israh-lukas

[israh-lukas]

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[israh-lukas]

"Yeah. I don't think they're really called gods by most - I'm just in the midst of unlearning and relearning things - and that term is the easist way I know how to refer to it."

"Huh, well, I'm sure he also benifits from not only the pay - but housing so many items full of fear? I really don't see the point in taking these things in, possibly endangering workers, if not for some positive gain. But - what do I know? I'm just... glad to not have The Mother medling in my life."

Israh looks around at some of the other artifacts after a moment, and then shakes their head.

"Uhm - Thank you. I know it's your job but - still. Nice to have that off my hands - and to have a chat. Oh - and if the fog doesn't fully leave when I'm gone, find someone to talk with for a while. It should leave if you're not locked up all on your own."

They smile, the fog thickens around them, and in a moment, they're gone.

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

"Yeah - it's my fear.. god - thing. I think it's typically called The Lonely. Apologies if that has been confusing at all. Oh - yes-!"

They look over the forms one more time to be sure they've not missed anything, and nod as they see that they haven't. They gather the papers and hand them back to Silvester.

"Oh, there's a slim chance that the address might just.. fade quicker than the rest of the information. If it does - it's Moorland House, in Kent."

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

They're quiet as he explains, and while theres a curiosity to follow his gaze, they keep their focus on him.

"Oh, huh. Thankfully I've not had to feel the demanding thing since before I became an avatar."

Israh puts their hands up at the apology and laughs a little before shaking their head.

"No, not as far as I know. And - it's fine - I asked in the first place, no? And being here is probably the more likely thing to make that happen. The Forsaken doesn't care much for knowledge, mostly just isolation."

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

"Uh, yeah, basically-! You summed that up a lot better than I did pfh-. I shouldn't be surprised though, institute worker and all."

"Speaking of - if I can ask - does it not bother you? The 'being watched' feeling?"

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

"Oh- cool. Bet that's pretty useful, no? Is it just for the artifacts?"

"Ah... right. So - yes and no? The fog itself- no. It isn't really sentient? Not in the way that we are. At least not from what I've really gathered. But the other avatars of the Forsaken - I don't know that they're listening, but I do know that our voices can carry through the fog if we aren't careful. And - I've already been a bit of an issue for the Lukas' so if Peter puts together where I am it may not end well."

They ramble, over-explaining things that they think aren't as obvious, and not explaining at all what they think is.

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

"... That's - a better response than I expected - but uhm.. be wary of the fog. If anyone - summons it."

They show a tight smile as they give the warning, feeling very much akward. They nod and take the paper from him, emanating the same cold as the fog.

"Right. Thanks- oh and, I don't remember the exact date I found it, is that important for the documentation - or can it be more of an estimate?"

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

"No- no you don't need to apologize- I don't want it to take you or anything - that's all."

They tilt their head at the question and give a half-shrug.

"Kind of? More so when I'm not actively socializing. And paperwork has always been a thing that get really focused in on. I think it's also pissy with me so took the opportunity to come up while I was distracted."

They frown and again try to wave some of it away, but it's still not really budging.

"Sorry about the cold too - comes with the fog."

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

The fog is cold, but somehow welcoming. It tries to wrap around his hands as he plays with it. As the silence goes on, the fog gets thicker, and simultaneously tries to shroud Silvester's hands entirely, as Israh is almost indecipherable within it. After another long beat, Israh turns to ask a clarifying question with one of the forms and... just stares for a moment.

"Oh - shit - sorry! Uhm - don't mess with it too much -"

They try to wave the fog away, to make it dissapate quickly, but it doesn't really budge. Gets a slight bit thinner, but also colder.

"I didn't think that it would crop up so quickly - I promise I wasn't trying to make it.. happen."

They stumble over their words, expecting there to be some anger about them trying to take him to the Lonely, even if they know they weren't trying to.

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

"Right- well if they can be trusted... then that should be fine."

Israh nods and starts to work through the forms. As they get more focused on them, fog starts to gather around them. They seem not to notice, and for a beat too long don't reply to him.

