PUBLIC CHANNEL - DAY 157

[whattaprick]

Nightrider Lambert here. In case you haven't heard by now: the things on Kerner Island eat settled daemons. So find somewhere else to take a daytrip. If you go anyway, do me a favor and keep your radio on you. That way we can all hear what it sounds like when a soul gets eaten.

[ He's about to leave it on that cheerfully sarcastic note, but then the faint sound of a female voice chimes in, scolding. For those who've met her, they'll recognize it as Lambert's daemon, the golden-eyed polecat that wears a hawk's shape outside the carnival. ]

Lambert! You didn't have to say it like that!

[ It doesn't seem to shame him one bit, though, since Lambert's going to keep right on talking: ]

For those of you whose daemon hasn't settled yet, that doesn't mean you get to be an idiot about going out there. Slipping and breaking your neck would be a stupid way to die. That said, if you're interested in doing some nightrunner work--

Come find us! [ The daemon interrupts again, louder this time, and there's a brief sound of a scuffle before her voice finally comes through loud and clear. Now it's Lambert who sounds more distant (and distinctly annoyed), though she talks right over him. ] We've got a map and other things you can use!

[ ooc: Lambert and his daemon will both be replying to his post (and probably fighting over the radio button, honestly). For ease of clarity, her responses will be in italics! ]

Comments

[soft_focus]

....Are those the things that feel like nothing?

[It doesn't sound like it makes sense, but there Is a reason she uses that word.]

[whattaprick]

[ Scuffle scuffle, and it's Lambert again: ]

You're gonna have to be more specific than that.

[mirrortide]

They don't effect the panser- panzer-- bearzer- Whatever the heck they're called, the bears, right?

[The fact that she tried even at least three times to call the panserbjørn by the correct name is a miracle in and of itself.]

[whattaprick]

Most of people in the city seem to think so, but they don't seem to know much about the bears themselves. [ It's the daemon that chirps into the radio, her tone a little more audibly worried than Lambert's. ]

One witch said it still affects them... only more slowly, whatever that means.

[destiny_key]

...What d'you mean by nightrunner work?

[Lambert, you wouldn't be trying to coerce kids who have unsettled daemons into going to that island, would you?]

[whattaprick]

[ Well, Lambert couldn't coerce his way out of a paper bag, so he's just going to be blunt about it: ]

I'm looking for scouts. People to take a look around and report back. Locals say there's a facility on the island and I wanna know what condition it's in.

[hippocarnival]

[That's way up there on things Yuya doesn't want to experience, so...]

Got it. But what's stopping them from leaving the island?

[whattaprick]

Apparently, they won't cross the water.

But it wasn't always like that. They used to be everywhere.

[espigeon]

I'm settled as hell but there's two of me, so Julie could stay with one and I can just make a flyover. With the one that has wings.

[whattaprick]

[ Hmm, flying... that's convenient. ]

How good are you with a map?

[stillwinningthehardway]

[An apparent non sequitur:]

I think I'm supposed to be a witch here.

[whattaprick]

You just figured that out now?

[ Okay, Lambert shouldn't be so smug, but the only reason he knows this is because in his efforts to intimidate people into coughing up the good shit he's been nervously called 'witch' more than once. Scout has probably not abused her apparent status as much. ]

[kingsroads]

If anyone finds one of those "subtle knives", I'd greatly appreciate you bringing it to me for study.

[ nowhere in strange's mind does it occur to not mess with the dangerous worlds traveling object ]

[whattaprick]

No.

[ For once, Lambert and his daemon speak in unison, but while Lambert's voice is flat, hers is shrill and alarmed. The rare meeting of the minds is enough to make him pause for half a beat in surprise, before he goes on: ]

Anyone finds something like that, leave it where it is and don't give it to Strange.

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

If exploration is a goal
I have no external soul.

[Though panserbjørn armor might be their souls, Zecora has no certain sense of that from hers. She is certain that it is of her, a greater part than simple worn accouterments, but that is far from being the same thing.]

[whattaprick]

Honestly? I'm not sure that matters to these.

Can someone grow back a soul if they lose it?

[sunflowerfields]

Don't you even think about getting any of the youngsters here to go there for 'work'.

[whattaprick]

Why not?

[chronosynthesis]

Duly noted. But these spectres--if they cannot escape the island, it is reasonable to think they neither swim nor fly, correct?

[Syrlya's definitely considering ways he can still visit the island and not have to send non nightrunners if it can be helped.]

[whattaprick]

They don't go into the water, so the swimming's a safe assumption. As for flying ... Someone's going to try and fly over the place to give it a look. Guess we'll find out then.

[puddingemote]

So in Portland, the demons ate souls... but here, it's the demons that are getting eaten, because they're the souls...

This is confusing.

[Tamaki might not realize that it's not actually "demon" here.]

[whattaprick]

Don't think too hard about it.

[ Lambert's standard solution to everything! ]

We aren't the same things, you know. [ Indignant squeaking. ] I don't come from hell!

[moonfang]

Souleaters, huh? Yeah. Probably best to avoid that.

[His daemon's voice is also female, but is somehow.... off. Like his, it reverberates oddly, but there's something else weird about it. the rhythm? the tone? who knows, but it's unsettling]

Sounds like Hollows. Our sword could probably destroy them, then.

Hah! You're probably right! Or perhaps we could eat 'em. Maybe we should join the Nightrunners too?

[whattaprick]

Is there anything you won't eat?

[ Daemon knows. Daemon remembers, and sounds faintly disdainful too. ]

Eating things isn't really part of a nightrunner's job description. [ Lambert's amused, anyway. ]

[spaghettimonster]

I don't want to hear anybody's soul getting eaten.

Yeah! So tell them... to use your private channel?

[There's no scuffling over the radio; it seems Papyrus and Sistina are just outright sharing it.]

[whattaprick]

Sure, 'cause I'm sure that's the first thing they're going to remember to do once something starts eating 'em.

Don't encourage him.

[showmystar]

[There's a bit of static as Allen grips the communicator hard and pulls it close to his face. YES HELLO I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE]

That's convenient! I'm already planning an expedition. [Read as: he's already asked around and thinks he knows enough to hop on a boat and row there alone. JOY] I've spoken to the locals about it, but I'd appreciate any additional information.

[whattaprick]

[ Someone's excited about it. Given that he's aware Allen is a pretty dangerous individual himself, it doesn't ring any immediate alarm bells for Lambert. So... ]

If you've already spoken to the locals, I don't know that there's that much more to tell you. A couple of people are working on putting together and filling in a map, and there's a machine that can rip open doors to other worlds there. Oh, and a bunch of kids, and things that'll eat your daemon if you're settled, so there's that.