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Type: Video
Sender ID: WitherMarked (Faulkner)
To: Public
Subject: Introductions, and a question
Warnings: trans healthcare/unaffordability thereof, mild references to mood swings/mental health issues, reference to history in a cult
[The video takes a moment to come into focus, before you see a young man wearing an awkward, lopsided grin as he seems satisfied with figuring out what buttons to push. He has soft features, freckles, and messy blond curls in a cut that looks suspiciously like a grown-out mullet. He looks friendly, if more than a bit stressed and sleep deprived. When he speaks he has a notable rural-American accent.]
Hey, folks. Name's Faulkner, and I'm new around here. As you can... probably see, I'm still getting used to all this electronic message business.
You sure we don't have to offer up a hosanna to the Wirebitten Child to keep using this stuff?
[There seems to be some sheepish humour there, leaning into how much he's not from around here, but some genuine confusion, too. He doesn't really believe people don't owe some kind of a higher power for their fancy tech.]
Anyway, I've got a question. Tried askin' uh, a friend here, but they didn't know. Does anyone here take... testosterone? Do you have that kind of treatment, here?
[More genuine uncertainty: there's both more and less technology than he's used to. Beyond being a little awkward, he doesn't seem concerned one way or the other about outing himself.]
It's weird enough getting used to a brand new world—could do without missin' my shot, too.
[A pause. He really would rather avoid that—his mood is shaky enough as it is.]
At least... if I'm gonna be able to afford it? I don't know how these things work, here. Haven't exactly gotten signed up for insurance.
[And he doesn't exactly have the Parish of Tide and Flesh here, with 'uncle' Mason and all his less than above-board deals with local doctors and pharmacies, taking care of the kids who joined the Trawler-man's faith in a way said kids couldn't find anywhere else.]
Sender ID: WitherMarked (Faulkner)
To: Public
Subject: Introductions, and a question
Warnings: trans healthcare/unaffordability thereof, mild references to mood swings/mental health issues, reference to history in a cult
[The video takes a moment to come into focus, before you see a young man wearing an awkward, lopsided grin as he seems satisfied with figuring out what buttons to push. He has soft features, freckles, and messy blond curls in a cut that looks suspiciously like a grown-out mullet. He looks friendly, if more than a bit stressed and sleep deprived. When he speaks he has a notable rural-American accent.]
Hey, folks. Name's Faulkner, and I'm new around here. As you can... probably see, I'm still getting used to all this electronic message business.
You sure we don't have to offer up a hosanna to the Wirebitten Child to keep using this stuff?
[There seems to be some sheepish humour there, leaning into how much he's not from around here, but some genuine confusion, too. He doesn't really believe people don't owe some kind of a higher power for their fancy tech.]
Anyway, I've got a question. Tried askin' uh, a friend here, but they didn't know. Does anyone here take... testosterone? Do you have that kind of treatment, here?
[More genuine uncertainty: there's both more and less technology than he's used to. Beyond being a little awkward, he doesn't seem concerned one way or the other about outing himself.]
It's weird enough getting used to a brand new world—could do without missin' my shot, too.
[A pause. He really would rather avoid that—his mood is shaky enough as it is.]
At least... if I'm gonna be able to afford it? I don't know how these things work, here. Haven't exactly gotten signed up for insurance.
[And he doesn't exactly have the Parish of Tide and Flesh here, with 'uncle' Mason and all his less than above-board deals with local doctors and pharmacies, taking care of the kids who joined the Trawler-man's faith in a way said kids couldn't find anywhere else.]
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[ That said, Sherlock still fears that the Great Old Ones from his world may have some presence with all this water. He had traveled to another world when in his own... the barrier is not so thick. ]
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I don't suppose you remember what Gods they've spoken of?
[He has to wonder if any were familiar ones. Whether they're here or not, it's weird not having anyone who seems to be from the same place.]
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The leviathans themselves may also fit the idea of a god.
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Those leviathans would be Gods or powerful Angels, where I'm from.
Don't suppose any of these ring a bell?
The Saint Electric
The Slag King
The Petropater
The Chitterling
The Cloak
He Who Walks In Fizz and Flavour
Jolly King Kipper
The Smiling And Head-Shaking Child Upon the Perfectly Balanced Scales
The Cairn Maiden
[He primarily lists off well known, commercial ones off the top of his head, partly because it seems more likely but partly out of habit; generally best not to talk about the illegal ones. But he includes one stray. Maybe his sister is just on his mind.]
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[ Some of those names are... quite unique.... ]
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[If anyone else from his world was here, he'd think they'd have at least asked about the really big ones.]
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[Or at least, he's telling himself that.]
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[
Not that Sherlock helps later when they meet face-to-face for the first time.]