In-Group Out-Group Bias
Meridian
local liminal entity
This oneshot involves a loose pov of experiencing delusions brought on by psionic causes.
All three are gonna of these are gonna be along the lines of horror theme-wise, and I'm doing my best to tag them appropriately.
Feel free to let me know if something else would have been a better tag
🛑 Content Warning 🛑
Mild xenophobia, murder ideation
🛑 Content Warning 🛑
It had been a pretty good cook all things considered when they'd made camp. He could down some pretty big cognions caught grazing while on a traipse, but cooking? Being stranded out in the void had some ways of reminding him of his homeplanet.. as he always needed someone else on a hunting trip to cook what he caught without burning the best parts.
Only problem with it was that he was still adjusting to.. well just about everything about it.
VerdanDeLyon wasn't a monospecial demiplane in makeup, but he could easily be accused of being a stranger to the myriad species of the void. It had been what.. a couple weeks? That slime chick who'd been showing him around had found someone who could play "navigeer" for the newfound trio while she was doing the 'seer' shit, and as it turned out it was pretty good at the role of a trail quartermaster as well.
What bothered him was that it just didn't fit in.
At least to him, he thought as they trudged through the marshes. The water was tinged red like blood, but the air smelled sweet.. he wouldn't be surprised if when they got back and he touched his boots they'd be sticky. The shit looked less the consistency of blood (and wasn't warm from what he could feel through the boots), and more like what results when you try and make fake blood at home.
That was probably what it was from the smell... but that's... that's a lot of fake blood since it's as far as he could see around him.
What she'd said a couple weeks back was "If you were in a videogame I'd just say that" when he'd asked about shit like this.
So sure, maybe it did fit in with all the weird shit he found himself putting up with... but this 'new friend' shined like it had a carapace along its body... and he knew from how it shined back that it was definitely made of metal... but it ate.
Always asked him to look the other way or let it do that in private, and sure he'd let go, but that wasn't normal.
The whole time he'd known it... he'd never seen its head connect to its neck. Always floating just out of reach, but it clearly was supposed to connect. Sure it tapered but that was a fucking neck, animals have necks.
The slime chick was an amoeboid colony or something right, or she'd somehow turned her (probably human, he hadn't asked, who knows maybe she was an elf first) body into that slime gunk.
He was a primate.
And this thing? Aliens didn't have to fit into taxonomies, and he knew this.
It still annoyed him.
Same went for the magnetic field power shit it tried to explain away what questions he had for it to answer... at least until it looked uncomfortable.
It always seemed afraid of actually getting into a fight.
As it lead the way the moonlight caught the edges along it's pentagonal pyramid body, and he could swear there was a gap.
If it couldn't stop him, the thought came, he could just rush it. Bowl it over, unsheathe his hunting knife, and pry open the seams to see how it worked on the inside.
Learning about any animal was done through dissection sooner or later, and all of us were animals when it came down to it-
It had turned around.. for the least part, but also what mattered. Its body was still facing their route, but its head had spun about to face him, and was saying something from the way it's head flapped open and close...
"Are you hearing me?" It said, clank-clanks happening as it's hinged jaws closed back again, "Declan, do you feel alright?"
He answered with a frustration in his voice with little need to think further before he said aloud, "What color comes out when you bleed?"
That trio of eyes tilted back to widen at him, "Something has gone.. awry.."
His hand went to where his knife had been sheathed on his belt, "Yeah.. and I'm wondering if all this is really worth not working retail.."
The knife wouldn't come free, as if held in place, as he heard it say "I'm sure you're wondering a lot right now. That is the problem."
"Like you wouldn't do the same to me-"
"In the right mind I would not." It said, and it spun its head about to sweep, "We are alone, yes, but how long will that last? Do you have any idea what follows when you act on those thoughts?"
His breath hitched as he wondered if it had been reading his thoughts the whole time.
"I won't blame you." It said, all three bead-like eyes locked on him, "We are within the sway of something horrid, and whatever misgivings you may have are that much worse for it.. and I can promise you that you will only feel worse if you succeed." And it raised one of its three legs to take another step across the marsh, "If you can control your impulses long enough for us to break free, I'm sure Lysojenni can explain to you.." it waved its disembodied metal hands about as if to gesture to whatever the fuck it was on about, "Look. Just. Keep moving, and start thinking about why you feel this way."