"Hmm-? Oh.. yeah, yeah that's fine."

They speak with a far-off tone, not looking up from the forms as they do. The fog gets thicker as they lose themselves to the mundane-ness of filling out documents.

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

"Oh, no it's uh- it's fine. I had to be told that theres a chance it's hooked to a fear."

They speak a bit quieter, and fog slightly gathers around their feet. They don't immediately recognize it.

Huh... I don't really have a third person- but if that part isnt necessary... then I'll set it up like that. Just to keep it away from the chance of leaving.

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

"Hm? No need - I'm only learning the actual muck behind all of them."

They absolutely just assume he's just apologizing about not knowing. They tilt their head at the question, then frown a bit.

"It's not really an heirloom, and - collectors or not - I don't think it'll be good to keep around if theres even the slightest chance that it has any sway in manipulation. "

"Uh - if I sign that paperwork, does it keep anyone else from checking it out..?"

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

Eh - no, not the Beholding. The Mother of Puppets is - er.. fear of manipulation. That choices you make aren't your own? I think at least. I just learned this the other day-.

And as far as I could tell - it didn't do anything. Though with the relization of its tie to the web - I think that thing makes a person more blind to manipulations? I've had it my whole life and grew up in a cult. Then got pulled into another. Think it probably had something to do with that, in hindsight.

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

They listen and set the item down. A key made of pure agate. They're quiet for a beat and then sigh.

"I found it at Hilltop road. It was a long time ago now, but I've recently learned that the place I found it indicates that it could have something to do with the Mother."

[A thin veil of fog stretches across the storage room's floor, and suddenly a person appears out of no-where. The fog quickly gathers up around the majority of their body despite them trying to maje it dissipate.]

'Er- hello. I've got something that seems to possibly be an artifact of the web. Thought it'd be best to bring it here."

- 🌫

[Silvester was just fixing an old chessboard onto the shelf with the appropriate amount of museum glue at the bottom - merely a dab, but a consistent one - when he felt shivers crawl up his spine from the cold. The fog dissipated just as he turned to look at it, and instead his eyes met with the intruder.]

...Hello. Did Eryn let you in?

[But his question goes unanswered.]

Right. Please, set it down on the table over there so I can evaluate your find.

[israh-lukas]

Eh, usually not hard to do that. Hopefully luck helps me out though

Yeah, I'd love to find some sort of lawyer to work out a divorse but I don't think there are lawyers who work with the fears. Sadly.

Twenty two! The marriage actually happened on my birthday, so every year I get to remember my mistake. Fun!

-🌫

..holy shit you’re my age. Why the hell did you get married at 22? Like, ignoring the whole “eldritch fear thing”, that’s just a terrible idea. Good god you could’ve gotta married to my brother

[israh-lukas]

Well, if the Webs whole thing is manipulation - I think I've had more than enough for my lifetime... so if they do take it that's more than fine by me. Assuming it doesn't - get brought back.

Ha - I'm sure Peter isn't going to be thrilled about me mingling about the Institute. That'll be funny, at least.

Yeah, I'd love to find some sort of lawyer to work out a divorse but I don't think there are lawyers who work with the fears. Sadly.

Twenty two! The marriage actually happened on my birthday, so every year I get to remember my mistake. Fun!

-🌫

..holy shit you’re my age. Why the hell did you get married at 22? Like, ignoring the whole “eldritch fear thing”, that’s just a terrible idea. Good god you could’ve gotta married to my brother

[israh-lukas]

D'you know a good place to do that? I feel like if I just chuck it somewhere in the house it won't just stay

Yeah, I'd love to find some sort of lawyer to work out a divorse but I don't think there are lawyers who work with the fears. Sadly.

Twenty two! The marriage actually happened on my birthday, so every year I get to remember my mistake. Fun!

-🌫

..holy shit you’re my age. Why the hell did you get married at 22? Like, ignoring the whole “eldritch fear thing”, that’s just a terrible idea. Good god you could’ve gotta married to my brother