thedevilwhorose | [Abraxas] Inbox

No. Ḭ̷̛̜̟̟̃̈̋̂̓͑͒͐̕'̶͎̜̉̽̈̽͆̇͌̚͠͝m̵̢̛̛͔̗̪͙̪̎͑̈́̇̈̋̏̽ͅ ̵͔̠̯̪̙̋͗̅͆̚w̴̘̘̳̗̯̙̏̎̈́̅͌͂̂̚͝͝a̵̧̨͇̬͓̩̥̲̱͈̿͜͠ţ̵͇͍͉̪͙̖̝͔̐̐͜c̸̨̨̢̨̢͓͈̙̹̘͎̓h̵̙̻͔̥̉̾̾͒͋̓̏̽͘͠ỉ̶̧̗͎͎̙̗͔̜̿̽͑͗͐̚̕̚ņ̷̫͚̰̣̗͉͈͑́̌́̆̆̀͌̍̐̕g̴̢̛̖̙͂̀͝ ̷̨̧̢̛̮͖̪̠̺̬̬͊̈́̇̂͌͂̊͠ö̵̡͙͎͇̲͔͕̩͇͈́̂͌͠ű̵̫̦͚͎͓̝̼̤̉̔t̵̢͍̟̮̪̱̠̓͐̽͑̔ ̷̖̍f̵̨̙̘͓̪͍̝̥͉͕̽͌͌͋́̎͆͌ǫ̴̨̨̮̮͚͈̝̞̭̇͜r̵̛͉̣̈́̈́̍̇̃͊̔͐͊̋ the kids.

Don't talk to them, I'm h̶̺͉̠͈͔̼͈̟͖͔̀a̴̲̬͊̽̃̊n̸̨̞̬̝͔̘͕͍͇̟͒̒͑̇́̒̃́̅͠͝ḑ̵̢̢̲͔̥̫̺̺̿͋̀̾͐͑ͅͅļ̷̡͔͉͓̫͉̑̃̔ǐ̷̢̫͇̂n̴̡̧̘̹̝͍͚͖̝̪̜̋̇̓̈̊̀́ǵ̶̖̰͚̭͇̼̫͛̆͆͜ ̷̨̨͇̻̖̝̘̲̭͋͑̎͛̂́̈́̑͋i̵̖̻͚̘̘̙̽͌̈́̔ͅt̷̩̪̘̟̗̙̹͔͆͌͆̉͜.

[ He's trying to protect Lucifer from panicking if he talks to the kids while they're infected. There is nothing any of them can do right now. ]

Lucifer i̷̙͈̤̜̞̥͎̜͓͐́͛f̴͇̍̓̽͝ ̵̨̲͔̻̫͘ͅȈ̴̦͎͙̹̰́̄̆̉͊͊́̕͜͝ ̷̯͇̖̹͔̞͍̺͔̉̆̃͜͝ḑ̸̰̤͖̞̙̉o̶̡͈̗̤̲̝̟̺̗͆̒͆̈́͂̀͘͝n̵͉̣̙͚̯͉͖̳̖̉̄͋͆͑̀͝'̴̖̩̖̬͚͓̝̟̂̊͆̔̎͝͠ṭ̸̖͉̫̖̠̄̏̉ͅ make it, thank you, and p̶̨̡̧̖̼̟̼͙̫͒̄ͅḽ̸̢͙́͆͂̔̆̔e̶͔̞͈̒̀̏͌͌̈́̅̎̈́͌̎ȧ̴̠̗̥̠̞͍̫̮̜̍̈́̇̾̿̾̓̕͜͜͝š̵̡̱͔͖̞͚ë̷̝̈̆̓͘͝ ̴̰̫̞͐̀̆͂̿͌̐l̵̡̬̗̅͊͋̀̾͘ǫ̴̰̜̜̺̫̲̜̣̟̓ȯ̶̟̾̀̾̍͑̈́̅͑͂͝k̶̡͍̗͈̱͐̄̉͐̾ ̷̧̡͎̼͎̝͎̈̃̿̃̊̄̃̚o̷̳͈̣̤͓͆̏̈́̿̈̚u̵̥̫͓͋̚͘ͅt̶̢̲̫̩̗̍̈ for Yennefer.

