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[danzan]

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[retrorsum]

Describe them.

( she keeps searching, a slight frown on her expression. after her... mishap in the hospital she'd kept herself out of trouble for a little bit, reading what she could rather than diving into danger. research was a strength of hers )

[danzan]

The families or the beasts?

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The beasts.

( sorry, logan, she's not a people person. and it sounds like you've got the families covered )

[danzan]

They all looked different. [ And he's seen... far too many in the span of thirty or so days. ] You'll have to be specific.

The biggest one? Smelliest one? The one that beat me up most?

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I'd be more concerned with that last one than their sizes.

( big beast didn't necessarily mean dangerous beast. she didn't always look that dangerous and then... well, he knew how that went )

[danzan]

All right. [ He finds another bottle, this one of pills, and though he might not know what they do, he keeps them as well. ]

It sucked my soul out of my body.

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( she turns to look at him, search abandoned, expression concerned )

How?

[danzan]

I don't know how it works. [ He barely knows how his fucking phone works, for one thing. ] I just know the creature had me slammed into the ground, opened its mouth, and breathed in deep.

And my soul... a lot lighter than I thought it'd be, actually, came outta my chest.

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( river looks appropriately disturbed by that. there aren't many things that terrify or disturb her but this has managed to be one of them )

You got it back somehow.

[danzan]

Yeah, blind fucking luck. [ Logan's trying to make it sound like it didn't shake him as much as it actually did.

Chances are he's not doing a bang-up job of it. ]

It was like losing my life and my memory at the same time. Nothing flashed behind my eyes because there weren't any memories to hang onto.

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( there's a sigh. river doesn't quite know what to say -- she's died before but something like this? all of her memories had been intact, or at least the ones that the silents hadn't removed. her head had been fucked with a long time ago )

If only staying away from them was such an easy thing.

( no doubt they were still out there )

[danzan]

Least not all of them are soul-suckers.

[ One last bottle, and that's all he has space for in his pockets. God damn it. ]

...I should've brought a bag.

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Use my pockets.

( and whilst they didn't look very useful, women's pockets never were, she's managed to stash far more than should be possible in them. advanced physics is wonderful )

Though if there are creatures here that can do that it makes me wonder what else there is.

[danzan]

Nothing good. [ Logan takes the bottle he'd kept in his pocket, sparing it a look, and then hands it over to River with a raised brow. It occurs to him that she'd been scavenging the whole time... he wants to see her slip this bottle in with all the rest, curious how it'd work (and if there'd be any clinking sounds). ]

Sometimes the monsters don't even look like monsters. First one I saw looked just like a little boy.

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( she was expecting him to be dubious about her pockets considering the only decent ones were in her jacket. river takes the bottle from him, tucking it into the top right pocket inside her jacket, looking at what else is close to him )

And those that we saw.

( the first monsters that they'd seen -- a girl, dolls. anything seemed to wish to kill them )

Nightmares are real.

[danzan]

[ So it just fits in perfectly... convenient. ]

If you believe this place is a dream, then yeah. Nightmares're real. [ He picks up one last thing-- an antibiotic that helps with sepsis. Logan's not good at medicines, but he knows this one intimately. It'd saved lives out on the battlefield.

He gives it to River for safekeeping. ]

Dream logic ain't good for me. You know the moon's been off for two months now? [ He shakes his head. ] Fucks with my instincts more than anything else.

[ And he's an animal who relies heavily on them. ]

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You don't need to believe in dreams to believe in nightmares.

( although her delivery is very casual there's a hint to it that says how serious she believes in this. she was raised in nightmares, incredibly literally. there was no reason why she wouldn't believe it.

speaking of instincts, though the moon itself hadn't affected river there was something else here that was playing with her own senses )

But I've noticed something similar. I don't have an explanation yet but something is missing or blocked here.

[danzan]

[ Logan raises a brow, turning to look at her. The terms are all vague enough that he has no idea what she's talking about for the most part. Not that he really knows what anyone's talking about, he supposes... ] You mean it's a feeling you get?

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I meant about this place-- ( there were many things wrong with this place whether or not it was a dream ) --but yes.

( river pauses again, ignoring what else may still be around them for the time being, stepping closer to him )

It's like a sense. I usually know exactly where I am -- the location, the time. Like coordinates.

[danzan]

[ Okay, that's not too farfetched a power. Supernavigation isn't the weirdest thing he's heard of.

He cocks his head to the side. ]

And you're sayin' this place ain't anywhere?

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I've been to Nowhere.

( no, really, there was a place called nowhere )

Even at the end of the universe I could feel something, when time and space were collapsing. I think something is stopping me from knowing.

[danzan]

[ Of course there's a place called Nowhere. This is the kind of shit Logan's too much of a dumbass to get. ]

Well... [ He lifts a hand, scritching lightly at the beard on his jaw. ] It might be the same thing that's fucking with everyone's powers.

This town ain't very kind about letting us know anything, you know.

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How many people has this happened to?

( she knew he was more than just human from his claws but what else was there, and who else was there that could do something else? )

[danzan]

I couldn't tell you the number. [ It's not like Logan makes it a habit to talk to literally everyone. (Even if, technically, his network of people is a lot bigger than he ever thought it would be.) ]

But I heal... or at least, I did it automatically. Now I gotta think about it, and any wounds I get are moved to anyone who might be nearby. I also have a friend who can control gravitational fields, manipulate metal-- and now he can barely do anything. People who can fly can't leave this town, either-- there're other people, other powers, and it's just a whole clusterfuck.

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( he was a lot more forthcoming than river had expected -- about himself, about others. it makes river pause, thinking about that information and then about her own )

I'm not entirely human. ( it was just something that she was but something she rarely talked about. people assumed she was human based on her appearance and whilst they weren't exactly wrong she didn't feel the need to correct them ) As far as I know that sense is the only thing that's different.

( though things like her telepathy she didn't often use and from what she could tell he was speaking english. she hadn't found any texts to see if that had been affected )