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"You have reached Dr. Egon Spengler. Please leave a message, preferably fifty words or less."
"You have reached Dr. Egon Spengler. Please leave a message, preferably fifty words or less."
Mhmmm.
[Smug bastard.]
C'mon, you know I'm on your side. Even if "your side" leads to public humiliation- wouldn't be the first time, right?
[The necromancy incident... getting kicked out of Columbia for not producing results in a timely fashion... and so on and so forth.
That said, if Ford asks him, Venkman's absolutely gonna try to explain that he tried to talk sense into Egon. But Egon doesn't need to know that part.]
[Smug bastard.]
C'mon, you know I'm on your side. Even if "your side" leads to public humiliation- wouldn't be the first time, right?
[The necromancy incident... getting kicked out of Columbia for not producing results in a timely fashion... and so on and so forth.
That said, if Ford asks him, Venkman's absolutely gonna try to explain that he tried to talk sense into Egon. But Egon doesn't need to know that part.]
[Flatly:]
You went on a public post and made a public video thread complaining publicly with one of the most respected scientists in this dimension about a controversial subject.
I don't think you have to worry about me telling them. They'll sleuth it out themselves.
You went on a public post and made a public video thread complaining publicly with one of the most respected scientists in this dimension about a controversial subject.
I don't think you have to worry about me telling them. They'll sleuth it out themselves.
[Winston tosses a line over the edge.]
[The water splashes up and ripples around the lure as it plops in and sinks under the surface. The air around them is still, salty, and silent save for the ambient calls of wild pokemon echoing in the distance. All and all, the open waters offer a deeply tranquil atmosphere- one he has no trouble welcoming into his life after being caught up in the intensity at the Aether HQ.]
[Since the Ultra Beast raid landed all of them on the islands, the ghostbuster gang figured they might as well take a bit of a vacation at the place... unwind after all the mayhem and all. During this time off- Egon rented a boat, Winston bought a rod, and the two of them set out on the seas of Treasure Beach together.]
Getting any good data? [He asks, quirking his head in Egon's direction.]
[The water splashes up and ripples around the lure as it plops in and sinks under the surface. The air around them is still, salty, and silent save for the ambient calls of wild pokemon echoing in the distance. All and all, the open waters offer a deeply tranquil atmosphere- one he has no trouble welcoming into his life after being caught up in the intensity at the Aether HQ.]
[Since the Ultra Beast raid landed all of them on the islands, the ghostbuster gang figured they might as well take a bit of a vacation at the place... unwind after all the mayhem and all. During this time off- Egon rented a boat, Winston bought a rod, and the two of them set out on the seas of Treasure Beach together.]
Getting any good data? [He asks, quirking his head in Egon's direction.]
[Egon, for once in the last few days, is no longer thinking about the feud he has with Ford. Thank God. It's still somewhere in the back of his mind, but at least now he's not spending hours on end writing up battle plans and algorithms to determine the best possible strategy to use on Ford's Pokémon.
He's propped up his rod against the side of the boat, keeping it from slipping by placing it between a cooler and the wall. Fishing takes a backseat when it comes to dropping plastic jars tied with twine into the ocean and scooping it back up to study all the little plankton that swirl around in it. A lot of the equipment he's brought has been safely tucked away into his backpack, out of reach of the ocean.]
Very good. I have a good understanding of the oceanography of the area surrounding this island, now, as well as the average salinity.
[He sounds almost cheerful, if you ignore the overall flatness of his tone.]
Caught anything, yet?
He's propped up his rod against the side of the boat, keeping it from slipping by placing it between a cooler and the wall. Fishing takes a backseat when it comes to dropping plastic jars tied with twine into the ocean and scooping it back up to study all the little plankton that swirl around in it. A lot of the equipment he's brought has been safely tucked away into his backpack, out of reach of the ocean.]
Very good. I have a good understanding of the oceanography of the area surrounding this island, now, as well as the average salinity.
[He sounds almost cheerful, if you ignore the overall flatness of his tone.]