[He can interpret that last sentence easily enough even with the gaps and frankly: Istredd can go fuck himself.

So he ignores that.]

What about the kids?

I'm H A N D L IN G it.

[ He has to focus hard on every letter for that one because otherwise, it might cause some concern. And it should, since he couldn't stop the kids from being taken, but whatever happens, he'll do his best for them. ]

Others k̷͔̜̈́i̷̖̯̓̆l̸̠̐̈́l̴̜̉̃i̷͉̼̓̎n̵̢̡͗g̴̘̍ monsters in here. That's good.

[ It means less monsters to try and murder the rest of them, and it means there are some fighters in there, if that reassures Lucifer. ]

You okay?

I'm fine.

[he'd really like to throttle Istredd right about now, but that would likely require going to the Horizon, if Istredd can even do that anymore]

Ẅ̢̪͓́̂ͨ́̀͗͂͆͢͢͝͡ĥ̷̢͓̬̽ͨ̀́͐̇ͦ͢ǫ̴̷͔͍͚͕̟͇̟͙̱̈́̀́̓̇̊ͅͅ'͍̖̱ͦ͐ͤ͑͛́ͬ͞_̙̻ͨs͇ h̶̢̠̩̜̻̼͔ͫ̊̊̊ͬ̓̎̔̆̏ͯͤ͟ǎ̷̛̰̟̳̥̖ͬ̐ͥ̌̾̆͗̒̐̀̍̕͝͡ṋ̸̷̳̪̹̫͎̭͙̹͚͇͎͕ͯ̐͗ͪͥ̃ͪ̉̑ͤ̄̀͛͜͝d͖͚̪̣̼̰̯̖͗̈́͗͊͆ͥ͟͡_l͍̲͕̘̩͔̦͓͐ͭ͒ͧͥ̔̈͠͡͝î̲̗͉̞̝̭̥̭̖̲̰͈ͮ́̍̅͌̈́̆ͧ͐̍̃̕͘͘͜͠n̶g̵͓̈́̔͘ y̺̬̮̮ͨ̚͘͜ö̶̵̦̝́͑ͥ͑͑̄ͧͮ͑͊͋͜͢u̶̶̧͈̙̱̬̯͆ͩͪ̓̔͜?̧̧̛͖̘̝̱̯͉̜̟͔̝̣̭̃̋͆ͬ͐̋ͭͬͤ̅͘͘͢͠͡

[like he's sure it didn't make it, or he just needs to emphasize it THAT MUCH because clearly he should have said something sooner about it]

Who's handling you?

[ Istredd hasn't been able to go back to the Horizon since his talk with Nat, which was quick but informative. It's near impossible now with everyone drugged up and in bad places. He is constantly on edge and afraid if not for people, but of people. He has minimum one-shot power abilities at best and he's trying to look out for the other people from Thorne, but the reality is, he's not a fighter. He can't actually protect any of them.]

I am handling me too.

[ And because he's weak. ]

Ī̷̞ ̷͔̻̿̕m̷͉̬͗͘i̷̓͒͝ͅs̵̞̳͓̚s̵̨̼͑ ̷̧̻̝́͠y̵̜̘̘̾̇̈ö̶̜̫̼̈́͝ú̶̡̠̻̃.̷̭͂͘

Bulls̴̤̱͍̰̘̟̤̱̝̰̠̹̫̲͈̉͗̀̽ͨ̽́́̔ͭ̔̀̏̇̀̆̚̕͢͟͝h̰͎ͧ́̀̋̓͟͡͠i̸̷̢̢̢̞̞̹͖͚̠̩̳̲̬̱̲̥͕̰ͣ͊͌ͥ̃ͧͯ͛̊̉̓̀̽͂͆̃ͤ̓̃̓̓̀̀͂͑t̷̴̤̼͉̭̫̗̗̥̣͍̥͔́͐̀ͯͣ̈ͤ̿ͨͨ̇ͫͭ̐̔ͩͫ̚̚̕͟.

[it's likely beneficial that he only caught the first part of Istredd's response, but then really his own is still fitting either way.]

