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[unsoldiered]

Hey. I, uh... I know things went fucking crazy for a while there.

[Well, this isn't an easy post. But then... He knows he's gotta at least throw it out there. Heather's missing (god, please don't be dead, please don't be dead), and Murphy's hurt and Anne's probably freaking out for his well-being. So. He's gonna just get it over with. Sure, he'll probably get some pretty bad replies, but honestly? He's already fucked up anyway. Got some nasty injuries from some of those fights and he's not planning on leaving the room until the jump happens. Or at least, he'll try not to leave the room. We'll see how that pans out.

He runs a hand through his hair. If Heather had caused this, then... Keeping everyone focused elsewhere would be good. And if it's not her? Then hell, it probably is him, or something. He did piss off two whole towns in one swoop.

His voice is raw, hoarse from the miserable time the last week's unleashed.]

Listen.

The place you were at—I've been there before. Back home. It's was a bunch of supernatural bullshit that might be from a place called Silent Hill. I... used to live next door to it, in the neighboring town. Came back home after a few years and walked right into an empty Shepherd's Glen and some secret cult and their weird mystic shit... Almost didn't make it out of there myself. A pact broken with my town caused everything there to turn into what you just went through now. The otherworlds, the monsters, the puzzles, everything.

... I don't know how it got here. I don't honestly know. Hell, I don't even know most of what happened to where I used to live. But I do know that it was from my world, right the fuck next door, wherever the hell my world is supposed to be out in space. There's nothing I can do to change that, and I'm sorry. I wish I knew how all of this even went the way it did. But if there's anything I can tell you about it, I'll do my best. There's not a lot I even understand, but you deserve at least that much.

[A breath. His chest feels tight. What else can he even do? He drops his face in his hands, sighing.]

... Being in the dark wouldn't be fair to any of you. I'm—

I'm really sorry.

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voice;

[showbizpanache]

Can I come see you?

voice;

[unsoldiered]

[He hesitates, but... he was familiar with Kurt—it'd be okay, wouldn't it?]

Yeah. Yeah, you definitely can.

anonymous text;

[chiroptophobic]

You almost talk about it like it's sentient. Is it?

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[unsoldiered]

honestly? I really think so. something about that place has a life of its own

it's like it knows you inside and out, when it takes you. everything that makes you.

maybe it's not the same as a person, or even a ghost, but it's something

[text]

[yardbird]

[Yeah, don't expect voice or video from Murphy anytime soon. He's almost too fucked up for typing, but it's a much easier alternative for him than anything else.]

You shouldn't have to apologize for everything.

[text]

[unsoldiered]

[Oh, hey, Murphy. How's the bedrest treating you? He's trying to be humored at first, but by the time he hits the last bit, he's just so damn tired.]

i apologize on behalf of my fucked up place full of cultists and supernatural towns


what else can I really do?

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[ringbearer]

[ frodo appears on the screen, visible circles under pale skin, blue eyes shadowed. so this is the burden that alex carried. ]

Alex. I should like to speak with you in person, if I may.

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[unsoldiered]

[Another person he's alright with meeting? Works for him.

He winces, though, because moving around right now is a big fat chore fulla' pain.]

Yeah... I wouldn't mind meeting. Where to?

[voice]

[fuckinghysterical]

Why are you sorry? Eheh? It's not like you knew that this shit was going to happen here.

[voice]

[unsoldiered]

No, I didn't, but... I can't do much else.

[He clears his throat. If there were ever a time to sound like shit, it would be after a trip to that world.]

Can't help but feel like shit over it.

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[walksonrooftops]

Does it have to do with devils?

[He skips the introductions and jumps right into the questions now, because that's the first thing that came to mind when Alex mentioned "weird mystic shit" and "cults". Devil-worship. A moment later, he realizes that he's not being as informative as he could be, so he explains further, or tries to.

He's not here to blame anyone. He just wants to know.]

I mean, with powers and things like that. Things that aren't really like us, and that people want to bring into our world. So they can get things they want. But they have strange powers that can hurt people very badly.

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[unsoldiered]

Yeah. Or maybe more along the lines of spirits that got out of control. Someone from my world brought something into it they never should have.

[Which isn't a total lie here. Heather had a big part in it, but Silent Hill... well, it's always had something... different about it. The pact happened long before Alessa or Heather, after all. Which is one of the reasons why he can't really blame Heather anyway, even if he wanted to.]

They messed with fire, and they lost out. But... I'm afraid I don't know a whole lot of how it all began, since it was way before anyone could ever remember.

[He shakes his head.]

Sorry. I hope I'm making sense. I'm still kinda... reeling from a lot of this. I lot of stuff I dealt with was a small piece in a big puzzle.

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[dirtyword]

...At least you explained, bo. That's the best you can do if it wasn't you that brought it.

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[unsoldiered]

Well. Couldn't just sit around with my mouth shut when all these people were hurting for a little honesty. Even if it's not much, it's hopefully something worth listening to.

action all up on 008;

[handelaar]

[It didn't really matter that the blame was shifted upon whatever the hell Silent Hill was (he'd heard the phrase, or locale, whatever - continued to ignore it) - before, it didn't matter if it was thrust upon this new kid. The fact was that this kid knew way too much, sounded way too young, maybe didn't know what was even going on - even if he did, Netherlands didn't want to risk it.

