Mimicblade: So, uh, I’ve been putting this off for ages.
Mimicblade: Flaming Ethran-type Retvik said it was fine, but it’s still weird.
Mimicblade: I thought the Corruption claimed you, when Kinisis abandoned her universe.
Mimicblade: Sure, we briefly saw each other, during that Pentathax shit, but I’ve been meaning to write down how I feel.
Mimicblade: Kinda thought you’d be angry at me.
Mimicblade: Wouldn’t blame you.
Mimicblade: Anyway
Mimicblade: Hello, kid.
Deathbringer: Am I really a kid when I’ve experienced the equivalent of 17 billion year-strings of existence?
Mimicblade: Uh
Mimicblade: Well
Mimicblade: I always saw you as my cute little kid. More a cute little nephew, less like a son like Retvik and Gath did but
Mimicblade: I should shut my whore mouth.
Deathbringer: It’s fine. I’m still working things out myself.
Mimicblade: Did I catch you in the middle of something?
Deathbringer: No. I’m on guard duty right now, and it’s been really quiet, according to Litvir.
Deathbringer: Might have to drop out if someone shows up, but it turns out those Pentathax guys are really good at their job.
Mimicblade: They totally are. It’s been oddly quiet here too.
Mimicblade: How you holding up, kiddo?
Deathbringer: I’m a fucking roller coaster.
Deathbringer: I should be fucking ecstatic, I’m surrounded by all my friends, from multiple different universes and timelines. But I randomly find myself utterly broken and confused or almost catatonic in ancient agony, torn apart by all I have witnessed, the trillions I have permanently silenced. The highs are wonderful and I feel loved for once. But the lows make me want to put a blade to my throat and, if I didn’t suddenly have a support network, if I wasn’t still needed and wanted, I would have embraced the eternal silence I have dragged so many others into.
Mimicblade: So you’re not doing well.
Deathbringer: Uh.
Deathbringer: You could say that.
Deathbringer: I need to see a therapist, and, while yes, Litvir was a licensed psychiatrist and psychologist when he was mortal, he’s too close to me to help me clinically sort through my problems.
Deathbringer: I really don’t want to talk about me though! You’re alive! I thought you and Retvik and Elksos were all long gone.
Mimicblade: Well… I’m pretty sure Elksos is long gone, and if Retvik is alive, like has been suggested, he remembers nothing.
Mimicblade: Sure, the Kronospastian stasis pods I had were fucking great but they weren’t really designed for the Periuniversal Void.
Mimicblade: The lack of a proper sense of time while trapped inside a stasis pod, combined with the Unending Erasing One’s weird telepathic auras which screw with your head…
Mimicblade: Well it fucked everyone up.
Mimicblade: Probably why you don’t remember much too.
Mimicblade: Although a lot of that was also probably Kinisis.
Deathbringer: Fucking hate her. I hate how she turned herself into a Corruption, one more infectious than the Unending Ancient One and nearly as stubborn as me.
Mimicblade: Speaking of which, that Pentathax stream where they blew up that universe was cool as fuck.
Deathbringer: Yeah…
Mimicblade: Did you see it?
Deathbringer: The Doom Drums came to Savepoint in their pleasure cruiser and invited Retvik, Litvir and I into a small cinema to watch alongside them.
Deathbringer: Was… weird. Good but weird, seeing Epanophovon get blown up.
Mimicblade: Who’s Epanophovon?
Deathbringer: The name of the main… source of the Unending Ancient One strain. He and I… uh…
Deathbringer: It’s complicated.
Mimicblade: Willing to tell your old friend?
Deathbringer: No.
Deathbringer: Simply put, it turns out everyone’s interested in experimenting on fucked up Synaisthyns like me.
Mimicblade: Hang on.
Mimicblade: The Unending Ancient One’s sentient source entity… attacked you?
Mimicblade: Like, I KNOW a Corruption attacked your universe but I thought you beat it off.
Deathbringer: Kinda.
