voice; @kingofwei

[pure_havoc]

[he opens with a deep sigh, tired and slightly pained]

My fellow citizens of Beacon...

The recent visits by spirits appear to have been fruitful, in the sense that some of us have learned new things about this world and the past. If you have something valuable to share, I encourage you to speak up. I am less concerned about network security these days so we need not purposefully meet in person. I should like to know what you all know, and in turn, I have some disturbing news of my own.

The spirit who met me...I believe, strongly, was actually one of my own people, from my world. A foe, in the past, whose death impacted me personally. I have no evidence aside from the sensations of his thoughts, which in the dream state is hard to be sure is real, but my experience is difficult to interpret any other way. This means that the spirits are not just the former residents of Beacon from before the darkness, they are also...us. Our own. Others like us who were brought here upon death and forced to try to rectify the situation before it's too late. It is very likely that in time, we too will become masked spirits.

Hence, 'what is death to a dead thing?' Their deaths brought them here, and the world turned them into what we see.

[a long pause. Not because the rest is difficult but because that's such a heavy thought and he's not managing it well]

Additionally, through his memory of still being human, I have discovered the location of some sort of bunker, a storage space hidden behind a thick metal door. The 'plutonium' that the Night Market wanted so badly is apparently kept there. If the Wild Hunt is no longer a threat, it may be safe to mount an expedition to recover it, I have the location written down as I remember it being given to my mind. However, I think the more urgent and prudent expedition should be to Helix Station, if Weaver would be so kind as to transport us. I will have plans made to leave within two days of now. Do let me know if you wish to join me, I have already spoken to some but would like to settle it.

Please, share with me what you have all learned.

Comments

Text @ Soldier

[worthallthis]

I went to the spirits four times.

Time 1, Merwen: Can confirm many spirits were once like us. Saw one of our own "lantern havers" turn into the junkyard dog spirit. This is also where green-eyes come from, spirit confirmed. Spirits must make their masks, it grows from them (so do not try to remove ever). Maybe made a friend of the spirit that calls themselves Flesh Horse. Has a long tongue.

Time 2, Reiju: Saw lantern havers try to fight the world eaters and die. They were violent and turned away spirit help so most spirits turned on them, went green-eyed. Spirits that get too close to the world eaters go mad and try to kill, "become enthralled by death" they said. Felt it inside the spirit, fighting it, because they wanted to help not hurt. Spirit then said that if we are friends leaders uniters more would be able to resist and help against the world eaters. Maybe made a friend with the scarecrow spirit.

Time 3, Misty and Inspector Javert: Spirit was an original Beacon resident, Bryson Langstrom. Saw the aftermath an attack on a world eater through cameras right before he died. He thought it worked. He was very angry and very damaged, though the spirit seemed less angry now. He made a note to think "the power plant is the safest place in town". We should probably find it.

Time 4, Pudding: Rye-mother showed us fields that might still be fertile if we can find them. Where many lantern havers tried to kill her and her companions and steal her grain without payment. She suggested we should care for the fields in spring. It may have been a metaphor (I am bad at recognizing those) or it may have been literal.

It seems very much like having good relationships with the spirits will continue to help us, even against the world eaters. And that they are more like us than not, even the green eyes.

[pure_havoc]

What an excellent trove of information, thank you. You have done extremely well, along with all your companions.

Then the commander is right and finding the power plant should also be a priority, though I do like the sound of those fields.

[worthallthis]

The fields will not be useful until spring anyway. She said "It is harvest time, and nobody has come to plant. Little grows this year in this lifeless place. Come spring, will you care for the fields?" So I think we have time, and the station and power plant and wild hunt caves should take precedence. We just need to make sure we can find her and give her payment and not hurt her again.

[Soldat may be kind of protective of these spirits.]

[pure_havoc]

Yes, that does not sound metaphorical at all, rather literal. I am well acquainted with the need for farmers and fields to supply a town or an army. I would gladly offer whatever tribute the spirits need in order to maintain this resource.

[you know, so long as it's not the corpses of its victims or anything]

[worthallthis]

[Yeah, they wouldn't be super into that, either.]

I am not good at plants but it does seem very important.

I will come to Helix station, too. I promised Weaver I would when she tuned up the arm.

[pure_havoc]

I will gladly have you along. Your diligence is exactly what we need to make sure no stone goes unturned, so to speak.

[worthallthis]

[Cao Pi is really laying on the compliments today. They're embarrassed and a little uncertain about it. Ever since taking "leadership" Cao Pi has done... very little. Nothing to disrupt anything. Maybe their fear was a little of an over-reaction.

Maybe.]

Yes sir. Please tell me when we are ready to call the submarines.

[pure_havoc]

[of course he is, but it's all to make sure his favorite, reliable resources feel appreciated. Is it working?]

The morning of the fifth should be sufficient to give everyone time to prepare. I do not know how long it takes for the boats to travel and get loaded, but we should be underway by noon at the latest.

[worthallthis]

[Not particularly. They're still uncertain, and have a hard time accepting compliments even from people they care about. But they're thinking, anyway.]

Good thank you. I will be prepared.