Fellow Furies in the Mirror
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Fellow Furies in the Mirror
I am Empathy. My ask-box is open, though you should feel no need to limit it to *just* questions.

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Happy anniversary, please dont turn to pumpkin lantern on 10th October o//
Correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't believe temporarily converting yourself into carved, candle-lit cucurbita is particularly common on specifically the 10th of October.
No, actually, don't correct me because I know for a fact it is not. I know what you people can be like...
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Dear, my name is Abdullah. I am 35 years old and the father of four children: Khalil, 7… Abdullah Abuzaid needs your support for Help my fam
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[CONTINUATION]
THE SPINAL CORD - After what feels like (and may well have been) an infinite expanse of time, the Spinal Cord towers above you, sprawling far below into nothing, and nothing again.
EMPATHY - The pain here is palpable. All of it is connected to the singular column that spreads the memories of Harrier DuBois' aching head to the smallest capillaries tucked away in his worn-down flesh.
THE SPINAL CORD- Old things lurk here.
EMPATHY - The church of a timeless god.
EMPATHY - You call out, wavering, for Encyclopedia- It's less words than it is raw emotion.
THE SPINAL CORD - The sound rattles along the vertebrae, warping the noise into an anguished cry.
EMPATHY - It very well could be. You look over to Drama, helpless. They know more about this than you do, surely.
THE SPINAL CORD - You have to admit that, with Empathy's numerous detours, you are not sure how you ended up here *at all*. Did he just sort of aimlessly wander?
EMPATHY - Maybe so. He seems a bit lost, still, yelling something you can barely pick apart, then giving you a long look as though he is expecting you to react to his strange display in any way.
DRAMA - You pretend to take in the scene a little longer, even though there's nothing truly remarkable about this place. An osseous column you can barely recognize as such for it's sheer scale and the vague idea of electricity that your metaphysical form communicates to you as the smell of ozone. By your estimation, you ended up *below* the Atlas somehow, on the very outer limits of the spinal nerves.
DRAMA - Satisfied with the length of uncomfortable pause you created, you finally adress Empathy with a wry smile.
DRAMA - "It was much *darker* where Our Dearest Bookkeeper went last time, was it not? Perhaps if we traveled inwards for a bit we shall find him there... Empathy, excuse us, but we can't fail to notice that you seem to be expecting something of us here. We were under the impression you had at least an *idea* of what to do here? Have we been mistaken?"
DRAMA - They revel in your confusion, swaying gently in the air despite the complete stillness of this place. You aren't sure what you expected from them.
EMPATHY - You aren't sure what you expect from yourself, now, to be fair. Anything and everything. Tears falling into the cracks of the image you'd built for yourself. Broken mirror, shattered glass.
EMPATHY - "It's all gut feelings. But heading further in is... probably a good start. Thank you, Drama."
DRAMA - It's actually quite nice to receive a Thank You. Not because it is a reaction you'd prefer over the usual (exasperation, annoyance, anger) but because...well, it *is* unusual.
DRAMA [Trivial: Success] - Your form allows you to keep a keen eye on Empathy, regardless of where he is or what else you might be interested in observing, but you choose to stay slightly behind to keep up the idea of him Leading The Way.
DRAMA - "Not a start, Dearest. We must be close. Last chance to hatch a plan, lest you go into this unprepared. With all due respect to your...spontaneity, a more systematic approach should be considered as well."
DRAMA - You're not worried (how would you?) - more awareness of his uncertain footing might just make the next confronation more explosive overall.
EMPATHY - Your gratitude ripples along their surface; absolutely taken in a way you didn't intend, but still. Taken, and not contested- which is as close as you can get to success with the Thespian.
THE SPINAL CORD - The feeling of relief ghosts along your back, before quickly fading into the background crackle of electricity.
DRAMA - Systematic. Planning. Intellect.
EMPATHY - You could sit here for hours, constructing the words in your head- and they'd all still fall to pieces, crumbling under you at the sight of him.
DRAMA - Dearest.
EMPATHY - You shake your head, reeling. No. "I can't, Drama. Unless you have any input, I just. I have to do this, now."
DRAMA - You weigh your words with care, briefly considering the possibility of suggesting something you expect to fail.
