♠ audio, 01

[shotinhead]

[ Perrin is still suffering from the nightmares, mind you, with this being the last day of them. So that's why this message first goes out quite late at night. Oddly enough, the message seems quite focused, though. Perrin knows how to handle his brain. But his voice is choppy, each word practiced. There's also a slight echo. (In real life, he is saying each word out loud before saying it in telepathy.) ]

--didn't know being a psyker was something technology could help with. Which is pretty impressive.

I know those were real people. Pokemon? Those guys who vanished. It's not like when I see people and then I'm the only one seeing them.

I know the doctor said they'd keep records, but we should too. Keep our own, I mean - and we can also figure out if there's a connection between us. First thing's first.

Where are you all from? I've heard that not all of you are American. Or from the same time as me - oh, that's right. I'm from the year 2281. [ Oops, his thoughts are spiraling. He's not saying this part out loud in real life, anymore. And sounding more casual. ] You know, it's pretty fascinating to meet people who are pre-War. I would have thought you would have been a lot weirder, but you're just like me. Without the survival instints, I mean. I wonder if it's true that people were just the same, and it was the governments and corporations that wanted to mess stuff up. Oh, but they didn't cause the Resource Wars, the lack of resources did... sometimes wish I'd read more up on history. I mean, pre-War history. Not just shit that happened near to me.

[ He seems to have forgotten this is telepathy and his thoughts are being broadcast for a while. Until-- ] Oh. Right. So I'm gonna be keeping a list of us. Uh, in a book. We don't have terminals here, and terminals could get messed up if some of the electricity messed up or if we forgot the password. And I'm not the best hacker. I'm also not the best at lockpicking, honestly.

So! Guess this is me asking about your home and what year you're from!

[[ This post can also be used as a mingle post, if wanted! The OOC post for the record keeping is here. Perrin will let anybody check it out, which is why he hasn't listed his real name in it. ]]

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[truthdecided]

Of course it'd be a nuclear war.

[Unsurprising. They're devastating weapons. Given his country of origin, he would know.

Thankfully, the plume of a mushroom cloud soon gives way to a flicker of Ren's feline form.]

But yes. Ren and I both share a world, and of the two of us, he's the one who had the 'honor' of shooting god in the face.

[shotinhead]

[ yup... yup,

Perrin is trying not to show images, clearly. But there's suddenly a flicker of dark tunnels, for only a moment, before: ]

God is real? Uh, was real?

[truthdecided]

Technically, it was a manifestation of humanity's collective desire for a higher power to preside over them. A being who sought absolute control and manifested as the holy grail and then the gnostic god, Yaldabaoth.

[He pauses to let that sink in.]

Or so Ren told me. I was a bit... indisposed at the time, so all I have are secondhand accounts.

[shotinhead]

[ You know, that has made the telepathic signal just cut out. ]

That's still so fucking cool. What are gods to men, and all of that! All people need are themselves, in th'end.

[truthdecided]

Precisely. Of course, I eventually got to fight against a foe of comparable power.

[A huge, golden figure flickers through his thoughts.]

Though, this foe was a misguided, sentimental fool granted the power of a god more so than a god himself. He thought he could rid the world of all pain and trauma without considering how that pain shaped us.

[shotinhead]

...So a grade-A idiot, then, who got himself a few cool tricks. [ Perrin snorted. ] That's still pretty cool, though. Closest I've gotten t'fighting a god is, well.

[ There's a flicker in his mind. A man in golden armour, blade to Perrin. A fear shudders though Perrins' thought patterns. ]

Well. I guess y'saw him. Dude who was part of t'Legion.

[truthdecided]

Well, at least his armor was imposing. Dr. Maruki's combat attire was...

[The image he projects is certainly... showy, if nothing else.]

Of course, he was helped by his Persona...

[So, Perrin, do you like creepy tentacle monsters? Because that's what he's projecting now, along with this giant thing.]

Without its abilities, he would not have been able to ascend to temporary godhood.

[shotinhead]

So those things are really called Persona. Whoever named 'em must have liked some Latin, at least. [ An internal snort. ] I mean proper Latin.

I wonder what happened to those things in th'future. [ perrin no you cannot get a persona. ]

[truthdecided]

There are some fascinating parallels to Jungian psychology, though in practice, they aren't quite the same.

[Hmm... It's an interesting question, though, if they assume they share a base world.]

Ultimately, what happened depends on whether or not we are from the same Earth in different points in time, or parallel versions of the same planet. Emporio-kun described a power similar to Personas, but not quite, so I already suspect his Earth is not the same as mine.