PST Conversation

	Soulless	The PST squiggles around its cell.
	Soulless	It's unsure how exactly this is done.
	Balthazaar	Sabina heads out too
	TheRaven	Will heads over to the PST's cell, eyeing it closely.
	Soulless	It squiggles around its cell. A voice slips to Will.
	Soulless	'..i remember you...'
	Soulless	'...its been... years... or decades... hello again...'
	Soulless	(It's been like, 1 day)
	TheRaven	"...what /are/ you?"
	Soulless	'...what are ... /you/...?'
	Soulless	'i am... of sleep... you are not... is that not.. simple?
	TheRaven	"Why are you here? Something about a warning?"
	Soulless	'...yes... they will come soon...'
	Soulless	'...and will... hurt you...'
	TheRaven	"What are 'they'?"
	Soulless	'...of the sleep...'
	Soulless	'...their envy has.. grown to anger.... and malice...'
	TheRaven	"So they're dreams made real?"
	Soulless	'...not real... yet... trying to become....'
	Soulless	'...but it must not be... you must... prepare...'
	TheRaven	"How do we prepare? I get the feeling this won't be a normal fight."
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	Soulless	'....salt... blood... the things precious to us...'
	Soulless	'..to remind... them... of what should be....'
	TheRaven	Will pulls out a notebook and writes that down. Definitely going to be important. "Blood...oh, Cait's gonna have fun with this. So when are they coming?"
	Soulless	'...do not know... soon...'
	Soulless	'...maybe in a few decades...?'
	TheRaven	"You don't do time so well, do you?"
	Soulless	'...no... time is not... of sleep...'
	TheRaven	"Alright. So will these things be from /our/ dreams? Or just whatever oozes out of wherever you came from?"
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	Soulless	'...the.... latter... but... also the former...'
	Soulless	'....the difference is... meaningless..'
	TheRaven	"Hm, nightmares are nightmares, I guess. So what should we expect when they get here?"
	Soulless	'...i do not know...'
	Soulless	'...i only know that... they will be strong... unless you prepare....'
	TheRaven	"So what else can we do to prepare, besides salt and blood?"
	Soulless	'...and crystals... a... food of water.... with herbs...'
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	TheRaven	"What kind of herbs?" He's writing all this down.
	Soulless	'... a married rose... a worted mug... and saint valerie ann..."
	Soulless	*'
	Soulless	'...you can add... sweetener... if one likes...'
	TheRaven	[Scribbling intensifies] "Anything else you can tell me that might help?"
	Soulless	'....the salt.. is to be colored calmly.. and sorrow... the bloood... on the entrances... are the children of those counted... before sleep... and the pillows.. must be adorned in clarity stone....'
	Soulless	'...these will remind them... and us... and you... of a time before the envy...'
	TheRaven	"Alright. Is that all for now?"
	Soulless	'...some have... the marks.... of them already...'
	Soulless	'....warn them....
	Soulless	'...your friends might help... their coming...'
	Balthazaar	The wendigo takes a break from its furious clawing at its cell door and wonders what became of its life, why it became this way, what happened to its family before the change, before the madness of the curse sweeps its mind away once more
	TheRaven	"Who's marked?"
	Soulless	'
	Soulless	'...i cannot... describe them...'
	Soulless	'...one, who touched deeply.. one... who is familiar with water.... one... who asked so many questions... maybe more...'
	Soulless	'it... has been years.. i can hardly remember so long....'
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	TheRaven	He nods. This might take some time to figure out. "That's good. I'll work on it."
	Sleepyfae	Maybe he should ask Evan what he thinks?
	Soulless	'....you...'
	Soulless	'...are of one track of mine...'
	Soulless	*mind
	TheRaven	"When it comes to protecting my people, you're damn right I am." He heads off.
	Soulless	'...i wish... i was your people, too...'
	TheRaven	~...~
	Sleepyfae	Careful what you wish for, little one.
	Soulless	The PST huddles in a ball in its bed. It wishes for much.