Yeah. We've been able to communicate with 'em a little. Whatever's blockin' magic where they are, it's not able to completely stop 'em from blippin' in and out of the Horizon. Some of their messages get through, too, even though they're real hard to read.
[ And Julie does have a sort of folksy, flowery way of speaking that can make things sound more detailed than they otherwise might. Easier to picture. Even without the knowledge she shouldn't have. ]
Oh. So y'all just get real fuckin' high. [ She blinks. ] I mean, that makes sense. In my world, people did that too, tripped balls on peyote and 'shrooms and whatever to have visions. It was like, a religious thing for some folks. We didn't turn into nothin' else, though. But maybe that was what they meant by "commune with the gods"? That they're meant to have a vision.
[ Her face screws up a little with concentration as she tries to think of a non-offensive way to word her thoughts. ] I know most of us, the Summoned, are human. But we're... not like the regular humans here, neither. We're kinda our own thing. And maybe that's why they wanted us. I mean... sorry, I don't know how to say this without soundin' like a dick, but. I believe that we're sort of in-between y'all -- Abraxans -- and the gods. Not that we are gods, and not that all Abraxans are the same, just...
[ She trails off with a sigh. She is aware that she sounds like an asshole, but it's true. This is what she believes. And so far, none of the contact they've managed with the kidnapped Summoned indicates that any of them have died. But there are a lot of bodies in that pit and around that altar. That means that the non-Summoned kidnapped must be dropping like flies. ]
I just think that maybe these cult psychos think along that line too, and that maybe they believe it makes us more like to survive their weird jelly ceremony and whatever else they're doin'.
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[ And Julie does have a sort of folksy, flowery way of speaking that can make things sound more detailed than they otherwise might. Easier to picture. Even without the knowledge she shouldn't have. ]
Oh. So y'all just get real fuckin' high. [ She blinks. ] I mean, that makes sense. In my world, people did that too, tripped balls on peyote and 'shrooms and whatever to have visions. It was like, a religious thing for some folks. We didn't turn into nothin' else, though. But maybe that was what they meant by "commune with the gods"? That they're meant to have a vision.
[ Her face screws up a little with concentration as she tries to think of a non-offensive way to word her thoughts. ] I know most of us, the Summoned, are human. But we're... not like the regular humans here, neither. We're kinda our own thing. And maybe that's why they wanted us. I mean... sorry, I don't know how to say this without soundin' like a dick, but. I believe that we're sort of in-between y'all -- Abraxans -- and the gods. Not that we are gods, and not that all Abraxans are the same, just...
[ She trails off with a sigh. She is aware that she sounds like an asshole, but it's true. This is what she believes. And so far, none of the contact they've managed with the kidnapped Summoned indicates that any of them have died. But there are a lot of bodies in that pit and around that altar. That means that the non-Summoned kidnapped must be dropping like flies. ]
I just think that maybe these cult psychos think along that line too, and that maybe they believe it makes us more like to survive their weird jelly ceremony and whatever else they're doin'.