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[nospaceofregret]

Boss Battle

Fury was what drove her. Burning, single-minded fury, twisted into uncontrollable form by the lingering touch of a monster. All of her objections were eaten up by the force of it, and she hurled herself to the end of her tether, clawed her way past it, reached with every spark of her being for the strange swirls of energy around the Chalk Spire. 

She reached out to touch it, and then--she was gone. 

Or, no. 

She was. . . somewhere else. 

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[nospaceofregret]

The problem, Sara reflected, wasn’t that she didn’t know where she was, but rather that no one seemed to have heard of Night Vale or Desert Bluffs. The cities were on no map. The few times she managed access to a computer, her internet searches pulled up absolutely nothing. And she couldn’t, for the death of her, remember how she’d made it to Desert Bluffs the first time around.

And so, three weeks and many cities later, she was still no closer to getting home than she’d been before. But at least she’d been learning. Her perceptions and memory deteriorated quickly if she let herself float about on the wind, but if she possessed someone, she found herself clear-minded and well-grounded. Possession was like pushing the reset button on her small, ghostly existence, and she wondered why she’d ever been against it. It was good for her.

So she traveled, hopping from one person to the next, careful not to take any one of them too far lest she find herself caught in a missing-persons hunt. It was getting easier and easier to simply push aside the person already residing in each head.

But of course, she hadn’t taken possession of someone who already had company. Not until just this moment, that is.

Instead of the easy transition as she settled into the young man waiting for his bus, she felt extremely crowded. She allowed herself only the briefest moment of confusion before confronting the other presence in his head--one which was all too familiar.

‘You.’

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[sheriffofthesecretpolice]

fuckin' nerd (805 according to Jim and Sara both if you're up for it?~)

Jim

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : Fucking bastards. a strange thought my muse has about yours : Shoulda trapped them in kazoo hell again before I murdered the shit out of them. a thread/plot i’d like for our muses :  ((Waaaay down the line, Jim putting them in a little, contained something or other and keeping them as a pet/to remind himself that he’s stronger than they are and they can’t hurt him anymore. Occasionally taking them out to mock them.))

Sara

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : I’m going to find you and tear you to pieces until you are utterly and completely destroyed. a strange thought my muse has about yours : They wanted me to be like them. Maybe I should have taken them up on that. Because if I can’t kill them, the next best thing would be to spend all eternity thwarting them. a thread/plot i’d like for our muses :  ((Any time these jerks bump into each other delights me. Can’t wait for ‘oh no we’re possessing the same person’ and however that plays out~))

[themathisoncollective]

If Jim snapped again? 805 would be... well, they'd probably still be a 1, because they're never going to get the message.

((Ahahahaha.))

[eviltrifecta]

Peace In The Holy Land

It was a hot, sunny day in Desert Bluffs when Jim arrived at the Strexcorp Prime headquarters. It was almost nice to be back in the area of his hometown, but the sun was a bit too bright for his eyes. As he exited his vehicle, he tugged his hood up over his head.

“Alright, come on.”

From the passenger seat came a reluctant, whining whirr. Jim rolled his eyes and tapped his shoulder impatiently. “Now.”

After a moment’s more hesitation, Sheila fluttered out the door to perch in her habitual place. She held her wings close to her body, and her antennae flat, the very picture of misery.

And with that settled, Jim locked his car and casually walked inside.

A brief scan of the lobby, and he picked out who he thought was probably something like a receptionist. He approached them and said, “Hi. I’m here to see 805.”

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[nospaceofregret]

thestrexfiles

Even after what you did to me, I’d still have joined you if not for what you did to Jim.

[dark-owl-lucy]

thestrexfiles

I wish that poor old bugger was the only instance of you left.  I wish the rest of you would just disappear into the ether and leave us all the zarking hell alone.  I know you won’t do that because you’re collectively a desperate coward that’s too proud to admit you’re afraid of disappearing into the ether just like everyone else.

but at least that human instance of you has the guts to actually face that fact and admit it.

thestrexfiles

[dark-owl-lucy]

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