Debt Unsettlement [audio, backdated to the 1st, private to Porky... err... Pokey!]

[controledfreak]

[One of the things Yg'baladoth came to appreciate was a consistent passing of time. The metered rate of it was so good in fact that she was willing to bet that there could be a device that would measure it's passing. A pity something wasn't invented.]

[Still, she knew well the length of the casting shadows when certain times of the day came. And when the shadows fell to the right length on one seventh day, a voice rang out specifically to one certain boy doing... well.. who knows, really. That wasn't important.]

[Only the three words that she had to say:]

Time is up.

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[ceasetoexist]

[Well. That he can understand a little better. Walking on the edge of being psychically influenced by something else was something he - or, well, the actual him, and what was passed down to him - had done before. Had come close to touching infinite power. And madness.

That wasn't something Pokey was looking to have happen again.cHe had no interest in exploring or gauging this thing's mind. But at the same time, he had to wonder-]

So if we did this, would it just be like you were rummaging through my mind? Or would I be re-experiencing Mayfield again, or what?

[controledfreak]

You would be with me, of course.

[ceasetoexist]

[This is a stupid idea. A bad idea. And he knows he's playing with something he really, really shouldn't. It's something that, if he actually was back in Mayfield, he'd maybe have the self-control to still deny.

But he isn't in Mayfield. And that's part of the problem. Because he knows, deep down, he isn't going to see it again. Isn't going to experience it, or the new town they made after it, ever again.

And this? Might be his only chance to.

He thinks on it for a few moments. Which turn into minutes. Ponders it. Before-]

Let's do it.

[Just one more time. One more time to see it, and then he'll be satisfied and be ready to fully start looking for a way to isolate himself from the rest of the people here. To hide from this dumb, colorful world until either whatever monster it is that's hanging outside the fringes devours the place or he finally withers and dies from old age.

He hopes, almost, for the former. Because even if he removed the immortality that time distortion had given him thanks to the Post Office in Mayfield, his understanding of dragons?

Was that they lived a long time. And without the place he cared about, the people he cared about? He expected life would be a long and grinding thing.]

[controledfreak]

...very well.

This will take me some time, I would see to ensure that I have mastered myself enough to allow you harborage. Bear with me in the meantime.

Ah, and another thing.

Do take the passing of time to reconsider. I would not fault your sense of self-preservation.

[ceasetoexist]

[That gives him pause. It was never said that Pokey was a brave boy, and the few things that could give him bravery were far away now. He blanks for a moment at that. Would she honestly give him a chance to back out of this, when it comes to it?

It's a thought that comes in and then passes for Pokey. Given the time, perhaps he'll take her up on bowing out. At the moment?

His sense of self-preservation, in combat with his desire, is losing out.]

Yeah. Sure.

...You're not going to get much of what you want if you just tell people they can back out of crap like this whenever you want, you know.

[Seriously what is your deal? He's never encountered something alien or, supposedly, diabolical like you that would do this before.]

[controledfreak]

If your words are advice, I will take them under advisement. If they are not, I will dismiss them immediately.

[ceasetoexist]

Eh. Take them however you want.

[Well okay. Now it's hard almost not to laugh. Who talks like that?]

Though, and this is advice: you could learn to speak more naturally. People would probably show you more of who they are if you didn't talk like some weird fax machine robot voice.

[controledfreak]

Relevant, but useless. I am speaking naturally.