Deathbringer: It nearly corrupted Kairos. In exchange for it leaving the pentacluster and never threatening any of Epani’s or Sini’s universes, present and future, it took me hostage and…
Deathbringer: I should be dead.
Deathbringer: Sometimes I wish I was dead.
Deathbringer: I accidentally scratched the hell out of Retvik the other night because I had night terrors and I felt so bad.
Deathbringer: Ugh.
Deathbringer: I didn’t want to talk about me. I am so sick of me. I want to know how the fuck you ended up being a Decay Lord.
Mimicblade: I mean, it wasn’t that hard. An old sect called the Metrum picked me up, I did a Decay Lord trial alongside a bunch of other guys where we fought and killed a bunch of corrupted fuckers, then I met my shapeshifting buddies, we all realized our universes were murdered by Corruption and decided that we wanted to murder Corruption full time and the Metrum were too busy fighting Voidborns like all the other sects around here.
Mimicblade: Yatre had the idea of forming our own band of of mercenaries, apparently he was part of a team of mercenaries in his old universe, things got out of hand, we accidentally made the Ekthris an official sect so we could legally make and buy weapons, and we’ve been murdering shit ever since.
Mimicblade: Occasionally we help the Alsyr as well but they were mostly Voidborn eradicators too until the Golden Doom alliance shattered and the Goldblessed exploded.
Mimicblade: No idea what happened to the Goldblessed. One minute they were there, the next, they were gone.
Deathbringer: Um.
Deathbringer: That was Litvir’s fault.
Mimicblade: Uh, how?
Deathbringer: He convinced a Goldblessed Voidborn to turn tail. The Voidborn did just that then… I dunno, did something and their base got nuked or something. I don’t know the whole story.
Deathbringer: I’ll ask Theocydes next time I see him.
Mimicblade: You Thantir folks are fucking bonkers.
Mimicblade: I REALLY want to bring Yatre and Ignasi down to Savepoint to meet you all.
Deathbringer: I welcome it. I’d like to see you properly, in person.
Mimicblade: And not as a weird ghost thing.
Deathbringer: Yeah. It’ll be fun.
Mimicblade: You’ll love my Trio. We’re more drinking buddies and perma-besties than romantic partners like you, Retvik and Litvir. And I genuinely want to meet Litvir, all I know about him is that he’s a Rethavok and a Psion.
Mimicblade: I’m gonna guess he’s a bit Gath-like. Colossal, hulking muscle guy, a bit like an Ethran-type even though Rethavok don’t have sub-types, almost looks like a Beh’evok, but is a bit shy and unaware that folks loooove big chunky musclevok.
Mimicblade: I mean, that’s what our old mate Retvik liked, and I’m guessing your partner Retvik has similar tastes.
Deathbringer: HAH!
Deathbringer: I’m not telling you now. Gonna keep it a surprise.
Mimicblade: Well, damn.
Mimicblade: How wrong am I?
Deathbringer: Not telling. Come and visit and you’ll see.
Deathbringer: You can meet the two other Tenuks as well.
Mimicblade: …
Mimicblade: Forgot about that.
Mimicblade: Alright I’m gonna arrange shit. You won’t believe what Ignasi and Yatre are like. Ignasi’s one of those Zarians that are all over the Oraka Straights, but Yatre is… unique.
Deathbringer: I can’t wait.
Deathbringer: Sadly, I do have to go. Someone’s turned up and I need to do my actual job.
Deathbringer: Amusingly, I ain’t a really leader of the Thantir, I’m the Thantir’s dedicated guardian, Litvir and Retvik do most of the leading.
Mimicblade: Ah, no worries.
Mimicblade: It’s been good speaking with you, kid. I hope we can chat again soon.
Deathbringer: Yeah, it’s been… weird.
Deathbringer: I’ll message you later.
Deathbringer: Thanks, Tenuk.
Mimicblade: No worries, Arkay.
Deathbringer is now offline.