Caught anything, yet?
[A smile tugs at his lips hearing the enthusiasm, however slight, in Egon's voice.]
Nah... Haven't been catching anything living, at least. [He shrugs his shoulders, gesturing towards a modest bucket with a towel stuffed inside that he's using for makeshift storage of the miscellaneous assorted "treasures" of Treasure Beach that haven't yet washed up onto the shore. So far, his collection consists of a waterlogged wristwatch and a sandal with seaweed strands strewn through the strap.] ...but that won't stop me from trying. Fishing's a sport all about patience.
[Winston turns his eyes back over the side of the boat, studying the swaying of the line as it plays on the surface of the sea, waiting for a tug or twitch that could indicate any sign of life beneath it.]
...I remember I used to think it was nothing but a big slog as a kid, but that's probably because I didn't have any say over when my old man dragged me out for it. Lot more bearable now.
Nah... Haven't been catching anything living, at least. [He shrugs his shoulders, gesturing towards a modest bucket with a towel stuffed inside that he's using for makeshift storage of the miscellaneous assorted "treasures" of Treasure Beach that haven't yet washed up onto the shore. So far, his collection consists of a waterlogged wristwatch and a sandal with seaweed strands strewn through the strap.] ...but that won't stop me from trying. Fishing's a sport all about patience.
[Winston turns his eyes back over the side of the boat, studying the swaying of the line as it plays on the surface of the sea, waiting for a tug or twitch that could indicate any sign of life beneath it.]
...I remember I used to think it was nothing but a big slog as a kid, but that's probably because I didn't have any say over when my old man dragged me out for it. Lot more bearable now.
[Egon nods carefully, looking thoughtful. After a moment or two, he says in his monotone voice--]
Many activities in which parents deem to be educational or beneficial towards their children tend to be attempts at engaging the child in "bonding activities" that pertain more towards the parents' interests rather than the child's.
[He pauses for a moment to adjust one of his devices, frowning lightly.]
My parents never brought us fishing. We did go seining once, however. [A beat.] It was to collect various clam specimens to gauge the current ecosystem in the local lake.
[The Spenglers didn't exactly encourage things like "fun". Maybe if they had done a little more research about humans and less about pure science, they would've known that children require regular stimulation and positive physical contact.]
Many activities in which parents deem to be educational or beneficial towards their children tend to be attempts at engaging the child in "bonding activities" that pertain more towards the parents' interests rather than the child's.
[He pauses for a moment to adjust one of his devices, frowning lightly.]
My parents never brought us fishing. We did go seining once, however. [A beat.] It was to collect various clam specimens to gauge the current ecosystem in the local lake.
[The Spenglers didn't exactly encourage things like "fun". Maybe if they had done a little more research about humans and less about pure science, they would've known that children require regular stimulation and positive physical contact.]
[Winston grips the handle of the fishing rod tighter, crossing his thumbs one on top of the other while he lets Egon's words sink in.] You're probably right about that. But I wouldn't say it was much of an interest, even for him. It was just... the only father-son activity he'd bother doing- as some token not-really apology whenever he crossed the line with me. [He takes a breath in, as if to brace himself.] ...then when mom left him, he stopped putting in the effort entirely.
[Part of him feels guilty for talking about it- like it's in bad taste to speak badly of somebody behind his back in an entirely different dimension, to a person from a parallel universe to yours who's never met the man (at least as you know him)... but it's probably better of him to push that thought aside and prioritize being open with Egon, if only to let him know they're in the same boat.]
[Winston parts his lips for a moment, readying them to repeat that "same boat" pun out loud to Egon, but he's interrupted by a tug on the line. He reels it in only to find it's yet another sandal with seaweed hanging off of it- possibly a match for the one he already caught before... except that this one's so thoroughly caked in moss and lichen that it's hard to make out the appearance of the actual shoe underneath.]
...you wanna scrape something off of this? [He asks Egon, turning his head back to look at him again.]