DRAMA - There is two problems with this idea (none of which have to do with potential damage inflicted, mind you): You are still unclear on what exactly Empathy is trying to achieve as he seems to be lost there himself and your guesses are not good enough to use as basis for a scheme. And, well, the situation is already extraordinary enough - it will be more interesting to see this play out as is.
DRAMA - To some degree at least. The fake Encyclopedia face seems to pull at your side, heavy with potential.
DRAMA - You smile slowly.
DRAMA - "That is not our call to make, Empathy."
DRAMA - "That is not our call to make, Empathy."
EMPATHY - It's yours. You put this- the burning, the cracking, the crying- into motion. Just a few words, an eternity ago. Never meant to be read by him. Never meant to be returned.
EMPATHY - It's your call to make.
DRAMA - They're merely along for the show.
EMPATHY - And so you push onward, shaking on legs that aren't there. The crackle of static nestles into your clouds, broiling with the weight of lost memories. He's in here.
EMPATHY - You call out again.

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You're like Aurora borealis, stunningly beautiful and comforting
What...? I appreciate the sentiment, but- @in-omni-scientia, Dearest, do you have any idea what an Aurora Borealis is?
Aurora, also known as the northern lights, is the term for a natural light display caused by solar wind carrying charged particles from energetic solar activity (such as solar flares, coronal holes or coronal mass ejections) to the magnetosphere. The magnetosphere alters their trajectories, sending them at high speeds into the ionosphere and causing them to collide with air constituents (namely oxygen and nitrogen). The shedding of excess energy post-ionization causes each atom to emit colourful light.
The name itself derives from the Uuhu who are indigenous to the Lohdu region of Katla. The borealis part of the name, which denotes specifically the northernmost manifestation of this event (in winter's orbit), is derived from the Perikarnassian term for the north wind.
If you want it in simpler terms -- generally, from the surface of Elysium, this manifests as glowing green-and-purple ribbons stretching across the night sky. I'm sure it'd be lovely to see, but sadly, winter's orbit is about as far away from Revachol as you can get.
I believe they were comparing the event to the way you appear -- smokey, and glowing. As beautiful as it sounds, I don't think it could ever hold a candle to you, though.
It would be nice to see one day. But I've already got the nicest view around, dearest <3
Something just happened.
...Mh?
Not under my watch. Details, Empathy.
I don't know. I just felt it, Authority. Was it you? Did you do something?
What the hell? Do we have a problem here, Empathy?
I think we might.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean.
Look at yourself through me. Did something happen, Authority?
Look at. What? The fuck is this nonsense.
Empathy, what did you mean by this.
Something is terribly wrong.
Things are in order, aside from Empathy refusing to answer.
You don't get to ignore me.
Last warning, Crycloud.
You aren't looking hard enough.
That's still not an answer.
I can't help it.
Please-
I can't help it. Not if you don't say what you want- what you need, to say.
i want youuuuu
You know, as I understand it, usually you give chocolates to people you want on Valentine's day. I'm just saying you could slide some my way and that would make this confession even better.
Electrochem - dear. I just learned- they're making the chocolates in the shape of. Uh. Well.
There's ones catered to your tastes I believe.
You're like Aurora borealis, stunningly beautiful and comforting
What...? I appreciate the sentiment, but- @in-omni-scientia, Dearest, do you have any idea what an Aurora Borealis is?
Something just happened.
...Mh?
Not under my watch. Details, Empathy.
I don't know. I just felt it, Authority. Was it you? Did you do something?
What the hell? Do we have a problem here, Empathy?
I think we might.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean.
Look at yourself through me. Did something happen, Authority?
Look at. What? The fuck is this nonsense.
Empathy, what did you mean by this.
Something is terribly wrong.
Things are in order, aside from Empathy refusing to answer.
You don't get to ignore me.
Last warning, Crycloud.
You aren't looking hard enough.
That's still not an answer.
I can't help it.

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[CONTINUATION]
THE SPINAL CORD - After what feels like (and may well have been) an infinite expanse of time, the Spinal Cord towers above you, sprawling far below into nothing, and nothing again.
EMPATHY - The pain here is palpable. All of it is connected to the singular column that spreads the memories of Harrier DuBois' aching head to the smallest capillaries tucked away in his worn-down flesh.
THE SPINAL CORD- Old things lurk here.
EMPATHY - The church of a timeless god.
EMPATHY - You call out, wavering, for Encyclopedia- It's less words than it is raw emotion.