Stronger than you t̴̳̘̒͘͠ẖ̶̊̒̀ï̶̤̺n̷̺̦̆̀̓k̸̖̙̈́͆̂.

[ An echo of a conversation they've had, but honestly, Istredd isn't sure he believes it now. It hit his ego before, being underestimated, but he's never felt more weak and helpless than in this situation. So this is more him being petulant than anything else. ]

Prove it, then.

T R Y I N G.

Ì̸̵̱̞̩͇̩͕̹͍̀̉̑ͪͭͯ̐̽̚ ḫ̴̳͎̭̊̕͠_̭͖̗̥͍͇̪̐̃̆̇̓̅͛͘͟͠ͅà̸̧̢̛̘̳̟̯͎̺̬̗̾̌ͬ̾̉͑̆́ͥ̐ͮ̓̀̑̾ͭ̍̏͛͘͘̕t̶̳̙̗̝̝ͣ̐̀ͮ̋̑͜͟͠e̟̙̜̮͍̜̟͓ͬ̄ͩͧ̿̇̀͘͡_̨͙̬̮̰̺ͤ̓̆ͤ̀ y̲̗̘͉̘̞̘̪̽̇̉̈́͂͆ͥ̕͘o͚̜͎̱̤̞̐̒̔̋̃_̙͖ͧͮų̵̶̨̨͈̭̜ͪͨ̒̆̈ͤ̌́̊̋̍̑̉̽̕͘͜͢.

[ You don't. ]

I m̷̢̨̜͖͚͖̹̼̑͂̊̏͜e̴̛͕͎̜̒͗̔̀͌̅̍̃̚ẗ̶̛̬̖̺̗̞̬̪͎̟͓̩́͂̉̌̈̋͌̆̅͊͘ ̵̧̡̗̤̝̤̪̻̜͍̖͊̍̑́͆̕ă̸̡͈̙̣̪̝̬͎̯͕̰̏̓͝ telepathic vampire.

[He never did understand the appeal of that kid's game Mad Libs.

Talked to? Slept with? Ate? Saw?

Probably not important anyway.]

What's with the vampire influx lately, I wonder.

Better them than mushroom people.

Not t̴̡̧̫̓̈́ō̸̳͈̰u̶̙̿c̷̜͓̓͜ḩ̸̪̽̆̅i̵͎͂̔̀n̴͎̈́g̷͔̓̎ ̸͖͌a̵͇̖̼̋͘ mushroom for a century at least.

I'm one of the only people not taken for t̷̛̤́̓h̷̖̹̍͑̕͠ḛ̷͛̂̈́͠ ̸̪͕̯̋̃͠r̶̹͓̉͛i̵̲̯̔t̷̡̰̝̉u̸̼͒͑͝ą̶͍́l̶̡͔̙̍͋͋̔ͅ. Alone.

[Mushroom people?]

One of? Who else i̴̲͙̟̩͔̣͙͕̝͚͙ͨ̍ͨͪͯ́͋́̔̉̊̅̚͜͡s̩̣̯̗͚̘̠̼̠͊̂ͦ̆̌͌ͦ̆̽́͜͟͠ l̨̙̼̘̝̠̟̹ͥͧͣ͋ͥ̐̓̈́̓͟e_̴̶̢̠͙͉̗͈̙̤͍̣͚͇̣̔͋ͫͣ͒̑̇̑̃ͥ̚̚͢͝f̛͍͚̱̝͕̩̩̖̬̜̜ͦ̎ͮͫ̓ͭ̈́ͤ̊̍̄͆͘̕̕͟͢͢͡t̷̶̸̬̞̻̜̱̜͚̝̺ͧͨ̌͑̓̀̀͊̀̍ͩ̅̕͜͠?̵̧̨̨̧̛͕̯̺̲̪̳̥̱͚̫ͬͣ̉̋̉̽͒̓̀̈́ͅ

Caitlyn, from Free Cities.

We're looking for escape, can't wait m̶̛̙̹̲̓u̷̹͌c̴͔̙͍͋̀͝h̴̺͍͘ ̶͔̀l̸̙̼̥͋̄ò̸̺͑̐ņ̷̬̺̇͂͑̀ͅg̸͔͇͔̱̿ė̷̡̳̮͌͊ȑ̸̬̙̪̬̽̀.