Didn't even want to risk it over the network. Face to face, then.


A very, very irate series of knocks met Alex's door. The kind of knocks that promised more.]

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[unsoldiered]

[Seriously?

He rolls over in his bed, grunting, trying his damnedest to ignore it. Because unless someone calls him and tells him its them, he's not so sure he wants to answer any doors. It could very well be a big dude ready to shove him into some walls, right?

But then it continues.

And continues.

And eventually Alex just braces himself for impact and staggers out of bed. He considers getting his gun, putting it in between his waistband and belt. No. It's under the pillow if he really needs it. The fillet knife Annie had left him is on his small table; he could get to that, too, if he needed to. Well. His self-preservation isn't at its best, but it... never really has been.]

He opens the door.

For some reason, he kinda' expects this to go poorly. Huh.]

text;

[puppydogeyes]

Sometimes things follow people here.
Sometimes it's just random shit.
Don't blame yourself.

text;

[unsoldiered]

Yeah

I_



thanks. I just... Even if I would've done anything to keep it from showing here, I wouldn't blame people for getting pissed about it all. I just wanted to give some kind of answer other than 'it's a mystery', yknow?

voice;

[gothchicklit]

[ All of this just sort of pisses October off - she could so easily blame him for pulling it here, even if he didn't realize it - but she's going to try to keep her temper in check. She knows first hand that just because someone mistakenly does something that brings hell down on everyone around them doesn't mean they deserve to be yelled at. She's just a little freaked out by the whole thing. (And she only found herself lost in the fog.) ]

Any chance you can explain the "mystic shit" in a little more depth? Or the cult itself? Anything that'll actually tell us how this all started back home for you? [ Maybe there's a connection, maybe not, but October feels better knowing details like that. ]

voice;

[unsoldiered]

... The place I came from had a town with a weird cult. It messed with things beyond their power and basically fucked things up for a lot of people who ended up there through the years. The place looks normal for a lot of people, but for some visitors, it turns into... that. What everyone saw here.

[He pauses. This isn't easy, but--]

I had no clue, but... my parents were apart of this cult. Basically, I came home to Shepherd's Glen--it's uh, right next to Silent Hill--and found the entire place like the Tranquility was. Fog, monsters, missing people...

Apparently, Silent Hill likes to pull this shit. Has been for a long time. But... It's not always for the same reason, I think.

[willpunchfaces]

You're saying what happened - everything we just went through - that was your fault?

[unsoldiered]

... I don't know. All I know is it's something from where I'd came from. Just before I came here, I was stuck there. Just barely got out before I arrived.

voice;

[redhotsummers]

It isn't your fault.

I mean--probably not.

[It's hard for Alex to give comfort--because he is the type to blame himself, too.]

voice;

[unsoldiered]

[He can't help but half-laugh at that. It's hoarse and pathetic, though, so it's really not much.]

You're a pro at making someone feel better.

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[abrahamic]

was any of it actually real?

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[unsoldiered]

... I really believe it is, yeah. sometimes there are things in the place that aren't real.

people you meet there sometimes aren't really there at all. friends and family, enemies... sometimes you hallucinate, realize something's not there. but the actual place? it's real.

separated from the normal 'world', but real.

Like... another reality. a fucked up one.

voice;

[growling]

How real is it? Do things ever carry over when you leave? You know - injuries, diseases.

[ Josh isn't particularly interested in making the guy feel better, just needs some answers. He's actually playing nice - there are a few unkind things he could be saying right about now. ]

voice;

[unsoldiered]

Yeah, injuries can carry over, or they can just go away. Depends on the situation, I guess... Diseases, not so much; I wouldn't know a circumstance where that would ever matter.

But it's as real as anything can be. It's just not in the same... place as the usual reality. If that makes any sense.

It's more like its own entity... that drags you off to its own little bubble.

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[entrapments]

Hey come on now, it's not like that whole thing was your fault.

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[unsoldiered]

No... Maybe not. But I can still apologize for how shitty everything got, right?

voice;

[scamp]

[He doesn't sound calm, not in the slightest. But at least he's trying.]

What made it go away?

voice;

[unsoldiered]

Might sound crazy but... it probably decided when it wanted to leave on its own. Maybe we all did what it wanted us to do. [He rubs his temple with his hand.] It's pretty fucked up like that. Like it wants people to go through the worst things it can conjure up.

[video] I am always so late forgive me

[savethebullshit]

I'm glad you're okay.

[it's a small courtesy before she cuts to the chase. She was pretty worried about he and Heather, after all. And Murphy, after they lost track of each other, but she'll deal with that when she comes to it.

It doesn't take long for her to be all business, and she's watching him with a look that's not quite judgmental, but can't be described as tender, either]

You've been to Silent Hill.

[it's not a question, but a statement, and she's quiet a moment more before she continues]

And you... saw things?

[video] don't sweat it, brah

[unsoldiered]

[... oh hi anne]

That's right. I've seen a lot from Silent Hill. Before I showed up here... I was there.

Everything seemed over, but I guess that's not really the case.