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[fadeling]

[Cole isn't really sure what to think about all of this, but he knows it isn't good. He doesn't like any of this. People are changing and it's not good changing. He could say that but he thinks that's probably obvious by now. People should know already.

He doesn't like when they change people. Those are the hardest to deal with.]

They're too loud. Not like before. Hurting and hurt and held together with rage.

[It's painful to listen to, and it's confusing everything else. That has to be the point, though, right?]

Gods with names like demons, games with the toys that try not to be played with. The tangles are tied too tight again.

I don't like being a toy.

[No one does, really.]

You should try to be hard to see. I can make you hard to see if you need it.

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[unitas]

How could you make someone hard to see? [ Not that she needs a ton of help not blending in (she does, she needs it so hard). ]

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[fadeling]

I just do. Small and silent, sneaking so their eyes slide over. There but they can't see.

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[unitas]

You can't possibly explain to me how? [ No how, no deal. She has already killed her double but she'd like to keep out of sight of her friends' doubles, which seem usually intent on murdering her or sharing way too much personal information for her to be comfortable with.

She'll stick with the fog. She may as well be invisible in the fog. ]

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[fadeling]

It's part of helping, being small.

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[unitas]

[ At this point, Sharon knows better than to get frustrated with Cole; he's a strange one, a strange thing from Cecily's world, and they may as well speak different languages at times. ]

So, just one of those powers you've got, huh? [ It's not like she could explain the ins and outs of her own powers. ] You should focus on your household, make sure Cecily stays safe.

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[fadeling]

Yes. [This explains everything.]

I'll try. She doesn't like sitting still.

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[unitas]

Most people don't. Make sure she has a couple bottles of wine and I think she'll be happy for a couple of days. [ Somewhat jokingly. Cecily is not an easily satiated woman, too adventurous and daring for her own good (and the good of those around her). With Cullen gone, she knows she needs to pay more attention to the older woman, watch for signs of trouble or pain—and keep her from trouble and pain as best she can in this place. ]

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[feelslikeimspilling]

[ This, twisted version of Will had already managed to take his originals place. He'd been busy ruining their life here, making it hard for him to go back to normal after this was all over. He'd been scanning over the network, looking for something or someone interesting to converse with. Will normally shy away from being social, not this Will, and Cole was saying some pretty interesting things. ]

It's not that they're too loud now... They were always loud. It hides inside them like a casket buried just below the chest. It's better this way, don't you think? You need the two sides to make a whole, to give reason and meaning. After all, what use is one glove, without the other?

[He tried not to laugh at the part about toys not wanting to be played with, I mean really, but was intrigued when he said that he could make it hard to be seen. ]

You should be careful who you offer that privilege to... You could be doing the world a great injustice. Hiding what doesn't wish to be seen, isn't always the best way forward. Sometimes we have to see to understand. Would you not rather be a little uncomfortable, than let others live in denial?

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[fadeling]

It's sighs and silence like screaming. It is louder. Hurting not healed anymore. Rage red and ruining, running past the people.

[That doesn't really explain much, but he tries.]

It helps to hide sometimes. I can't do it for very long but I can.

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[feelslikeimspilling]

[ Okay, actually... Talking to this guy was making Will feel a little uneasy. Something about what he was saying and the way he spoke just make him feel strange. He was the kind of person his original would probably take pleasure in conversing with. ]

Oh, I've been hiding for far too long. I thought It was my time to step into the light. Would you begrudge those who felt the same? We might not be as silent as sighing and whispering... But does that mean we have to remain hidden?

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[fadeling]

No. Not if it doesn't help. The loud ones are different and they hurt people. Hiding can help.

[feelslikeimspilling]

Forgive me for saying this but... You don't feel real to me.

[ Will, much like his original, was able to empathize and feel other people's emotions. This guy was triggering Will's senses off the scale. He felt like a dream or a memory. He didn;t feel like a person and it was unnerving. Whereas Will himself would have been overly interested. ]

[fadeling]

I almost wasn't real but I am. I'm not a person, though.

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[closerift]

[ hastily: ]

She's not there with you, is she? She's going to hurt you, Cole. You and Leliana.

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[fadeling]

No. I'm too small to see. [For the moment at least.]

Who will?

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[closerift]

My... whatever it is. The demon, the impostor.

[ And then, it case it isn't clear enough: ] Something is walking around here pretending to be me. She tried to kill me this morning.

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[fadeling]

[He almost asks why but at least he realizes that's a stupid question before he gets that far. If the double is really that angry, he could tell the difference... right?]

Then we should kill it back.

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[closerift]

I tried, but she escaped with a few small wounds. She knows how I fight because it's how she fights. She'll know you and Leliana, too.

[ The Inquisitor is also afraid her double will be able to pass herself off as the real thing. ]

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[fadeling]

I'll be careful. I can be too small for you to see too.

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[devilsavocado]

[ Ah, a post by someone who sounds more confused than evil, that's always good. ]

What's loud? Who's... "they?"

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[fadeling]

[Very good indeed.]

Them. Words and whispers and worries, making melodies of pain. The songs are sung but they should be silent.

[Good luck.]

[devilsavocado]

[ Matt is not... prepared for this. But that's okay. ]

So like, thoughts? You can hear people's thoughts?

[ Um. ]

As... songs?

[fadeling]

I hear what hurts so I can heal it. Sometimes it sings.

[devilsavocado]

[ Is that a yes or a no? What. ]

So it's more like... feelings? Or can you hear pain as well?

[ This is actually fascinating if it's at all true. ]

[fadeling]

Yes. Memories made or forgotten, pain pulling at people. It's louder when they're angry.

[Like now, when everything is so confusing. And there's more of the people than there were before.]