NPC Inbox: Fear

[lingeringfear]

[Fear's inbox message is simply a crackling of static, with vague thumps here and there. It goes on for about thirty seconds before cutting short, like the sound was snapped off.]

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Dec 03 | Text

[unitas]

I wanna know about the Door.

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[lingeringfear]

What about it, exactly?

[backdated to january arrival, video]

[werewolfing]

[the video comes on to show a scruffy guy sitting in fear's shrine. given the angle he's sitting at, his feet are probably propped up on something.]

So do you gods make deals? Cause I want cigarettes, and I'm willing to trade.

[he is also smoking one of those aforementioned cigarettes.]

[video]

[lingeringfear]

[Fear tilts his head when he realizes where Peter is, a little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.]

We do. And I can give you what you want, if you're willing to help me.

[Video] /backdated slightly to the 11th

[thechoiceisyours]

[Chris really hopes this isn't going to turn out to be a mistake.

He almost uses text, but decides video is probably going to be better as far as making sure he doesn't accidentally piss Fear off or something. Also he probably looks half terrified, so that shouldn't hurt.]

Um... Hi. I-I was--there's something I wanted to ask, if that's okay?

[Video]

[lingeringfear]

[Hey, he's always happy to see people terrified. Fear smiles, though it's a little too sharp to be friendly.]

Of course. What is it?

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[unitas]

Where is it you hide in this place? You are hiding, right?

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[lingeringfear]

I'm not hiding.

Are you looking for me?

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[wipedclean]

[There's silence for a long moment. Mostly he was curious, but now that he's actually here he's not really sure what to say.]

What was all of that supposed to be?

[All the sound. It was weird.]

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[lingeringfear]

All of... what?

[Curiously.]

24th

[unitas]

You've really got to work on your gift giving. Send me home, instead.

[ she cried and trashed her apartment when she opened the box. she hates this fucking place so, so much. ]

[lingeringfear]

You know I can't do that.

Do you not like it?

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[stepford_smiler]

I heard that you're the one to ask for cigarettes. What is the payment for three cartons?

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[lingeringfear]

How many is in a carton?

video;

[pellameno]

Fear? I'd like to make a deal. Peter used to trade you something for cigarettes?

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[lingeringfear]

Yes.

[Thoughtfully.]

Several of you have by now. The deal is that you give me memories which were fearful to you and in exchange, I'd give you what you wanted.

[avephoenix]

[At some point towards the end of the zombie invasion, Kate and Faith head to Fear's temple to leave Fear a little present.

Enjoy your little mountain of zombie corpses!]

[lingeringfear]

[Well, that's... something at least?

Thanks, bro.]

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[unitas]

I'm sure you know I've done it by now.

[ she even brought extras, and some were foolish enough to stick with her the whole time. ]

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[lingeringfear]

Yes.

You did very well.

[The more fear, the merrier. Bringing everyone along was icing on the cake.]

[text]

[infinite1up]

Hello, Fear!

If you're capable of having a look at the area around Hope's temple, there's something going on that you might enjoy.

[text]

[lingeringfear]

Is this another pile of dead bodies?

text. oct 13.

[edibles]

Why the fuck did you open the door?

text.

[lingeringfear]

I wanted power. It's not that hard to understand, is it?

text. jan 12th

[unitas]

Can you make it so people can't get inside of my head? Or read my thoughts or memories?

text.

[lingeringfear]

You want my protection?

action; backdated to before the temples were destroyed...

[hasitsthorns]

[ 'Sup, you Fabio looking god. Rose hasn't interacted with Fear as much as the others, but finding songs about fear are actually kind of easy. She sticks with a personal favorite, something close to home but also to do about being scared, so.

Here goes nothing. ]

I am a man who walks alone. And when I'm walking a dark road at night or strolling through the park when the light begins to change, I sometimes feel a little strange. A little anxious when it's dark. Fear of the dark, fear of the dark; I have a constant fear that something's always near. Fear of the dark, fear of the dark; I have a phobia that someone's always there.

Have you run your fingers down the wall and have you felt your neck skin crawl when you're searching for the light?Sometimes when you're scared to take a look at the corner of the room. You've sensed that something's watching you. Fear of the dark, fear of the dark; I have a constant fear that something's always near; Fear of the dark, fear of the dark. I have a phobia that someone's always there

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[lingeringfear]

[And this pops up on her phone not long after.]

Is that all?

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[fracturedbeauty]

Hello, Fear-chan. I have a request. I would like to obtain cigarettes. It doesn't have to be anything fancy. Tobacco in paper as the old-fashioned way will do just fine. What would I have to do to get such a thing out of you?

