emergensirations (
emergensirations) wrote in
irisnetwork2020-04-03 12:08 pm
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You know, at first I thought I had you all wrong. I thought these April pranks were cool and that you finally understood stuff. I thought we could have a good time and we wouldn't even leave any corpses behind. But noooo. I mean, come on, you guys switch bodies and stuff it's "just a prank" and "all in good fun" but when I want to make a friend I'm "evil" and "a danger to everyone around me". You guys are lame. This isn't a fun trick at all. >::(
[They definitely stole Héctor's phone to send this.]
[They definitely stole Héctor's phone to send this.]

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But okay.
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And I like to help my friends. Death happens.
[We're not talking about guilt.]
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The latter means more.
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I have not heard of any that need or want hosts, however.
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My kind requires hosts. It's specific to my species of Daemon. It's how we grow! I don't know why you haven't heard of us. But I don't think I've heard of you either, so it works out.
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There is a reason no one knows who I am.
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My hosts are silly sometimes, but I still love them. They're beautiful. There are so many wonderful things about them. And when they pick me, I get to be part of it. And I can protect them from the ones who are wrong.
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They are greedy and selfish and only wish to use you for their own desires. What about that is beautiful?
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[They're nodding sagely.]
Every being wants. I don't think that's bad.
My hosts call me for help. They feel alone and trapped and so they call me. They give me a body, and they give me their soul, and I get to grow with them. I can experience the joys of life, I can feel their happiness when I make their dreams come true, and I can know the beautiful feeling of togetherness. Some of them create such beauty. Some of them fix things or help others. Some of them are cruel but still, they live so free. They have little things like ice cream and big things like bridges as tall as mountains. They change and become all the time, all on their own too. Sometimes they get to me, and they love me, and that's the best of all. There is so much that is beautiful. It's sad that no one sees it.
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