypodermic needle, the black liquid inside contrasting sharply with the clarity of the syringe itself. “Hold still,” it…

I don´t jump back. That black stuff… it made the pain seize. He wasn´t hostile… I just wished I wasn´t so damn scared by him… and I gave him the hug, horrified, but I did, nonetheless. I will either regret this greatly, or just have a story to tell.

“Why are you so scared?” The Stranger steps back, all innocent curiosity. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?” Again the gloved fingers play over each other, the head tilts in that birdlike manner.

You notice that the shadow is facing the wrong way and you wince, expecting the pain again. Nothing happens this time, though.

“Wha-How- You indeed are stranger. And that´s how I´ll call you, if you like…” I looked at the strange person. I was both amazed and horribly, horribly scared. “N-no, it doesn´t hurt…”

"You found me my name!" The Stranger, if that is indeed what it is, claps happily. "Oh, the joy, such joy. And you are my friend and I’ve befriended you and I’m not lonely anymore, not anymore!" Its fingers are fluttering excitedly, its feet tapping the ground to some music only it can hear. Suddenly it stops, head tilted again. The happiness seems to fade. "But your friends…they might not be mine. I might hurt them.”

Things Are About to Get...Stranger: Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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“I have some medicine,” the Stranger says suddenly, and the pain redoubles. “Some medicine for the pain…” From inside the suit, it draws a hypodermic needle, the black liquid inside contrasting sharply with the clarity of the syringe itself. “Hold still,” it…

I don´t jump back. That black stuff… it made the pain seize. He wasn´t hostile… I just wished I wasn´t so damn scared by him… and I gave him the hug, horrified, but I did, nonetheless. I will either regret this greatly, or just have a story to tell.

"Why are you so scared?" The Stranger steps back, all innocent curiosity. "It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?" Again the gloved fingers play over each other, the head tilts in that birdlike manner.

You notice that the shadow is facing the wrong way and you wince, expecting the pain again. Nothing happens this time, though.

Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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“I have some medicine,” the Stranger says suddenly, and the pain redoubles. “Some medicine for the pain…” From inside the suit, it draws a hypodermic needle, the black liquid inside contrasting sharply with the clarity of the syringe itself. “Hold still,” it murmurs. “Hold very still indeed…”

It approaches and gently presses the needle to your arm, letting the tip build up an exquisite point of pressure before it slips inside you, ever so gradually. There is no pain—it’s being so gentle, so polite as it depresses the plunger and the sense of wrongness eases its axe out from between the two hemispheres of your brain.

Your vision clears of a red haze, your legs feel cold and wet, and you smell urine.

“There,” the Stranger breathes, straightening. “That wasn’t so bad, was it? I expect you feel much better after that,” it murmurs before casually sticking the tip of the needle in its mouth and sucking on it like a lollipop.

“…I need fresh trousers. and thank you… what are you doing with the- Nevermind. anyways. I need to grab a new trousers… and what was that? and… WHAT in general is happening here?”

"It’s okay…you won’t hurt anymore." The figure stows its needle away inside its suit again, head bobbing. "Are we friends now? Now that my stuff is inside?" It takes a step towards you, arms outstretched, which wouldn’t be so strange if only its thumbs pointed up, not down. "I hope we’re friends. I’m so lonely. So lonely, so."

You can see its eyes now, a soft deep-blue glow behind the holes of the mask, and you realize with a shudder that something of it, something belonging to it is now inside you, creeping through your veins.

((And you’re welcome for the proof, by the way. I’m impressed you found that out by yourself—usually it takes more exploration.))

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“I am very…stranger,” the figure says quietly, gloved fingers playing over each other. “I think I am strangerer than you…yes.” It looks at you, neck flicking again at inhuman speeds. There is nothing behind the eyeholes except darkness, and a sense of wrongness pierces its…

The figure notices your pain and retreats a little, head bobbing uncertainly. “What is the wrong matter?” it murmurs. “Are you in hurt? That’s awful.” It steps closer again. “Let me help you.”

The pain increases horribly. Something warm began to flow down my inner nostrils. “A-Are you causing this?!” my Old wounds, all of them, seemed to be open once more. It hurt.

The masked…thing moves closer, so close that you could easily kick the feet out from under it and put a fist through its face and stamp on its ribcage until the brittle, birdlike bones snap and the lungs burst, and that thought never even occurs to you because it’s going to be your friend and you need a friend right now, because suddenly you are on the floor and the whirring dentist’s drill has become a screaming buzzsaw and there is something warm and wet running down your face and out of your ears, too thick to be just tears, and your wrists and feet are drumming on the ground, doing a strange frantic dance as the Stranger’s figure looms over you. “I don’t know…” it says quietly, dreamlike. “Maybe you can tell me. Maybe you can help me find that. Maybe I’ll ask you to help me find that. I’ll say please and thank you,” it whispers. “I’ll be very polite. I’ll be very gentle, when I make friends to you.”

Tenebris, Swordsman: ((RP1, cont.))

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“I am very…stranger,” the figure says quietly, gloved fingers playing over each other. “I think I am strangerer than you…yes.” It looks at you, neck flicking again at inhuman speeds. There is nothing behind the eyeholes except darkness, and a sense of wrongness pierces its…

The figure notices your pain and retreats a little, head bobbing uncertainly. “What is the wrong matter?” it murmurs. “Are you in hurt? That’s awful.” It steps closer again. “Let me help you.”

((RP1, cont.))

"I am very…stranger," the figure says quietly, gloved fingers playing over each other. "I think I am strangerer than you…yes." It looks at you, neck flicking again at inhuman speeds. There is nothing behind the eyeholes except darkness, and a sense of wrongness pierces its whirring drill behind your eyes.

It steps closer, and the pain becomes hard to ignore. “If I had some friends maybe they would tell me who what I am…”

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Sss…What is this mood you speak of? There are the bad and the good like people and other people? Do you mean sad?

When I am sad lonely sorrowful I like to think consider my friends. Friends make me feel better happier.

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