Shrines may help, may not.

[She'd been another one using the Horizon Reply All 'feature' like Wilhelm, clearly meaning it for just one person.]

Adversarial behaviors b̵̨̨̛̻̩̟̜̝̠̻̓̿̓͌ͫ̈̕ȩ̸̡̛̟̟͍̤̙̞̲̊̊̓ͣ͌̽͊ͧͪͦ̚͜͟_́t̼̂́w̡̜̭͔̤̞̥̫̙̦͇̲̥͌́́ͤ̔e̼̼̟̖̮ͨ̈́̌͝e̷̵̵̯͉̹̩̻̗̾ͫ̓̊̃ͫͥ̎́̕͟͢n̛͕̝̂ͤ̓̑͠_͉̙͙̐ͨ̈́͢͢ the factions seems to have been pushed to the side f̷̴̴̧̧̮̦̼͚̜̖̬̣͕̘͕̦͙̊͐͛̑̐̆͒͑ͯ̓ͪ̋ͯ͆ͦ̃̕͜͜͞͞o̩̘̰͖ͦ͂ͦ͜ṙ͇͚̰̓͜͢ ţ̴̜̦͉̰͉̜́͊͗͗̾̇ͮͧ̊̀̔͋̔͑̓͟͡͡h̸̶̨̢̛͓̬̯̝̋ͨ̈͛ͫ́e̡̮̺̤̙̎ͩ͜ ti͉m̴̰̘̻̞̦̩͕͕̺ͯ̌͛ͪ͐̃͋͒́́̔͞͠͝͞ȩ̶̷̥͚̪̠̘̝̙̞͕̼͕̒̀̓ͤ̑̑̃́̓͋̉̄́͘͟͝͠͝͠ b̢̦̹̝̀̾_͗̒͟e̷̥̞̜͕̩͕̤̟̗͔̠̠̦̓̓ͮͩ̆̈́̇ͯ͑̔̂ͮ̚͟͟͡i̴̢̡̟͈͍̥̩͇̟̻̲̫͓̬̜ͬ̑̈͊̄͋̐̿̃̓́́ͬ̆́̕͢͜͡͝n̷͙̹͔͉̝̰̬̗̆̽͜͟͟͞g͚̭̔͜.

[That's probably the closest he'll come to saying anything optimistic.]

I suspected that would happen.

[ Hey is he going to take a tiny sliver of pleasure at being right? Always. Even now. Mostly because the rest of him feels awful. ]

I know ẃ̵͎̠̟͠h̵͇͍̀̈͆̌ỳ̵̖͖̏͑ ̷̫̓́͂̔y̷̨͉͕̫̏̇o̴̦̒̆́u̴͙͈̓̍͘ ̷̩͖̇̄̑͂w̷̛̠̆̚ỏ̴̧̟̳͌n̶̜̟̫͕̄'̵̙̈͐t̴͙͈́͜ͅ be at the Horizon but I wish y̸͇̜̔ͅo̸͕͈͙͊͑̕u̶̲͑ ̴̹̾̈́w̶͓͙͑ȏ̶̡̜̅̕ư̸͙̐ͅl̷̻̹̈́̆̄d̶͖͍̪̽̂́̾.

Look â̢̖̰̦̟̹͍̿ͦ͐ͨ͡t̶͈̘̩ͬ̄̀͐̆ͬ̀ͪ̉̀̔ y̨̺͕̘̘̪̙̲͉̩̦͍͚ͫͤ̊ͯ̆ͭ̂ͥ̉͘̚̚͝͝ͅo̵̸̰͕̞̥̙̤͇ͬ̎͗͌ͬ͐̐͋̈͒ͥ́̍͐͊ȗ̸͇̯̰̲̺́͌ͧ͞ͅ, being right.

[He'll even say it. You're welcome, friend.]