[Part of him feels guilty for talking about it- like it's in bad taste to speak badly of somebody behind his back in an entirely different dimension, to a person from a parallel universe to yours who's never met the man (at least as you know him)... but it's probably better of him to push that thought aside and prioritize being open with Egon, if only to let him know they're in the same boat.]
[Winston parts his lips for a moment, readying them to repeat that "same boat" pun out loud to Egon, but he's interrupted by a tug on the line. He reels it in only to find it's yet another sandal with seaweed hanging off of it- possibly a match for the one he already caught before... except that this one's so thoroughly caked in moss and lichen that it's hard to make out the appearance of the actual shoe underneath.]
...you wanna scrape something off of this? [He asks Egon, turning his head back to look at him again.]
Hmmm.
[Egon doesn't offer any other insight to his thoughts. The first idea that passes his mind is if he was back in Columbia, he could conduct a social experiment in which one tests parent-child bonds in relation to how much time the child and parent spent time together. His immediate afterthought is that Venkman would probably admonish him for coming up with such an idea.
Thank God Winston offered another mode of conversation. Egon blinks, leaning over and inspecting the shoe. Carefully, he unhooks it from Winston's fishing rod and plunks it into a slowly-filling bucket of paraphernalia dredged up from the sea.]
You know, I'm hoping to find a sort of microorganism that can be categorized as a Pokémon in this world. My main mode of testing is seeing whether or not it is able to be detected by the PokéBall containment units.
[There's a brief pause as Egon adjusts his glasses to turn his gaze back towards the ocean.]
Hopefully, by taking samples from the sea, we might also be able to find evidence of proto-Pokémon life.
[Egon doesn't offer any other insight to his thoughts. The first idea that passes his mind is if he was back in Columbia, he could conduct a social experiment in which one tests parent-child bonds in relation to how much time the child and parent spent time together. His immediate afterthought is that Venkman would probably admonish him for coming up with such an idea.
Thank God Winston offered another mode of conversation. Egon blinks, leaning over and inspecting the shoe. Carefully, he unhooks it from Winston's fishing rod and plunks it into a slowly-filling bucket of paraphernalia dredged up from the sea.]
You know, I'm hoping to find a sort of microorganism that can be categorized as a Pokémon in this world. My main mode of testing is seeing whether or not it is able to be detected by the PokéBall containment units.
[There's a brief pause as Egon adjusts his glasses to turn his gaze back towards the ocean.]
Hopefully, by taking samples from the sea, we might also be able to find evidence of proto-Pokémon life.
So. Remember how I said I'd tell you if I found any more eggs?
Well, when I went down to the basement this morning to check on my Ghosts, there were two of them. I think they're Charley's. So how would you like a Misdreavus as a way of paying you back for the two you sent me?
[You can see the moveset here, under 3/16.]
Well, when I went down to the basement this morning to check on my Ghosts, there were two of them. I think they're Charley's. So how would you like a Misdreavus as a way of paying you back for the two you sent me?
[You can see the moveset here, under 3/16.]
Well, Charley's very sweet and *very* clever for a Pokemon. Curious too. She has a way of getting into places you don't suspect. And very fierce when battling. I'm not sure who the father is? I think of my two male ghosts, she's closer to Fangorn the Phantump than Casper the Shuppet, though.
No, I think I get what you mean.
[He's smiling a little to himself. He likes Dr Spengler.]
Let me know if there's any way I can help with that.
[He's smiling a little to himself. He likes Dr Spengler.]
Let me know if there's any way I can help with that.
[Ray still can't believe this.
He's married, he's married to the three men he loves more than anything in this whole world. Even through the week in the ice cave, Ray still can't believe he's even awake right now he's so giddy. He wants to shower his new husbands with so much love an adoration that they can't stand it!
... And he also wants to mess with them a little. After all what's the point of having a honeymoon at a ski resort if they can't take advantage of this snow?
So one day, while Egon's out doing whatever he does in the snow, Ray sneaks up behind him, making sure he doesn't notice he's here. Gently, he builds a snowball and then...]
Egon, think fast!
