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@peculiar-archives
I’m peculiar. I’m not roleplaying. I don’t know if it’s called being peculiar because I don’t know if the books are real. I do know my abilities are real. I’d really like to know if this is a role-play account?
this is unfortunately a roleplay account, I’m sorry to get back so late. However if you want to talk, you can DM me. Please stay safe.
Davina Paradise at her graduation parade, taken 1944
Otto Rieger, the lion-faced boy. Taken 1985.
My old friends and I as kids. From left to right: Miss Kea, me, Miss Caracara, Miss Sandpiper
Wilhemine Müller, peculiar girl, standing outside her loop entrance. Taken 1892.
Below is a letter I received several years ago, and recently rediscovered in my drawers, dated 1711:
Ms. Starling,
I’ve come upon something most intriguing. Attached are photos relating to the mysterious events, and I hope that after reading, you could respond to me with advice. I’m rather at a loss.
I appear to have forgotten my manners. My apologies, here is an introduction if you’ve not heard of me. My name is Ms. Iryna Petrel, and I am currently in charge of a loop in Crete, Greece. We reside in a manor, which has since been destroyed through an arson, committed four days after I began the loop. As I and my wards have made a home here continually since November fourteenth, 1711, I’ve had many traveling peculiars stop here as not to age forward. Some famous, many simply looking for a place to stay and rest. It’s been almost two hundred years (In actuality, it has been one-hundred-and-ninety-nine years and three-hundred-and-thirty-five days since the loops beginning), and the most trouble I’ve encountered was a group of peculiar raiders. That is, until now.
Early yesterday morning, four peculiars entered my loop. They carried the body of another, very obviously deceased girl. The rest had sustained major injuries. At first, when I’d seen them enter our loop (The signal for entry is rather bright, and happens to be outside of my bedroom window), my thought was that they’d want me to save her. Even from two stories, it was clear that she’d suffered much damage to her stomach, nearly her entire body being drenched in blood.
Their injuries were much worse in person than they appeared from the window. Upon running across the the manor to reach them, it was clear that they were in urgent need of medical assistance. I showed them to the west wing of the house, which is our teaching and medicine area. I then awoke three of my wards who excel in medicine, and the peculiars told me their story.
The three living were Georgia (appeared 23, true age 26), Xenia (appeared 11, true age 112), and Chrysanthos (appeared 17, true age unknown, assumed to be just under 190). The dead peculiar’s name was Artemis (appeared 9, true age 12). They had fled here from a loop in Cyprus, which had only been open for around three years. Xenia and Chrysanthos had been forced to flee from two previous loops, the second of which they were in together for over 70 years. Chrysanthos referred to Xenia as his younger sister, and was very concerned about her safety for the whole time they were in the medical wing. Georgia and Artemis were siblings from Cyprus who decided it was safer to reside in a loop than out in the open, risking Coerlfolc discovering and possibly killing them. By the time my wards had healed them appropriately, it was well into the morning, and I could hear a large collection of my wards waiting outside of the door to the medic room. I told them to come in, and the other fourty-two wards in my protection walked through the door. Since it could not do to to have them all in a singular room lacking much ventilation, I took my wards (as well as the three new arrivals), into the garden. Georgia required a chair to sit on, as whenever her bare skin touched plant life, it would grow up to ten times its original size. She apologized profusely for this, explaining that she couldn’t control it when she was stressed.
The three peculiars began to tell their story. I’d advise reading this outside of the company of any wards, as it is rather violent, and I would not like to be responsible for traumatizing anyone under your protection. I’ve written this part with help from Chrysanthos, so I missed no details.
They had lived in a loop in Cyprus for three years, led by Ms. Chukar. It was a small loop, occurring in a hotel basement just outside of Georgia’s village. Ms. Chukar was a young ymbryne, but a very powerful one nonetheless. On one night, she welcomed in a man who claimed to be an echolocator. He claimed to be named Jonathan, although, it could easily be a falsehood. His eyes were blank, so we all assumed it was true, and he was simply blind. He came with a gun, claiming that he needed to protect himself on his travels. He stayed for two days and became quite a favorite of the younger children, with a quiet and kind demeanor. That made it even more startling when he turned his gun at Ms. Chukar and fired on his second dinner in the loop. She fell out of her chair, assumed to be dead. There were sixteen peculiars (including Ms. Chukar) in the loop at that time. In my panic to leave, five other shots were fired. There is every reason to believe they were lethal, as only ten of us left from the only exit of the basement. They all attempted to leave the loop, scattering in many directions. The man walked casually towards the entrance to the loop, shooting two more wards in the process. None of them, outside of Chrysanthos and Artemis had peculiarities that would help with combat, so Artemis stayed behind to buy the rest of them time, while Chrysanthos protected the main group. She used her ability to create winds up to 150 km/hr to keep him pressed against a wall while we left the loop. On the other end, there was a sort of monster that waited for us. It was invisible for ten seconds, until it grabbed two wards with two long tongues, and ate them in one horrible bite. It looked like a rotting grey corpse, with loose skin folds, and oversized eyes. It moved using three monstrous tongues, and it had teeth that appeared over 25 cm long. It managed to eat almost all of the peculiars, only two (Georgia and Chrysanthos) making it back into the loop, even though we’d sustained injuries. We’d made it back through to see the man with white eyes slash Artemis’ stomach with a knife, him finally having overcome her miniature hurricane.