I don't have ẗ̶̵̨̨̛̺͉̣̫̥͙̟̺̮͉̮̯͕̀̇̏̃ͯ͋̇̅̂́ͮ̚̕̚͢͟͢͡î͈̗͔̮̟͕̓ͩ͘m̶̧̮̹͕̗̮̖͓͋ͣ̀̋̌̅ͪͨͫ̇̋̾ͭ͛̈́̄ͤ͊̄̅͌̔͟͜e̸̢̨̛̖͎̣͔̼̠̦͕̰͈͍͎̮̠̫̩̖͖͍͕̲ͬ̾ͥͣ́͋͂̄̂̏̋́̽̾ͅ t̡̛̰̲͍̪̳̾́̽̋ơ̸̢̬̙͓̻̝̘̰̟̈̅ͭ̓ͤ̽ͩ̃̀ͣ͌͑̀̓̀͂͜͝ b̵̵̷̧͖̘̰̣̝͚͍͈̩̦̰̤͓̟̟̉̅ͮ͆̅̂̔͌̀̓͂̾ͫͧͯ̀ͪ̃ͧ͜ͅe_̶̧̨̛̟̻̰̩̤̤̬̬͍̣̫̄ͦ͛ͣͤͮ̀͗́̽ͤͮͣ͆̓̅̃̌͐̊͘̕͢͠͠ i̧̨̻͚͗̌̄͂͒͌̕ṅ̼̫͈̏ͦ̃͒̽ͬ̊̈́ͣ͝ t̗_̴̸̧̨̘͔̦̟͉̦͔̬̜̤̰̝͓͌ͤͥ̎ͫ̈́̃̅ͩ́̀ͦ͝ḣ̸̸̛̭̪͗̆̿͐̇ͨ̊̓̈́͢͞e̷̼͈ͧ͐͛ͦ͘ H̴̡̰̯̱̟̟͔̲̹̑ͫͪ̂̐̾̊̑̉͋̇o̵̢̨̺̻͉̜͙̞̩̔̄ͭ̏ͧͮ̒̇͆ͧͣͬ̚͟͠r̷̦̘̠͔͔̈́̾͒ͣͧͬ̆̇͌͠ĩ̵̝̻͈ͩ̉͌ͣ̃ͩ̽̈͘͜͟ͅz̡̢͕̬̙̲͉̻͓̤̦̈̍̈́͋ͤ̽̊́ͨͫ̈́ͮ̃͑̚͘͜͟͢͝͠͝ͅ_͉̦̀ͪͨ͟ǭ̰͡n̡͔̮̻̬̓̀̕ͅ.̷̧̨̛̛̱̠̥̗͈̼̱̖̔̀̈̄̌ͤͯͣͧ͆̆ͩ̒ͦ̌ͬ̔ͫ͢͡_̻̖͟.

Everyone's too f̵̹̋ũ̶̬c̶̘͓̯͐̕͠k̷̢̲͗͜e̷̻͍̺̓̓̎͠d̵̬͂̑̈́͑ ̶̍ͅu̸̹̯͆̌p̸̖̈́ mentally to appreciate my rightness.

[ He sighs, disappointed despite knowing better. ]

Bulls̶̢̛̻͔͋͐h̸̠̱̎̓į̶̬̝̰̒t̴̬͍͊̐̀̌ͅ.

[ There, right back at him. ]

Weird, didn't catch that.

B U L L S H I T

that's you

No signal, can't compute. Tzzzt. Static.

Hello? Hello! H̞̭͕͍̦͇̝͍ͪ̆̂ͤͩ̔ͦͦ̅͘e̢̛̯̲̥̣̖̳̘̐̒ͫ͆̂̆̄̑̊́̕l̵̷͉͈̮̻̗͈̤̹̱͖̝̅̉̇ͦ̀̄̔̉̏̊ͯ̽ͅḽ̵̺̞͎̤̮͆ͧ̂̉̽͌̃͛͐ͫ̈ͧ̀̑̚͢͟͠o̵̟̞͍̼̣͔͉͚͕̳̐͗̀̔͐̇̾̈̅ͬ͑̓ͭ͘͟ͅ_̉?

[ HOW ARE YOU STILL AMUSING HIM EVEN IN THIS INSANE SITUATION? ]

I hate you.

I know.

That's not the response.

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