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Who: Sam Winchester
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When: Today!

These masks continue to be a pain in the ass, huh?

But I guess the alternative is being laid up in bed sick — which I don't recommend, in case you're feeling brave, because seeing the people who took off their masks isn't inspiring any faith here. As for me, I'm needing a little break from travelling around down there in all that questionable toxin. Not exactly my cup of coffee, you know? Prefer more open roads, more green and, uh. An ocean I can smell and not go into coughing fits over.

Maybe I'll just spitball some stuff to pass the time while I question what I'm eating from these kitchens? I'm feeling nosy. Call it an acquired skill set, being nosy. Back in the other place I was trapped in, I mostly gathered information about our bestiary; monsters from all kinds of worlds would fall into the world with us, and I did my fair share of fighting some pretty rough creatures. Including the killer rabbits that would try to sabotage my garden. They're small, fast, and aim for the jugular, FYI.

Anyway, pick a number, any number —

1. Favorite fairy tale, ghost story, or piece of folklore.
2. Favorite thing about the other worlds you've been to? (Least favorite, too, if you're feeling like getting it off your chest? I'm a crappy psychiatrist, fair warning.)
3. Ever run into people who know you from a book, movie, or game? Or, uh... manga?
4. War games — which do you prefer, and why?
5. Magic in your world: real or fiction?

I figure I'm being totally transparent, but I'm a big fan of information gathering. But it's also... actually really nice to be in one place long enough to get to know people. How often do you have the chance to learn about alternate universes? Small pluses.

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Yeah, I think I follow. Gods in this world are formed through strong belief?

Edited 2016-04-12 00:29 (UTC)

Strong belief, and prayer. Belief alone won't do it- There has to be a reason for its creation, a need to be fulfilled. You could say belief forms their body, but prayer is what gives them a role, a domain. A god can't form without a purpose.

For Pasha, that was the hunt. Under his blessings, people multiplied, growing more numerous. Over a thousand years, their numbers multiplied so much that even with Pasha's blessings... People just couldn't hunt enough fast enough to feed their numbers. So, they began to develop agriculture, and farming. Hunting was still necessary, but no longer the sole pillar of survival.

Pasha didn't like that.

[He sighs.]

And usually when a god doesn't like something, they throw a big dangerous fit, right?

Yeah. You got it.

Whenever someone began to farm, his arrows would rain from the sky. People were... Well, my world has these special locations called 'save points'. If you use one, if you're killed, you resurrect there.

So, Pasha killed anyone who tried to farm, and razed those farms to the ground. Anyone who didn't learn after that would starve, since they couldn't farm, and Pasha's blessings would no longer allow them to find food to hunt, either. But it wasn't enough- after a thousand years, Pasha had grown arrogant from his worship. The next time a farm was found, he first destroyed the save point, then burned the farm. Everyone there died. Permanently.

The only survivor was a young adult named Betyl. She had been out wandering, and returned to find her home was destroyed. All she could do was leave in her grief. She just wandered aimlessly, growing weaker, until she was found and saved by another wandering tribe, and their high priest, Sessho.

... I think I can follow.

[Like Mario flags, huh.]

Sounds terrible though. That kind of thing really changes a person.

[Betyl is likely a lot like him, when Dean died and went to hell.

He wandered aimlessly facing death, until Ruby had found him. Back when he'd thought she was truly one of the good guys, however demonic and callous she was at times. She had a tender touch. Sam still hates to think about those nights. And those dark, deep talks.

He clears his throat.]

She and Sessho became close?

Yeah. Sessho at first wouldn't believe her, so she brought her back to see the ruins of her home. Disillusioned, Sessho joined Betyl to wander. With Sessho's hunting skills, they helped those in need- Sessho brought back meat from hunts to feed those who had lost Pasha's blessings, while Betyl taught them how to farm with crops that grew underground, where even Pasha's eyes couldn't see.

Over time, the two of them even fell in love. But, well... Pasha couldn't miss the absence of his high priest for long. And once he realized he had been betrayed, and set out to punish both the survivor and the traitor. People they spoke to were struck down by his arrows just for speaking with them, and any place they visited burned soon after. Still, as long as no one else was being permanently killed, and they had each other, they thought they could endure it, even if they couldn't see anyone else.

But despite what happened to any who met with them, other tribes still sought their help.

What about... other gods? Didn't any higher being question or challenge Pasha?

There were none. Pasha was the only god.

And he knew it. He reveled in his power, knowing none could touch him, because what could possibly have the power to kill a god? So he continued his atrocities. And as they arrived at the next tribe, they only arrived in time to see the save point destroyed, and arrows rain down and kill everyone else there. So, they finally decided to hunt down Pasha, and make sure he wouldn't kill anyone else. The prosperity of humans and the Beast Tribes rode on it, after all.

And what was their plan?

... Wing it and hope for the best?

The plan was to kill him.

Pasha made his home in the God's Forest, where no mortal could hope to find their way. So Sessho and Betyl burned the forest down to force him into the open. And, with Sessho's spear and Betyl's scythe, they fought a god. Two people shouldn't be able to kill a god, but... Sessho and Betyl's love for each other was so strong, they would not fall. Neither of them would die and leave the other alone.

Faced with two he could not kill, Pasha fell. But as he was dying, he hadn't given up. He did not have the power to attack them again, so instead he used his remaining power to curse them- He sealed them both in separate prisons of stone, and hurled them into the sky. These prisons became the moons, watching over the planet.

... But they can only see outside of their prisons when their moon is full, so they can only see each other once every ten years, when both moons are. Pasha's last act of vengeance was to separate them, knowing no damage could hurt them compared to not being able to be with each other.

It's said they still wait up there to be freed, so they can be with each other again. Until then, they look out over the world and bless the love of those below.

... That's terrible.

[He sounds so sad for them, okay.]

Isn't there a way to release them? Or is that too risky?

[hello i'm sam and i take all stories with some seriousness]

It's a twelve-thousand-year-old story... No one knows how true it is.

... But when I was little, I wanted to learn magic to see if I could free them.

Well, hey, I learned back home a story as old as my planet was real.

You never know, right? Could be worth looking into.

Maybe. First I have to bring my world back, though.

Besides, focus on the other part. It's still a love that's lasted twelve thousand years. It's something amazing, right?

Sure is. Hard to find people who'd dedicate themselves to each other than fully.

It's no wonder they were so strong together, huh?

Yeah. I just wish we knew anything about them, really.

Maybe someday... I think most stories have a lot more going on. After they end.

True, but... Most stories don't end with being trapped in the moons. I'm not sure how they could have much else going on after that. Though I would like it if they did.

Hey, I've been there. Locked up away from the most important person in my life, in what should have been the most inescapable trap. And I made it back to them.

So... there's hope for them, too, y'know?

Not only is there hope, I have an idea already, even. But I'm not sure that's something I can talk about.

Top secret information?

Nah. More like... Monsters that gain power the more they're thought about. I spread information about them, they get thought about more, they power up. And some of them are incredibly evil.

I realize that's stupidly vague, but I hope that gets the point across.

No, I get it. We have something a little like that, too. We call them Tulpas.

Huh. They were called Echoes, where I was. But... Neither of us can probably say much more than that, huh.

For me, not quite. A Tulpa in my world has to be something created with a lot of power. Me alone? I can't do much. But if thousands or millions of people believe in something deeply enough, it could become real through them.

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