sirenspull | voice; around 11 pm

[The first thing you hear is a rush of labored breath. Whoever's posting clearly is having some- issues.]

Hi. [Issues indeed. She sounds shaky.] Uh- I wouldn't do this as a post, but the nurses are only giving me about ninety seconds before I go into surgery. I just- have some thoughts.

Uh.

A lot of people are getting attacked by this weird Darkness monster- it's. [Loud breath.] A regular monster, no wings or ooze, but it's incredibly strong. It's durable, it's- not normal.

There's something wrong about it. I don't know what, but-

-a list of people attacked. We need to organize. There has to be a pattern.

I can talk about this later. In the mean time, any stories anybody has about this monster, I'd appreciate it.

[There is already a post and a list being made, but Mary is word vomiting a little here. She had to beg the nurses for a second to contact her family, and wound up braindumping about the monster out of her demented sense of obligation to the entire world all at once. Oops.

Also, all replies will come IC-ly several hours later.]

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It is, yes. Though one I take no mind in doing.

I see.

Do you?

I do, yes. If I did not, I would not say I do.

[Raphael's jaw loosens a bit, the muscles around his eyes soften.]

You may be surprised how often others say they understand, when they do not.

I am not like others.

_{[Which should be clearly obvious to Raphael if he pays attention to the feed. The golden tail fin in the background as she props herself on a rock is just as real as the rest of her.]}

I am the only one of my kind here. I am not surprised.

Edited 2012-10-24 07:44 (UTC)

[He is paying attention.]

I have not seen one of your kind in some time.

You know of what I am? Of my kind?

_{[It's different when one says they've seen her kind before, rather thank simply heard stories. In all honesty, it's a bit exciting.]}

Perhaps not your type, but yes. Fisherman have called upon me for millenia, and I've watched the Earth as it was Created.

[He didn't always grant their requests, but the prayer had made him look.]

Fishermen...I do not like them.

_{[Not because she has anything against eating fish, obviously. No, it was their nets and the sound of their boats, the motors grating on her ears, vibrations carrying throughout the water.

At least they tasted good.]}

I do not care for modern fishermen.

[He didn't mind nets, but he didn't care of motor boats or commercial fishing at all. ]

They are rude. They do not respect the sea.

No, they do not. And they cause much suffering where they do not need to.

They are ruuining my home.

I am aware of the damage they are doing.

[It's actually kind - because he really is.]

I wish they would leave.

They will, in time.

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