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Nia's Journal
With Powerful Silence
Talking is Hard
“…”
”Why would you ever click a random link like that!?”
”…”
”You could’ve gotten hurt. More Importantly I could’ve gotten hurt!”
”…”
”I know you didn’t know what a link was or what it would do but that’s no excuse. As long as I’m stuck in your head don’t go doing things without asking.”
”…”
”Honestly you should be thanking me. I sooooo saved you from that weird mind controlling mirror thingy.”
”…”
”And did you see those people? I know gamers aren’t the most fashionable but who wakes up and throws on a clown getup?”
”…”
”At least the other two were closer to normal. The girl was pretty sweet besides the terrifying weapon. That little… thing was pretty cute too.”
”…”
”We should like, totally draw a smiley face on your crown so people know I’m up here. No offence to you but I would be way better at dealing with people.”
”…”
”Maybe we could just work on your people skills instead. How about instead of hiding in a corner or under a bed, you actually have a conversation! People aren’t as weird as you think they are. I’m sure you’d get along fine with them… okay you probably wouldn’t but I’m sick of being alone all the time. I need social interaction!”
”…”
”What I really need is a drink, a long bath, and a casino but at this point I’ll take whatever I can get.”
”…”
”You really should’ve asked that girl how she gets such a natural looking dye. My pink looks better of course but it fades from how I like it so fast. Hopefully we’ll run into her again. I’m sure you’d hate that hehe.”
”…Thanks.”
”What was that?”
”…”
”Oh no you don’t, I heard that! You were thanking me for saving you weren’t you? I guess even a girl like you can feel things every now and then. Keep this up and I could even mistake you for a person.”
”…”
“And it was no problem. Looking out for each other is the least we can do.”
“…Yeah.”
The Whale's Song
Fear
Queen’s quiet. Said she was gonna sleep after all the excitement. I don’t think she can do that while in my head. Guess she’s just trying to give me some space. Space to do… whatever this is right now. Saying all this out loud feels silly. She claims it’s good for me. That I should write it down somewhere. Like I even know how to write. Guess that just leaves me here, talking to myself, like I’m insane.
Back when I first became me, talking felt wrong. A sensation my body wasn’t built for. But, the more I do it, the easier it gets. The more natural it feels.
Feels.
I felt… strongly today. It was new. Experiencing such visceral terror. Why did I feel that way? Queen has no idea either. When I’m threatened with death by a knife wielding paranoid, I don’t feel that way. Yet, being stuck? Trapped? I couldn’t-
I couldn’t handle that.
And that, causes real fear. The parts of my being that rejected what I was turned into are weakening. I don’t think I like that. Losing everything I was…
I’m getting off topic.
It’s quite funny how little interest I find in other people. Despite her many attempts, Queen has yet to make them sound appealing. And my experiences here didn’t help that case. I don’t have any animosity towards them. In fact, some of them were even quite helpful. Saving me from harm and creating openings to attack. However, it’s hard to imagine wanting to be around them any longer than necessary.
I do… have some strange guilt. Queen is clearly restless. Humans need interaction with each other. I’m not much of that for her. I suppose I’ll have to come up with some excuse to… socialize.
Heh, doing something I’m not interested in for the sake of someone else. How very human of me.
Charlatans
“Unsettling are the days in which everyone is an expert.”
― Criss Jami
Nowadays you can't go a day without some phony prophet trying to peddle their wares to you.
Driven by the increased interest in the supernatural, charlatans from palm readers to televangelists are everywhere. And while the vast majority of witches, psychics, magicians, hypnotists, cures, potions, faith healers, and clairvoyants are complete fakes, they do make a living.
As the saying goes, "it's easier for an actor to make it in alternative medicine than Hollywood."
Most people scoff at these clearly-phony supernatural services, yet those same people often buy into at least one scam.
The most dangerous charlatans are the self-styled monster hunters who carry a mall-ninja arsenal and guns with silver bullets. Most have never encountered anything supernatural and do absolutely nothing besides burn some sage and patrol the area for a night or two. Even so, those who are superstitious, fearful, or desperate enough will hire them to solve the problems they simply don't understand. In some cases with disastrous results.
For Contractors, charlatans are red herrings and obstacles. Clumsy fakes that conjure a smokescreen of misinformation and escalate the situations they're in.