The next paragraph is entirely written by Chrysanthos, as I (Ms. Petrel) know how difficult it is to put one’s own peculiarity through the words of someone else.
After Artemis had fallen, held by her sister on the rock, I did something that I’d never known I was able to do. My abilities normally extended to simply telekinesis and in the past few years, I’d discovered that I was able to turn quantities of a certain matter into another - a piece of metal into the same amount of water - but only with intense concentration. I, in a state of panic, instinctively pushed the man to the ground. I held his arms above his head, and power rush through me. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I felt the blood rushing through his body. There was a small cut on the back of his hand from where I’d pushed him down, and that was enough. I turned all of the blood in his body into stone. His mouth was frozen in a pained scream, and his eyes wide in terror. I’d no idea I could do that. I fell off his body. I was picked up by Xenia, who was yelling at us that we needed to go. Apparently, another one of us (who’s name I will not disclose out of respect for the dead, but I was very close with him romantically) had gone through the loop entrance again, dying, and told Xenia what happened. Xenia had a fight with Artemis earlier that day, and was too angry to attend dinner, but ran downstairs after she’d heard gunfire, fearing the worst. Artemis was still alive, but barely. Georgia carried her to a boat that we had, and Xenia piloted us towards Cyprus. We made it here in under five minutes, thanks to Artemis. It was this effort that killed her. We all stepped off of the boat, in shock, and found the loop, thanks to Xenia’s ability to sense other peculiars and loops, amongst other things navigational.
I (Ms. Petrel), am writing again. I beg for your assistance in future endeavors and advice with how do deal with the new arrivals. Xenia says that she can sense two of them from the loop on Cyprus alive, and I am going to travel there. While I am gone, my loop will be maintained by Ms. Phoebe Spoonbill, an injured ymbryne currently under my care until she is able to find a group large enough to start a loop. If I am injured and unable to return, she will be in charge of my loop. I will report to you with any changes.
Please advise,
Ms. Iryna Petrel
P.S. - Attatched are some images that Georgia brought with her.
I - The loop entry in Cyprus, with a normal light flash
II - The strange light occurance in the hallway when the man entered, very abnormal
III - A picture taken of the hotel where the loop was
IV - A closer look at the hotel room where the man was rumored to stay during the day. Dark prints on the side wall are most likely blood
V - An unknown room, from the hotel, picture found on the dead man
Graduation photos, taken 1932
I have received another letter from some of my old ymbryne classmates. I have been late to create a transcript due to Miss Sandpipers condemnable penmanship. I truly think she should be introduced to the 20th century invention of the mechanical pencil. Written Jan 3, 2023.
@ollibeuu This is a very good transcription! To answer your question, we have been asking ourselves this question for ages. I do remember, that she tended to typewrite her schoolpapers, which I’m sure contributed.
A note- “Anhilles” is “Archives” (I gather this from the context). The intro is also “Dear Adderyn/Addie”, as that’s my name.
I have received another letter from some of my old ymbryne classmates. I have been late to create a transcript due to Miss Sandpipers condemnable penmanship. I truly think she should be introduced to the 20th century invention of the mechanical pencil. Written Jan 3, 2023.
Reminder: This is a safe space for all peculiar children whom aren’t in a loop or have a safe place to go to. If you have questions, about being a peculiar, ymbrynes, etc my asks are always open.
A man floats several feet above the lawn. Taken 1914.
Miss Swan, a friend of mine, used to pull a stunt in her teen years of transforming into her bird form and pecking and squawking at you whenever she didn’t get her way. We are all very glad that she dropped that habit at fifteen. Taken 1934.
Renee Harbour, and her Tiger, Gaston, who she communicated telepathically with. When told originally she could not bring him to a loop in Canada, she decided to stay with him, living to the age of 69 in Vancouver. A month before her death, worried neighbors had called the police, who found Gaston, and took him away, shooting him dead when he attacked them in protection of Renee. After that, the Canadian Ymbryne Council passed a motion ensuring that “dangerous” animals could be accommodated in loops. Taken 1973.
Choko Suzuki had butterflies living inside her stomach, similar to Hugh Apistan. The phrase “butterflies in your stomach” was banned upon her arrival at her loop in 1912, for sensitivity issues. Taken 1932.
Wanda Komarov, telekinetic. 1912.
Tara Sheen, a plant communicator (left), and her best friend, Augustus (right). Taken 1872.
Chloe Louis, waking up from one of her prophetic dreams. Taken 1942.