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Mild xenophobia, murder ideation
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All three are gonna of these are gonna be along the lines of horror theme-wise, and I'm doing my best to tag them appropriately.
Feel free to let me know if something else would have been a better tag
🛑 Content Warning 🛑
Mild xenophobia, murder ideation
🛑 Content Warning 🛑
It had been a pretty good cook all things considered when they'd made camp. He could down some pretty big cognions caught grazing while on a traipse, but cooking? Being stranded out in the void had some ways of reminding him of his homeplanet.. as he always needed someone else on a hunting trip to cook what he caught without burning the best parts.
Only problem with it was that he was still adjusting to.. well just about everything about it.
VerdanDeLyon wasn't a monospecial demiplane in makeup, but he could easily be accused of being a stranger to the myriad species of the void. It had been what.. a couple weeks? That slime chick who'd been showing him around had found someone who could play "navigeer" for the newfound trio while she was doing the 'seer' shit, and as it turned out it was pretty good at the role of a trail quartermaster as well.
What bothered him was that it just didn't fit in.
At least to him, he thought as they trudged through the marshes. The water was tinged red like blood, but the air smelled sweet.. he wouldn't be surprised if when they got back and he touched his boots they'd be sticky. The shit looked less the consistency of blood (and wasn't warm from what he could feel through the boots), and more like what results when you try and make fake blood at home.
That was probably what it was from the smell... but that's... that's a lot of fake blood since it's as far as he could see around him.
What she'd said a couple weeks back was "If you were in a videogame I'd just say that" when he'd asked about shit like this.
So sure, maybe it did fit in with all the weird shit he found himself putting up with... but this 'new friend' shined like it had a carapace along its body... and he knew from how it shined back that it was definitely made of metal... but it ate.
Always asked him to look the other way or let it do that in private, and sure he'd let go, but that wasn't normal.
The whole time he'd known it... he'd never seen its head connect to its neck. Always floating just out of reach, but it clearly was supposed to connect. Sure it tapered but that was a fucking neck, animals have necks.
The slime chick was an amoeboid colony or something right, or she'd somehow turned her (probably human, he hadn't asked, who knows maybe she was an elf first) body into that slime gunk.
He was a primate.
And this thing? Aliens didn't have to fit into taxonomies, and he knew this.
It still annoyed him.
Same went for the magnetic field power shit it tried to explain away what questions he had for it to answer... at least until it looked uncomfortable.
It always seemed afraid of actually getting into a fight.
As it lead the way the moonlight caught the edges along it's pentagonal pyramid body, and he could swear there was a gap.
If it couldn't stop him, the thought came, he could just rush it. Bowl it over, unsheathe his hunting knife, and pry open the seams to see how it worked on the inside.
Learning about any animal was done through dissection sooner or later, and all of us were animals when it came down to it-
It had turned around.. for the least part, but also what mattered. Its body was still facing their route, but its head had spun about to face him, and was saying something from the way it's head flapped open and close...
"Are you hearing me?" It said, clank-clanks happening as it's hinged jaws closed back again, "Declan, do you feel alright?"
He answered with a frustration in his voice with little need to think further before he said aloud, "What color comes out when you bleed?"
That trio of eyes tilted back to widen at him, "Something has gone.. awry.."
His hand went to where his knife had been sheathed on his belt, "Yeah.. and I'm wondering if all this is really worth not working retail.."
The knife wouldn't come free, as if held in place, as he heard it say "I'm sure you're wondering a lot right now. That is the problem."
"Like you wouldn't do the same to me-"
"In the right mind I would not." It said, and it spun its head about to sweep, "We are alone, yes, but how long will that last? Do you have any idea what follows when you act on those thoughts?"
His breath hitched as he wondered if it had been reading his thoughts the whole time.
"I won't blame you." It said, all three bead-like eyes locked on him, "We are within the sway of something horrid, and whatever misgivings you may have are that much worse for it.. and I can promise you that you will only feel worse if you succeed." And it raised one of its three legs to take another step across the marsh, "If you can control your impulses long enough for us to break free, I'm sure Lysojenni can explain to you.." it waved its disembodied metal hands about as if to gesture to whatever the fuck it was on about, "Look. Just. Keep moving, and start thinking about why you feel this way."
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Mild xenophobia, murder ideation
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