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There is a sort of humming, sparking, a stretching effort, and something that could almost be a voice rings through Everett's head. The closest he can make out seems to be a consideration; doubt.

There is a rot in the botanical gardens that was not there before. It thrums through the plants and flowers, buzzing with life even as they wither and decompose before sprouting anew from the soil. At the center of it is something that could, once, have been a man.

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Everett approaches it cautious, but intrigued. It feels a strange draw to the.. man? In much the same way they feel for their hive.

“Hello?” He asks cautiously.

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Something seems to pierce through his temples, like roots burrowing through to the soft bits beneath, before a chiming, buzzing melody not unlike his own fills his ears. It's almost friendly.

There is a rot in the botanical gardens that was not there before. It thrums through the plants and flowers, buzzing with life even as they wither and decompose before sprouting anew from the soil. At the center of it is something that could, once, have been a man.

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Everett approaches it cautious, but intrigued. It feels a strange draw to the.. man? In much the same way they feel for their hive.

“Hello?” He asks cautiously.

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Its presence shrinks a bit, retreating with a sound like rain falling in reverse. "Sorry," it seems to attempt to whisper. The beast drags its way closer, slowly raising one massive claw in what seems to be a greeting.

niki trots away from the apartment building, skipping and galloping to the park. she kicks at snow, then kneels down, starting to build a snowman. just being a kid, really.

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A sound like the ringing of a smashed cymbal fills her ears, echoing around and around before solidifying into something melodic and layered and chiming and very, very much not a voice. She understands it anyway.

"Hello," it seems to say, pixels and color exploding in the back of her mind. And a name, though for a beast like this to have a name is almost an oxymoron: Andis.

niki trots away from the apartment building, skipping and galloping to the park. she kicks at snow, then kneels down, starting to build a snowman. just being a kid, really.

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Something that most closely resembles a rotting pile of bark, leaves, and mushrooms lumbers through the park as well, its massive root-like feet dragging paths through the snow. It doesn't seem malevolent, despite the utter terror its appearance would evoke in most passersby.

niki trots away from the apartment building, skipping and galloping to the park. she kicks at snow, then kneels down, starting to build a snowman. just being a kid, really.

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Winter is, to most, a time of pause. Growth freezes, as does decay; humans huddle indoors, appreciating their loved ones or perhaps bemoaning the lack of them, and animals hibernate peacefully in warm, sealed-off piles or die out in the freezing cold. Snow drifts gently to the forest floor, muffling the joys and sorrows of all the world.

Fear, though? Fear never sleeps.

There is a lumbering, creaking thing making its way sluggishly down the slush-covered streets. And it is looking for a meal.

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an evil spore stole my wallet+fucked my mind

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"Long story. There was a ruined church nearby; think it might have gotten bombed at some point, or maybe just decayed. We figured out the back room of it was still pretty intact and set up a hideout there." The images floating through the spores are almost wistful. "Kate- she was my favorite- used to bring books in there with me."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"I'd say road trip, but I can't drive and you don't have legs," he jokes, before softening. "I'd love to. Really. I could show you the secret hideout!"

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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It gives its best attempt at a grin. "I'd love to!" It hums. "Haven't been back in years, but I'd love to try."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"I like the forest," it muses, almost wistful. "My family home was in the woods. I used to play outside with my cousins - they were my best friends growing up. We camped out there some nights, and I could swear I saw little lines between the stars, like a net connecting the whole galaxy around us."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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slugs ? 🐌 i thought you were worms ! 🪱

hho w m uch dd o y ou l ove m e

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so much ! 🫸 ↔️ 🫷

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i would peel a million pomegranates for you 🫶

are you ok ? 👁️ your typing is a bit different ⌨️

hho w m uch dd o y ou l ove m e

@ur-local-flesh-hive

so much ! 🫸 ↔️ 🫷

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hho w m uch dd o y ou l ove m e

@ur-local-flesh-hive

so much ! 🫸 ↔️ 🫷

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He takes the opportunity to lace her fingers into his claws, a sort of reassurance. She's still solid. She's still here.

"Where would I even look?"

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"I dunno," it muses. "You don't have to be in another dimension to rot, I suppose. Everything dies."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time

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"I'd love to see it," he says, pulsing warmth to the tune of what he remembers his heartbeat to have been. He'll find a way to bring the sun to her. He will.

"I don't know that I have a domain," it hums. "I've never looked."

There's a knock at Sesh's door, coupled with tendrils of white mycelia spreading out from under the door.

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Mmmmyes?

The voice echoes and spreads, somehow quiet listening me someone talking far away and a whisper in the ear at the same time