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Who: Anybody
When: Day 123, late afternoon
Where: Shrine room
What: An intro post!

[Today in the shrine room, an androgynous person in their late teens sits up with a gasp and immediately begins, well, mumbling to themself. You can pick up things like 'gone' and 'really' and 'alive?' and 'candy wrappers'.

Though if you come close their red eyes will quickly and nervously flick to meet yours.]

((OOC: Notes for the spiritually sensitive/psychics))

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...Convenience...?

From some twist of fate or loose thread of the world, they plucked what was nearby to save. There seems to be no special reason any of us were brought. No destiny.

I don't... believe in destiny anyway.

Really? What a privilege.

Yeah, it's a privilege. Maybe even wilful ignorance. But how else can I drive myself forward?

I beg to differ. Those of us with destinies burdened prior drove ourselves forward in many ways! But the point is long gone now, as my point is there is none here. If there was, the possessors are long dead.

Sorry, I didn't mean -- It's my own situation I'm talking about.

So things are, uh, very different for you?

No need for apologies. And I am a very special revival. What is different for me is likely quite dull for others. Like movement, and breathing!

No... those are interesting. [voice sounds a little different?]

[blinks, and tilts his head...]

Really. That is rare.

Well, humans get used to them too early to remember.

I may forget it is a grace if I am granted with years more to my life. But it is easy to remember again if they are taken away.

How did it become so unfamiliar to you?

I was swallowed living by an old man with an insatiable appetite, unable to live or die in his stone stomach. I know not how long I spent there, nor do I have any way of knowing. But it was long enough to steal the familiarity of freedom away.

Wow.

That sounds interesting.

I mean, in a terrible way.

And that isn't even the ending. Forbid my story from ever being boring. It is mine, after all.

You, I believe, also have a story.

Is it a story...?

[quiet for a moment as if, idk, having some kind of internal debate]

There are two of us. This is her body. Hi.

Two! That's why your air suddenly changed. I was just recently living in a situation such as yours! Though we were not sharing so equally as you. However did that happen?

It's a long story...

[slow headtilt, then their head jerks upright again]

He doesn't have a human body of his own. He was living in some objects and -- er, a corpse, actually, but they got destroyed, so I offered him a place to stay.

[his expression softens considerably.]

You must be very beloved to him.

A-ah, I ... um...

...Yes, Elli's very important to me.

Do you both trade so consistently?

Usually she talks when she's trying to pass for, um. Normal, I guess. But otherwise, yes. Well, it's only one body and one set of vocal chords.

Your body language is entirely different. You seemmm maladjusted.