It isn't a monster. Although it creates monsters? Has things that serve it. It's not something that can exist inside physical reality so it just... pokes bits in as it can.
So... supernatural coffin. You open it, there are stairs inside which go down for a long way until you're trapped in the dirt, crushed and helpless. Undying. Forever.
[ And here she thought a claustrophobia monster had been bad enough. This? This was infinitely worse.
She makes a face of distaste. ]
Welp, that sounds even worse. Congratulations. That didn't need to be outdone, but here we are. Did someone actually... create that or is that just an unfortunate thing that's always Been There?
[ She doesn't think she trusts you at all, actually. But then again, she only met you five minutes ago. Give her another decade or so. She'll get back to you.
At his clarification, she just cocks her head to the side, considering that. ]
That's different from 'created'?
[ She senses there's a nuance here she's missing. ]
[So cruel. Jon is the most trustworthy person. Really. He saved the world Natasha!]
Well, no-one made the coffin. It looks like wood, feels like it. But I don't think someone sat down and made it. It's just a part of the entity, like a limb, pushed into the world.
It's difficult to say since they are literally the manifestation of fear, but generally they're divided into fourteen entities. They kind... blur into each other. Like a colour spectrum.
[ She tucks her hands into her pockets as she shifts and takes in that information. ]
Manifestations of fear. And they just... exist, unchallenged? Your world sounds very... [ She pauses, looking for a tactful word before just giving up with a shrug. ] No offense, that sounds pretty horrifying.
You can't fight an entity that doesn't exist in reality and is literally the manifestation of fear. People aren't going to stop being afraid of the dark, or of death or of... rot and infection.
That's one way of putting it. The attack by living worm hives and stopping world-ending rituals came as a surprise. I'd expected more of an... office job.
[ She abruptly coughs on a laugh, looking bemused despite his chagrin. She wonders if he's met Bruce yet. The sentiment sounds very familiar, at least. ]
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And she clearly doesn't like the sound of this entity. ]
Well, that sounds.... horrible. A walking claustrophobia monster, huh?
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So... supernatural coffin. You open it, there are stairs inside which go down for a long way until you're trapped in the dirt, crushed and helpless. Undying. Forever.
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She makes a face of distaste. ]
Welp, that sounds even worse. Congratulations. That didn't need to be outdone, but here we are. Did someone actually... create that or is that just an unfortunate thing that's always Been There?
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It definitely wasn't pleasant.
I don't think it was really created. Manifested is possibly more accurate.
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At his clarification, she just cocks her head to the side, considering that. ]
That's different from 'created'?
[ She senses there's a nuance here she's missing. ]
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Well, no-one made the coffin. It looks like wood, feels like it. But I don't think someone sat down and made it. It's just a part of the entity, like a limb, pushed into the world.
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Do you have many 'entities' like this, where you come from?
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Manifestations of fear. And they just... exist, unchallenged? Your world sounds very... [ She pauses, looking for a tactful word before just giving up with a shrug. ] No offense, that sounds pretty horrifying.
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Most people don't know anything about them.
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[ She gives him a curious look, wondering how he knows of them. ]
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[And y'know, apparently serve eldritch abominations from outside reality with varying degrees of knowledge and willingness.]
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[ It's not something she's ever heard of, but neither is this manifestation of pure fear. ]
What do you do with this Institute?
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[Which sounds less impressive but is better than 'I am literally a monster and had to stop the apocalypse'.]
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Something happened three years ago?
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Also the previous Head Archivist went missing and was found dead several months later because she'd been murdered.
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Sounds like a dangerous job, despite being an archivist.
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Let me guess. You didn't read the fine print.
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[Not his fault that the contract bound him to the Institute and to the Eye.]
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Okay, so you just didn't see the fine print, then.
[ There's always fine print. ]
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