Postdated to after the rescue

[butthemiracleneverhappen]

It has... come to my attention that my Overlay, while... under the influence of that foul thing... inflicted several Travellers with a particular form of madness that I am all too familiar with.


It's original vector is not Eldritch but rather parasitic, and I have reproduced a treatment from my world of origin.

I am a carrier, immune, and my presence suppresses it.

I will provide this treatment without obligation or any strings attached, for the safety of all Travellers, myself not least of all.

...no one should have to suffer it's effects.

I regret that it must be injected, as I know that is... a... a common feature of the paranoid phantasies of those affected. This is important enough that I have been forced to confirm it in the Red.

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[butthemiracleneverhappen]

A witch and those who play their games cannot utter a falsehood in the Red. As for why and how, blame Beatrice, not me; she codified that rule.

Although I know there's a trick to other forms of image projection. A certain very orange person was quite skilled at it.

[biiowiired]

I'm... definitely not a witch. [[ Especially not a future Batterwitch.... ]] More of a mage I guess? [[ He'd call attention to having blasted a hole in the defenses of "Bernthotep", but he's not sure if she remembers, and also he's still shaken from having died. He'll leave that entire mess for some dark corner of a nightmare instead. ]]

I've seen him around. What's birdguy's name?

[butthemiracleneverhappen]

Davesprite. Or perhaps that's his title. He's quite unmistakable if you have color perception to begin with.

The sort of Witch I am is... immensely improbable in most worlds, I am given to understand.

[biiowiired]

Oh him. He's got special powers, too. He can fuck around with time apparently. Don't see what that has to do with color coding text. Maybe he's got some other weird shit going on. Like being eye-searing orange just gives him the power to inflict that on everyone else.

[[ So far so good, looks like this witch isn't displaying any desire to either enslave him or get possessed by a Horrorterror and kill him. Again. ]]

Everyone back home colors their text. I know this isn't really text, more like psychic words, but I still feel weird not doing it.

[butthemiracleneverhappen]

Curious. The Red, the Blue, and the Gold are magical techniques, aid to the detective in a mystery ritual. There's... more to it than mere color.

Time powers. Hah. I should speak with him. It used to be that I could move sideways, while most who speak of time travel go forwards and back. I became a Witch by seeking and finding a miraculous timeline, a Golden Ending.

Few know or should know what Bad Endings I was escaping.

[biiowiired]

Bad endings. Sounds like you almost got stuck in meta hell to me.

Those colors, though. [[ He comes back to that, highly interested. ]] They're.... important to me too, in different ways.... Um, red and blue are my favorite colors. [[ It's technically the truth, but he's not about to divulge the secret of his esoteric coding, which depended on red and blue text in spite of the lack of logic this entailed. Who ever heard of color being important in otherwise bare code? But like magic, he makes it work somehow. ]]

And gold, it's my caste color. [[ It all seemed trivial now he'd told someone. Why had he thought it important to anyone but himself? Stupid.... ]] So, did the Golden Ending work out?

[butthemiracleneverhappen]

Meta hell, my dear, is a state deeply familiar to all Witches of my world.

...The girl I once was saw her summer vacation, after thousands of years of spring. The sought for miracle occurred. I will not call it a happy ending. But it was a proper ending.

[biiowiired]

Holy shit. You spent.... how long sifting through alternate timelines? [[ He counted by sweeps, not knowing what 'years' were, but it seemed like a long time the way she talked about it. ]]

[butthemiracleneverhappen]

Far too many. "A thousand years" is more poetry than literal truth. But it was more than a thousand repetitions of the events that usually resulted in my death.

...In hers. Rika Furude.

[biiowiired]

Were you sort of Infiltrating then too, or did you change your name?

[[ Changing one's name, or at least one's title, was a big deal. It usually marked a great change in one's life. He took his title when he'd decided he was brave enough to openly stand up to the Empire.

[[ He had enough presence of mind not to ask if she had multiple personality disorder. ]]

[butthemiracleneverhappen]

There who I was before I came into my power. And there is Frederika Bernkastel, the Witch of Miracles, that came after suffering those games.

So. More the second than the first.

[biiowiired]

Miracles have a.... certain connotation where I come from. What do they mean to you?

[butthemiracleneverhappen]

It means the virtually impossible and the shockingly improbable. Things that one must be truly desperate to hope for. Anything where the chance, though vanishingly small, is still not zero.

It stands opposed and equal to Certainty, the greater than 99 percent chance; and the Endless, Beatrice's forte, which... I do not understand well.