THE SPINAL CORD - The sound rattles along the vertebrae, warping the noise into an anguished cry.
EMPATHY - It very well could be. You look over to Drama, helpless. They know more about this than you do, surely.
THE SPINAL CORD - You have to admit that, with Empathy's numerous detours, you are not sure how you ended up here *at all*. Did he just sort of aimlessly wander?
EMPATHY - Maybe so. He seems a bit lost, still, yelling something you can barely pick apart, then giving you a long look as though he is expecting you to react to his strange display in any way.
DRAMA - You pretend to take in the scene a little longer, even though there's nothing truly remarkable about this place. An osseous column you can barely recognize as such for it's sheer scale and the vague idea of electricity that your metaphysical form communicates to you as the smell of ozone. By your estimation, you ended up *below* the Atlas somehow, on the very outer limits of the spinal nerves.
DRAMA - Satisfied with the length of uncomfortable pause you created, you finally adress Empathy with a wry smile.
DRAMA - "It was much *darker* where Our Dearest Bookkeeper went last time, was it not? Perhaps if we traveled inwards for a bit we shall find him there... Empathy, excuse us, but we can't fail to notice that you seem to be expecting something of us here. We were under the impression you had at least an *idea* of what to do here? Have we been mistaken?"
DRAMA - They revel in your confusion, swaying gently in the air despite the complete stillness of this place. You aren't sure what you expected from them.
EMPATHY - You aren't sure what you expect from yourself, now, to be fair. Anything and everything. Tears falling into the cracks of the image you'd built for yourself. Broken mirror, shattered glass.
EMPATHY - "It's all gut feelings. But heading further in is... probably a good start. Thank you, Drama."
DRAMA - It's actually quite nice to receive a Thank You. Not because it is a reaction you'd prefer over the usual (exasperation, annoyance, anger) but because...well, it *is* unusual.
DRAMA [Trivial: Success] - Your form allows you to keep a keen eye on Empathy, regardless of where he is or what else you might be interested in observing, but you choose to stay slightly behind to keep up the idea of him Leading The Way.
DRAMA - "Not a start, Dearest. We must be close. Last chance to hatch a plan, lest you go into this unprepared. With all due respect to your...spontaneity, a more systematic approach should be considered as well."
DRAMA - You're not worried (how would you?) - more awareness of his uncertain footing might just make the next confronation more explosive overall.
EMPATHY - Your gratitude ripples along their surface; absolutely taken in a way you didn't intend, but still. Taken, and not contested- which is as close as you can get to success with the Thespian.
THE SPINAL CORD - The feeling of relief ghosts along your back, before quickly fading into the background crackle of electricity.
DRAMA - Systematic. Planning. Intellect.
EMPATHY - You could sit here for hours, constructing the words in your head- and they'd all still fall to pieces, crumbling under you at the sight of him.
DRAMA - Dearest.
EMPATHY - You shake your head, reeling. No. "I can't, Drama. Unless you have any input, I just. I have to do this, now."
Something just happened.
...Mh?
Not under my watch. Details, Empathy.
I don't know. I just felt it, Authority. Was it you? Did you do something?
What the hell? Do we have a problem here, Empathy?
I think we might.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean.
Look at yourself through me. Did something happen, Authority?
Look at. What? The fuck is this nonsense.
Empathy, what did you mean by this.
Something is terribly wrong.
Things are in order, aside from Empathy refusing to answer.
You don't get to ignore me.
Last warning, Crycloud.
You aren't looking hard enough.
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AUTHORITY
I know- I know, something is wrong. Encyclopedia. I need a buffer, I can't look at Authority directly, not with- whatever is happening with him. I need *you* to relay what happened.
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Anything. Anything you need- I'm here now. What happened?
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Something just happened.
...Mh?
Not under my watch. Details, Empathy.
I don't know. I just felt it, Authority. Was it you? Did you do something?
What the hell? Do we have a problem here, Empathy?
I think we might.
What the fuck is that supposed to mean.
Look at yourself through me. Did something happen, Authority?
There may be a message that appears as though it may have been sent from my website. A malfunction. Don't bother with it. Delete it.
I won't post it if you'd like to keep it private, but I do want you to know that my... skills, for lack of a better term, are at your disposal. Under your command, if that helps.
Of course they are. However, I do not need them
...If that's true, then I won't press.