[He lobs it right at Egon's head.]
He's married, he's married to the three men he loves more than anything in this whole world. Even through the week in the ice cave, Ray still can't believe he's even awake right now he's so giddy. He wants to shower his new husbands with so much love an adoration that they can't stand it!
... And he also wants to mess with them a little. After all what's the point of having a honeymoon at a ski resort if they can't take advantage of this snow?
So one day, while Egon's out doing whatever he does in the snow, Ray sneaks up behind him, making sure he doesn't notice he's here. Gently, he builds a snowball and then...]
Egon, think fast!
[He lobs it right at Egon's head.]
[Every so often, Egon will stare out and reflect upon the fact that the three men he appreciates--he loves the most in the world are now his husbands. That he's a husband to the three men who love him the most. Their dynamic is the same as it was before, but there's something about that title that makes him feel...something in that icy heart of his.
He can't really describe it--he was never very good at putting his emotions into words. But it's good. Really good.
Of course, being lost in thought isn't really great when your husband decides to sneak up on you and throw a snowball at your head. He snaps to his attention at his name and sees a white sphere hurtling towards his head. He ducks out of the way right in time, the snowball just grazing his hat. He watches as it lands on the snowbank behind him, crumbling into particles.
Egon turns to Ray, raising an eyebrow.]
You'll have to be faster than that to get me.
He can't really describe it--he was never very good at putting his emotions into words. But it's good. Really good.
Of course, being lost in thought isn't really great when your husband decides to sneak up on you and throw a snowball at your head. He snaps to his attention at his name and sees a white sphere hurtling towards his head. He ducks out of the way right in time, the snowball just grazing his hat. He watches as it lands on the snowbank behind him, crumbling into particles.
Egon turns to Ray, raising an eyebrow.]
You'll have to be faster than that to get me.
[Ray pouts slightly as the snowball misses Egon.]
Aww, c'mon! That was an amazing throw and you know it!
[He bends down to quickly make another snowball and throws it at Egons chest, this time trying to move a few feet closer to him as well.]
Aww, c'mon! That was an amazing throw and you know it!
[He bends down to quickly make another snowball and throws it at Egons chest, this time trying to move a few feet closer to him as well.]
>Were you nonhuman before arrival? If so, describe your state prior to coming to this universe.
Yes, although I was born human. However, for the past five years I have been a Changeling: a human who was profoundly altered, physically and psychologically, by prolonged time spent in a faerie realm.
My normal body differs from my current one in these ways:
Eyes: slit pupils, like a cat or a snake
Ears: pointed, elven
Teeth: pointed, sharp, more than standard human
Fingers: much longer, extra set of joints
>When did you first encounter/become familiar with the paranormal in your world? How frequently were you exposed to these paranormal encounters?
We're just going to go with knowing encounters, because otherwise I'd have to go through every EWW liveshow I ever went to.
In any case, my first knowing encounter came at age 32, when I abused my press pass to sneak backstage at the May 2012 EWW Liveshow in San Diego. I was waylaid by a True Fae after doing so. He abducted me to his lair in Acadia, the faerie realm, and there I remained his captive for the next five years, until a group of my fellow captives took me with them in their escape attempt. After which I joined a local organization of my fellow Changelings.
So in a way my entire life these last five years has been one prolonged supernatural encounter.
>Were the entities you encountered tangible or intangible beings?
El Pecador was *very* tangible, unfortunately.
>Did any of the entities you encountered display extrasensory powers (ESP, mind-altering or reading abilities, etc)? If so, what were they?
Not particularly, but I wouldn't be surprised if they had any.
>Did you have certain abilities in your home dimension that are currently not available to you now? If so, what were they?
Feeding off people's emotion as a means to gain magical power. Dreamwalking. Blending into darkness.
>Do you believe in astrology or divination?
Astrology, not particularly. Divination in general would be a cautious yes, however.
>What color would you describe your aura to be?
I have no idea.
Yes, although I was born human. However, for the past five years I have been a Changeling: a human who was profoundly altered, physically and psychologically, by prolonged time spent in a faerie realm.
