to: everyone

[restingstitchface]

Everyone. There has been nothing convenient about entertaining a few of our divine friends these past months. At this point, I believe some of them meddle in our lives on purpose. But you know how these beings are. Loving, violent and above all selfish. But their conduct should never be mistaken as good or bad.

Do you want the opinion of a professional? It’s human.

Of course, when I examine our delusions about being divine, and remember my mortal origins, it motivates me to question where they come from.

Were they once human like us?

In any case, I would like to remind you that your memories will take you by surprise. Not today. Nor tomorrow. But someday you will recall more about who you were, and perhaps find you cannot stand it. And whether that happens today or tomorrow, take a seat and have a drink, and try not to take yourself too seriously.

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[restingstitchface]

𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓈. 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝟤𝟢𝟢𝟧, 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇? 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝒾𝒹𝑒𝒶 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃.

[Perhaps he is lying and just wants to hear Julie explain 4chan. Who knows?]

[princessvegas]

Um. Okay, in old people terms, it would be like... if he had one public blog, but then other secret blogs behind the scenes he only tells certain people about. Usually cause either you either want to shoot the shit or cause you want to talk shit about people without them knowing.

My point is that he's from somewhere with social media AND enough of the same culture to mine, at least, to pull poses that specific. And my world's culture was mostly the same as a bunch of other people's.

Wait, did your world have 9/11? Are you still sad about it?

[restingstitchface]

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝑒. 𝐿𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓈𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒢𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓂 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉.

[Does he understand what she means? Perhaps. Perhaps not. But he would deflect in either case.]

𝑅𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝐼 𝓊𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓎. 𝒯𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓇𝓈. 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓋𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓊𝓇𝓈. 𝒪𝓇, 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓀 𝑜𝒻 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 "𝑜𝓁𝒹", 𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝑒𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 "𝒻𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓇𝓈".

[princessvegas]

[ There is a bit of a pause here, slightly longer than usual when mind-texting with Julie. ]

So you think he's gay and that's his deal?

[restingstitchface]

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉 𝒾𝓉. 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉. 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝓌𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓁𝓀 𝒾𝓉 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃.

[princessvegas]

The point is that Umbvaghr was, at some point, from some version of our world, and not that far off our times. I guess he could have been something other than human, depending on the world, but he did NOT start off as a god on a different psychic plane or whatever.

[restingstitchface]

𝒩𝑜𝓌, 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝓊𝓈 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝒹𝒾𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓃𝒹.

[Needless to say, he remembers her coming to his couch to talk, all the way down in the depths.]

𝐼 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓂𝑒.

[What are your feelings, huh?]

[princessvegas]

I'm not gonna play your weird little game, Crane. You know where I stand.

You're the one who asked the question, were they once human like us? And I'm telling you yes, at least Umbvaghr was. Because he knows human culture, from a time that people can vouch for.

[restingstitchface]

[He ignores her venom and indulges himself in a discussion of theory.]

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝒷𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈, 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝑔𝓃𝒾𝓏𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃 𝓅𝓈𝓎𝒸𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑜𝑔𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝐻𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝓊𝓃𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝑔𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 𝒶 𝓌𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃 𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒾𝓃; 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒹𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝒹𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹. 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒶𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒.

[Solvunn, Thorne or the Free Cities.]

𝑅𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒹𝓈 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒿𝑜𝓀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒿𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝓅𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓈, 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁.

[princessvegas]

Well, wasn't it like thousands of years ago, and the first High Mage who summoned people got kicked out of Thorne and started Solvunn? So I think it was just Thorne and then like, maybe the Fey or the vampires and weres. But I don't know why it would really matter. I didn't feel "Free Cities"-y in the thing. Did you?

[restingstitchface]

𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁, 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒, 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝐼?

[Nonsense. Both know he embraces nothing except work: that is the joke. But after centuries he is willing to share certain opinions, like how he was willing to share his skills and knowledge.

Truth is, he could have offered his insight anywhere, and he did. He recalls that conclave hidden against the coast, the village where he was worshipped and admired by a cult of followers. All living inside the Free Cities but apart of it.

What keeps him confined here, anyway?]