Video

[lingeringfear]

In the past, I've kept agreements with others- fearful and traumatic memories that you relive while in my temple will keep you supplied for a time.

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[godofthemachine]

Why did you put me in this body? How did you put me in this body?

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[lingeringfear]

Not my doing. I'm not the body specialist.

What are you supposed to look like?

mar 15. text.

[beanstalk]

I'm flattered.

You always pick people that challenge you to do your dirty work?

[lingeringfear]

Maybe you were just the last on the list.

[einselective]

'A great fit for your team'? Let me explain something to you. I have not, and will not, cooperate or assist you or any of your fellow so-called deities in any of your endeavors, past, present, OR future. Keep your blessings because nobody here wants any part of whatever you're offering!

[lingeringfear]

Hm. Maybe I should have offloaded you onto Rage when I had the chance.

( voice )

[chantes]

I'd like to make a trade.

( voice )

[lingeringfear]

Oh? What sort of trade?

[chantes]

( He asked not to both him for a while but he also looks like he could do with the help. Leliana doesn't know if fear will heal him but given it was the source of his power the addition strength couldn't hurt to try.

So without warning that she's going, because he should know anyway, she goes to his temple, ready to stay for a few more days.

He's already helped them. This is the least that she can do )

[lingeringfear]

[After everything is over- several weeks later, in fact- Leliana will open her front door to find a small box on her doormat. When opened, several moths flutter aimlessly out, leaving a green sphere resting alone inside.

There's no note, but Fear is confident that she'll know why.]

[unitas]

[ Sharon knows he has no interest in being bothered, likely has no interest in pointless or useless shows of gratitude, but Sharon finds herself outside the temple regardless, buckets of paint in her knapsack, along with brushes, papers, pencils, and charcoal. She doesn't say a single word as she gets to work on one of the temple corners. On occasion, she hums as she works, letting a verse slip out once every now and then as she tilts her head to change perspective. She can already feel the effects of being in his temple but fear is and has always been a staple in her life, so, as always, it's easily ignorable.

It takes a couple of hours for her to finish, starting first with the vague shape of something spider-like. The long legs soon have hands, hands that grasp at the heads of mannequins, and then their faces take on detail; there's horror in their eyes by the time she's finished, mouths ajar, long body part splitting and broken, bloodied and hungry for a new head.

She adds a few additional shadows, a few more details to make it appear as if it's ready to crawl right out of the wall and then she's done.

This is her gratitude. ]

[lingeringfear]

[She's unbothered while she paints- Fear is aware of her presence of course, even watching her from time to time, but other than a few wisps of emerald smoke licking at the corners of the room, there's no trace of him. He isn't yet strong enough to manifest himself physically, but he keeps the temple quiet for her, allows her to work in peace.

When she returns to her home, she'll find a message on her phone from him.]

Your mind will be protected again soon.

text. what hiatus.

[torrefied]

What would you require from me in exchange for cigarettes? I know you deal in fear, broadly, but I'm asking about specifics.

text.

[lingeringfear]

I generally have people give me their fear. Come to my temple, stand next to the altar, and relive a memory of when you were afraid. For that, I'll give you what you need.

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[dreamsallotted]

I understand your the God to talk to for cigarettes. Do you do alcohol to?

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[lingeringfear]

I can. Don't you humans have a new bar for that?

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[unitas]

Those Null things came to say hi. [ At the moment, there's no way she's going to any other god, regardless of their power. She's burned too many bridges for that. ] And I'm going to go ahead and say that's not a good thing for you. Or us.

[ A creature that doesn't feel is much more dangerous than one that does and if they found their way into Hope's intranet then it's possible they're reading their messages right now. ] Can we talk in person?

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[lingeringfear]

My temple.

[Is all he says.

He'll be in the temple when Sharon shows up, well-rested and back to his normal-powered self. Still, that doesn't mean he looks pleased. Far from it, Fear seems to be an image of concern, with his arms folded across his chest and leaning back against the altar. He's frowning, hair pulled back, and is quite still, statuesque where he stands until he hears her footsteps approaching.]

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[filmthenight]

Hell, Mr. Fear, I was hoping you could help me with something, and I'm certain it would be beneficial to you as well.

You see, I thought maybe we could start a scary story club, and tell each other stories until we scream without having to personally push anyone over the edge. I thought this might help you get some of the strength, is it strength? that you need!

So, all I'm asking is maybe you can provide or create a location that we can situate a bunch of people comfortably, with a creepy interiour design. Kind of dark, maybe tattered curtains and an abandoned, haunted house feel? Is that too much to ask?

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[lingeringfear]

Do you have others interested in the idea? I like it, but it would be a shame to let all that energy go to waste if it's just you sitting in an empty room.