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[aetherweaver]

[There's a vaguely British-sounding voice emitting from the journals, and those who recognize Nara'a will note it's not his usual calm tone.]

Would anyone, anyone like to explain what in the hells just happened? 'Oh, the town or the spaceship or the book closing sound?' All of it.

[He takes a breath, lets it out.]

Right. Everyone back here? All appendages accounted for?

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[aetherweaver]

I don't either.

[But such is life, unfortunately.]

I was vulnerable as well. I didn't have my claws or proper ears or my tail... I felt deaf and off-balance for a while. And I didn't have my job stones with me, though they were where they should be when I returned.

[angel_of_baal]

[He nods. Same. Well, different features.]

I did not remember them at the time, which was also unsettling. In retrospect. It was like I had always been this other...person. [XENOS! He was an alien and it was so distressing he can't even bring himself to say it.]

[aetherweaver]

... Right.

[Probably him. A good chance, at least.]

You weren't the only one. There were a few other people who had the same... affliction? Condition? Whatever you might call it.

[angel_of_baal]

Experience. [That's the neutral term he's going with because it was absolutely nightmarish even before meeting Curze, but he's a Primarch and they don't show that things...get to them. Minus the red tear tattoo, that is. ]

Was yours...good?

[aetherweaver]

Experience.

[That's fair. That's a good term.]

I mean... it was... awkward? Some of the conversations that I had were... uncomfortable.

[angel_of_baal]

[Laugh that's just a tiny bit nervous. N-not that he does 'nervous, of course.]

Me, as well. I met my brother. [It did not go well!] Only, of course, we did not know each other.

[aetherweaver]

Of course. Because why would things here be convenient or helpful?

[angel_of_baal]

That is probably the better question than my own. [Someone's a little stuck in his own head and his own problems. ] My brother seemed almost exactly as he is, but I was changed. Have others seen this?

[aetherweaver]

I saw others who had been changed, yes. I wasn't, and a few other people I encountered weren't. So I'm not quite sure what the criteria for 'changed' versus 'unchanged' would be, because we don't seem to have enough data.

[angel_of_baal]

We need to get this data. Somehow.

Could you, unchanged, recognize others? Because I could not. I was wholly, to my mind...the...xenos. [zero out of ten would NOT recommend.]

[aetherweaver]

Only by voice or appearance. The things that most would be able to.

If I were unchanged, not being forced into a hyur form... I might be able to tell by scent, depending on who they were.

[angel_of_baal]

Curious. [Because Curze should have recognized him. But Curze hadn't recognized when Sanguinius had thrown direct lines from their conversation at him. ] What changes did you endure?

[aetherweaver]

Ears on the side of my head rather than the top, no claws, no tail... deadened senses overall. It was quite... irritating.

But I did what I could with the resources available I suppose.

[angel_of_baal]

But only that. You knew who you were, what you were? That was unchanged?

[aetherweaver]

That was unchanged, yes. There were several of us, but I don't know what we might have in common. ... To be honest, I don't know everyone quite well enough to begin to even guess.

[angel_of_baal]

Maybe it was simply a matter of resources--they lacked energy to mindwipe everyone.

Or maybe some were there as witnesses. Did anyone debrief you?

[aetherweaver]

... No, no one did. It would have been nice if they did, considering I don't know what the hells just happened.

[angel_of_baal]

I have theories but they are...not benign.

[aetherweaver]

Do you mind sharing?

believe it or not this is a sane theory in canon

[angel_of_baal]

This is all new to my understanding, but there are entities in the Immaterium who feed on emotions--pain, suffering, fear, anger, dread. This shared hallucination or whatever it was might have been an attempt by the Chief of the Librarius here to harvest such from us.

it's Warhammer, I believe it.

[aetherweaver]

... I know of beings who think that high emotional states heightens the flavor of aether, but not the emotions directly, unless I'm not recalling something. I suppose that's not out of the question, though I'd like to not immediately assume the worst if possible.

Perhaps that's naive of me, but the last time I was pulled to another world without my consent it was because someone needed help.

[angel_of_baal]

Emotion colors many things. [No denying that at all.] Though where I am from the emotion tends toward righteous wrath. Our father would not countenance envy among his sons. [Not to say it doesn't happen but just that no one is ill mannered enough to show it.]

[aetherweaver]

I see. Your father is... hm. Different than most, or just strict in that manner?

[angel_of_baal]

My father is the Emperor of Mankind. He is...quite different than most. And strict. One has to be, with the burden of his duties.

[aetherweaver]

[He's trying not to judge. He's trying so hard.]

I see... I have heard that being an emperor is... difficult. Unfortunately the emperors I know have all been... relatively corrupt.