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[mordredeschain]

*Mordred has discovered the Sign and has a question to ask.* Have ya ever had the sort o' day where ya wished the universe would just end already? If so, how did ya deal with it?

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[mordredeschain]

The kas-ka Gan. Speakers for God. Facilitators o' reality. Storytellers, may it do ya.

[museicalmarty]

"Ooooooh -- right, the writers," Marty says, nodding. "Sorry, just never heard that name for 'em before. . .but yeah, they can be real jerks. You just don't realize it sometimes until you meet the people they're writing about." Like running into Jeannie and her family and getting a better view of just how screwed up the DC comics universe was for everybody.

[mordredeschain]

You didn't, perhaps. My world be written by Stephen King.

[museicalmarty]

"Stephen -- the guy who wrote Carrie and The Shining and Cujo?" Marty winces. "Okay, yeah, no wonder your world's so screwed up."

[mordredeschain]

I’ve a smallish part, but tis still a small bit o’ his magnum opus.

[museicalmarty]

"I would say you probably would have done better in one of his short stories, but--" Marty shrugs. "Guy's a horror writer. You were doomed from the moment he decided he wanted to write your world. Sucks -- I'm sorry."

[mordredeschain]

*He nods.* I looked in the library here. He's not a bad writer, an' I'd not say he created us in any case. He strengthened us, gave us connections, but the process goes both ways.

He was kind, in his way, when he spoke o' me. Look, if you would. Here sits a baby with blood streaking his fair skin. Here sits a baby weeping his silent, eerie tears. Here sits a baby that knows both too much and too little, and although we must keep our fingers away from his mouth (he snaps, this one; snaps like a baby crocodile), we are allowed to pity him a little.

[museicalmarty]

"Wouldn't be -- well, okay, maybe he would be famous if he was a bad writer, but I don't think he'd have buckets of money from it," Marty corrects himself. "And that's an interesting way of looking at it -- what do you think you did to him on his end?"

He nods slowly. "Poetic. I guess he liked you. I mean, as a character, anyway, and it still sucks what happened to you, but. . .something?" He shrugs. "This sort of thing is always weird for me."

[mordredeschain]

We existed; without us there would be no story. For surely all tales be true somewhere. *A small, somewhat rueful smile.* Even if he was able ta add in helpful things here an' there.

I wish ever-so that folken felt such for me when it was actually o' use, but I'll take what I can get.

[museicalmarty]

"Good point," Marty says, smiling back. "And yeah, if the Nexus has taught me nothing else, it's taught me that. Certainly makes reading a book or watching a movie a bit of a weird experience, knowing I could someday meet the main characters."

He grimaces a little. "Yeah. . .that's all you can do, sometimes."

[mordredeschain]

Better than meetin' the villains, aye? *It's said rather bitterly, for poor mad Mordred was no hero.*

[museicalmarty]

Marty blinks, then snorts. "Uh -- not exactly. . .Jokester and Jeannie used to be the villains before their universe collapsed. And while I admit I wouldn't exactly want to run into the Joker and Harley Quinn here, them as they are now? They're pretty nice people. Hell, you just told me you're part-spider and part-demon, and I'm still talking to you."

[mordredeschain]

Say true, say thankya. I’m just not used ta such, ya kennit?

I don’t suppose you would like ta see the spider, would ya?

[museicalmarty]

"I can bet," Marty says with a sympathetic nod.

He blinks at the offer. "Um. . .great, now you've got me curious," he admits with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. "Okay, yeah, sure." He's read some Stephen King before. He thinks he can take it.

[mordredeschain]

*There's a flash of Red light, leaving skin as dark as night in its wake. Long spider legs burst from his sides. His face slides back, revealing that of a spider. In a couple of seconds a monstrous thing sits where Mordred was--and bows.* (Tada.)

[museicalmarty]

. . .Okay. Okay then. Reminds him rather unpleasantly of how things were never what they seemed in Faerie, but he's not running away screaming, and that's the important thing. "Wow."

[mordredeschain]

*He shifts back with another Red flash and smiles.* 'Wow' is about right, aye. I'm used ta it, mind thee, but havin' eight long legs an' strong is still quite pleasant.

[museicalmarty]

"Yeah, I bet," Marty agrees, rubbing the back of his head. "I'm kinda stuck with small and squishy. Though it's what I'm used to, so. . ." Even if being a spider has advantages, he likes being human. (Though he won't say no to walking on walls, as his interest in the output of a certain vending machine in the past proved.)

[mordredeschain]

Bein’ what you’re used ta has its advantages, aye.

[museicalmarty]

"Yeah. . .on that subject, it happens a lot less these days, but this place has some magical stuff called 'LOLs' that pop up from time to time. A lot of them change you in some way -- there's been a camera that can make you younger, older, or invisible, and sodas that can let you walk on walls or turn you into a robot. They're mostly harmless, and some of them are cool -- like the wall-walking soda -- but if you don't like that sort of thing, keep an eye out for random objects or food just lying around."

[mordredeschain]

I tend ta be suspicious o' most things, sai. Survival trait, ya kennit? So I'm not apt ta play with random things.

[museicalmarty]

"Yeah, okay, fair enough," Marty says, smiling a little. "Just letting you know just in case. Sometimes it isn't obvious -- I've heard a story or two about the place getting gassed with something that makes you see your worst fear. Never happened while we've been coming, thank God, but still."

[mordredeschain]

I'm not afraid o' much, sai. What I do fear's not the sort o' thing ya can see, either. How does one hallucinate a-lack-of-food, say, or never-findin'-friends?

[museicalmarty]

"Yeah, I bet you aren't," Marty says, thinking about the spider form. "And -- well, I dunno. Being skeletally skinny? Locked in a dark room all alone?" He shrugs. "Like I said, never happened while I've been coming, and hopefully it never will. I don't think I want to see this place get creative with worst fears." Not when he still has nightmares of Arcadia years on.

[mordredeschain]

Anyone as tries such a thing on me will get bitten. *Mordred licks his lips at the mere thought.* I know there be folken as would try it, and I know that folken as do try it will have their eyes plucked out an' their tongues ripped free.

*For a moment his gaze flicks around the other's face. Then he forces himself to look away with a wince.* Cry thy pardon if I frighten ya, sai. It's just that ya look good enough ta eat . . .