My normal body differs from my current one in these ways:
Eyes: slit pupils, like a cat or a snake
Ears: pointed, elven
Teeth: pointed, sharp, more than standard human
Fingers: much longer, extra set of joints
>When did you first encounter/become familiar with the paranormal in your world? How frequently were you exposed to these paranormal encounters?
We're just going to go with knowing encounters, because otherwise I'd have to go through every EWW liveshow I ever went to.
In any case, my first knowing encounter came at age 32, when I abused my press pass to sneak backstage at the May 2012 EWW Liveshow in San Diego. I was waylaid by a True Fae after doing so. He abducted me to his lair in Acadia, the faerie realm, and there I remained his captive for the next five years, until a group of my fellow captives took me with them in their escape attempt. After which I joined a local organization of my fellow Changelings.
So in a way my entire life these last five years has been one prolonged supernatural encounter.
>Were the entities you encountered tangible or intangible beings?
El Pecador was *very* tangible, unfortunately.
>Did any of the entities you encountered display extrasensory powers (ESP, mind-altering or reading abilities, etc)? If so, what were they?
Not particularly, but I wouldn't be surprised if they had any.
>Did you have certain abilities in your home dimension that are currently not available to you now? If so, what were they?
Feeding off people's emotion as a means to gain magical power. Dreamwalking. Blending into darkness.
>Do you believe in astrology or divination?
Astrology, not particularly. Divination in general would be a cautious yes, however.
>What color would you describe your aura to be?
I have no idea.
I saw you were taking this via inbox and I'd prefer to do much the same. Not info I'm particularly keen on throwing into the public.
1.Were you nonhuman before arrival? If so, describe your state prior to coming to this universe.
I was, technically. I was an elf even before then, which is still not human. But I had become a lich, a magical sentient skeleton, more or less several centuries before I arrived here.
2. When did you first encounter/become familiar with the paranormal in your world? How frequently were you exposed to these paranormal encounters?
Paranormal and the magical might as well go hand-in-hand where I'm from. Ghosts of varies types exists along with ghouls and the like. Some are magical, some are mundane. I encountered them fairly infrequently in towns and the like but I'd see them time and again on my travels around the world. More so around the... necromantic cult.
3. Were the entities you encountered tangible or intangible beings?
Both. Though my own kind were very much tangible. When we wanted to be.
4. Did any of the entities you encountered display extrasensory powers (ESP, mind-altering or reading abilities, etc)? If so, what were they?
It depended on the type of creature! And what you consider ESP exactly. Most liches themselves were a type of wizard before becoming one so it very much depended on what magical school you'd practiced in before. Though mind-altering and reading abilities along with being able to move objects via magical means was not terribly uncommon.
Hell, I used illusions myself.
5. Did you have certain abilities in your home dimension that are currently not available to you now? If so, what were they?
I'm in a damn human body and all of my magic is gone. As I stated previously, I specialized in necromancy and illusion. I have access to neither of those things here.
6. Do you believe in astrology or divination?
Hell no. That's for swindlers.
7. What color would you describe your aura to be?
???? The fuck's an aura.
1.Were you nonhuman before arrival? If so, describe your state prior to coming to this universe.
I was, technically. I was an elf even before then, which is still not human. But I had become a lich, a magical sentient skeleton, more or less several centuries before I arrived here.
2. When did you first encounter/become familiar with the paranormal in your world? How frequently were you exposed to these paranormal encounters?
Paranormal and the magical might as well go hand-in-hand where I'm from. Ghosts of varies types exists along with ghouls and the like. Some are magical, some are mundane. I encountered them fairly infrequently in towns and the like but I'd see them time and again on my travels around the world. More so around the... necromantic cult.
3. Were the entities you encountered tangible or intangible beings?
Both. Though my own kind were very much tangible. When we wanted to be.
4. Did any of the entities you encountered display extrasensory powers (ESP, mind-altering or reading abilities, etc)? If so, what were they?
