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[painweaver-blog]

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Those eyes of hers were bizarre. First glance had given thought to contacts and then body modification. The perpetual hum which underlied ever living human’s presence within a span to her felt no differently than it had for anyone else, so it made enough sense to be true. After all, what were the other alternatives in a believable span? None of which she could name.

“Someone is likely to call the police on you walking around with eyes like that,” Vanessa hummed whimsically. In truth, she found such...creepy eyes a nice, unique take on personal style(if that was was it was)-albiet rather young for unconventional use. And were it for some sort of play or role? A party perhaps? Well good for her. Her head often spun with thoughts of all sorts in casual passing, never silent. Never contented. “Unconventionality is frightening to the thoughtless.”

[huntrcsss]

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     “Excuse me ? Do you know which direction is the diner ? I’m a bit lost.”

Lies - there’s rumor of a baddie in town, & though she’s uncertain of where to go, Theo has no problem in asking every person around where whatever place is she thinks of next.

[theratinthewalls]

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They visit in their dreams?

Perhaps the easiest way to decipher the words. Words that were neither spoken allowed nor capable of being spoken by mortal tongues. Respect, reverence, terror-- Sysyphyx was trained well by what it was lead to believe was their favored child. The terror, of course, not of Azathoth itself... But what it would mean were the being awake.

Of course... Reality did, at that moment, remain intact, didn't it?