It depended on the type of creature! And what you consider ESP exactly. Most liches themselves were a type of wizard before becoming one so it very much depended on what magical school you'd practiced in before. Though mind-altering and reading abilities along with being able to move objects via magical means was not terribly uncommon.
Hell, I used illusions myself.
5. Did you have certain abilities in your home dimension that are currently not available to you now? If so, what were they?
I'm in a damn human body and all of my magic is gone. As I stated previously, I specialized in necromancy and illusion. I have access to neither of those things here.
6. Do you believe in astrology or divination?
Hell no. That's for swindlers.
7. What color would you describe your aura to be?
???? The fuck's an aura.
Thank you for responding to the survey. I have several questions about the answers you've given me.
1. You said you spent five years in the faerie realm. Were there any other captives who had spent longer in the realm, and if so, were their appearances much more different than yours after you had emerged?
2. I would like to know more about the ability to feed off the emotions of others--did the fae display this sort of ability, as well?
1. You said you spent five years in the faerie realm. Were there any other captives who had spent longer in the realm, and if so, were their appearances much more different than yours after you had emerged?
2. I would like to know more about the ability to feed off the emotions of others--did the fae display this sort of ability, as well?
Thank you. I am aware that some may not wish to share information about themselves via a public forum.
I am quite envious of the fact that many individuals have existed in worlds where magic is so abundant prior to their arrival here. It took several years to even prove that the paranormal existed in our world, and even after presenting the research we had done regarding parapsychology, many dismissed us as frauds or charlatans.
I tried dabbling in necromancy, once. It didn't go particularly well.
So, if I am understanding your response correctly, you were undead before you came here?
I am quite envious of the fact that many individuals have existed in worlds where magic is so abundant prior to their arrival here. It took several years to even prove that the paranormal existed in our world, and even after presenting the research we had done regarding parapsychology, many dismissed us as frauds or charlatans.
I tried dabbling in necromancy, once. It didn't go particularly well.
So, if I am understanding your response correctly, you were undead before you came here?
Since I don't know how much Steven's told you, I'll try to make sure to extrapolate.
Were you nonhuman before arrival? If so, describe your state prior to coming to this universe.
I was born human. But at the time of my capture, yes, I was nonhuman - what was locally known as a Changeling. A being who was taken by ones we call the Gentry, also known as Fair Folk, to be used for any manner of things that would warp and shape our physical, mental and insubstantial traits until we were no longer human. If left with the Gentry in their home of Arcadia for too long, we become fully transformed and unable to leave. I and another were able to escape before that happened.
My physical appearance was also heavily altered. My skin turned to paper and I lost a substantial amount of weight, though it didn't affect my physical shape. My eyes were replaced with rough-cut glass spheres, although I could still see with full clarity, and my fingers would leak some manner of writing ink constantly.
When did you first encounter/become familiar with the paranormal in your world? How frequently were you exposed to these paranormal encounters?
I was familiar with paranormal and mythology through fiction in a very typical manner - I read a lot, and was pursuing a Masters in Publishing. When I was taken by one of the Gentry, who we came to refer to as our Keeper, it was somewhere around four years of extended, continuous contact, as it's not just the presence of our Keeper that affects us, but exposure to their realm of Arcadia as well.
Were the entities you encountered tangible or intangible beings?
While mine was primarily tangible, I've heard tell that other Gentry are far less so - it seems to be a personal choice for them. As well, some Changelings are affected in such a way that they too become primarily intangible beings.
Did any of the entities you encountered display extrasensory powers (ESP, mind-altering or reading abilities, etc)? If so, what were they?
Mind altering is one of the primary abilities that I'm aware of Gentry possessing, since they must alter the minds of humans in order to capture them in the first place, to some degree.
Did you have certain abilities in your home dimension that are currently not available to you now? If so, what were they?
Yes. Changelings are in possession of powers known as Contracts - these are quite literally contracts that previous generations of Changelings and Fair Folk have made with meta concepts such as the seasons, the hearth, elements and other such abstract concepts. My own are with the Hearth (allowing me to force back luck on people), Summer (allows me to sense the nearest source of rage), and Animation (which allows me to both intimately know an object, its history and use, damages and how to use it with a trained expertise). I'm also capable of identifying story patterns that may be playing out in reality, and force reality to conform to the trope - I assume you're familiar with the expression "third time's the charm", for example.
These are all powered by a form of energy known as Glamour - emotional energy that we harvest from other beings, primarily humans. I personally find rage to be most potent in my harvesting, as it's tied strongly to the Summer Court I'm allied with.
Do you believe in astrology or divination?
Not astrology, but divination is a not-uncommon power among the right kind of Changeling.
What color would you describe your aura to be?
I can honestly say I don't know.
I was born human. But at the time of my capture, yes, I was nonhuman - what was locally known as a Changeling. A being who was taken by ones we call the Gentry, also known as Fair Folk, to be used for any manner of things that would warp and shape our physical, mental and insubstantial traits until we were no longer human. If left with the Gentry in their home of Arcadia for too long, we become fully transformed and unable to leave. I and another were able to escape before that happened.
My physical appearance was also heavily altered. My skin turned to paper and I lost a substantial amount of weight, though it didn't affect my physical shape. My eyes were replaced with rough-cut glass spheres, although I could still see with full clarity, and my fingers would leak some manner of writing ink constantly.
I was familiar with paranormal and mythology through fiction in a very typical manner - I read a lot, and was pursuing a Masters in Publishing. When I was taken by one of the Gentry, who we came to refer to as our Keeper, it was somewhere around four years of extended, continuous contact, as it's not just the presence of our Keeper that affects us, but exposure to their realm of Arcadia as well.
While mine was primarily tangible, I've heard tell that other Gentry are far less so - it seems to be a personal choice for them. As well, some Changelings are affected in such a way that they too become primarily intangible beings.
Mind altering is one of the primary abilities that I'm aware of Gentry possessing, since they must alter the minds of humans in order to capture them in the first place, to some degree.
Yes. Changelings are in possession of powers known as Contracts - these are quite literally contracts that previous generations of Changelings and Fair Folk have made with meta concepts such as the seasons, the hearth, elements and other such abstract concepts. My own are with the Hearth (allowing me to force back luck on people), Summer (allows me to sense the nearest source of rage), and Animation (which allows me to both intimately know an object, its history and use, damages and how to use it with a trained expertise). I'm also capable of identifying story patterns that may be playing out in reality, and force reality to conform to the trope - I assume you're familiar with the expression "third time's the charm", for example.
These are all powered by a form of energy known as Glamour - emotional energy that we harvest from other beings, primarily humans. I personally find rage to be most potent in my harvesting, as it's tied strongly to the Summer Court I'm allied with.
Not astrology, but divination is a not-uncommon power among the right kind of Changeling.
I can honestly say I don't know.
1. Some of them had. We all had different appearances by the end of it. The others gained their new appearances as a side effect of the lucha masks he put on them, growing to resemble those masks. I was never put in a mask. I don't know why I ended up appearing how I did. I assume it was El Pecador's sense of aesthetics.
2. I don't know if he could, though I wouldn't put it past him to be able to.
2. I don't know if he could, though I wouldn't put it past him to be able to.
Thank you for your response.
Given what Steven has reported to me, and your familiarity with each other, I assume that you were kidnapped into the fae realm around the same time? Did you happen to escape during the same period, as well?
I am especially intrigued by this ability bend reality to conform to certain patterns--stories are very much something shared between sentient beings, and the idea that one's belief in them might cause them to become true is something I would be interested in exploring further.
Given what Steven has reported to me, and your familiarity with each other, I assume that you were kidnapped into the fae realm around the same time? Did you happen to escape during the same period, as well?
I am especially intrigued by this ability bend reality to conform to certain patterns--stories are very much something shared between sentient beings, and the idea that one's belief in them might cause them to become true is something I would be interested in exploring further.
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