IC INBOX: THE STORYTELLER

The Storyteller's temple on the central island of Ensō is, unsurprisingly, where your local deity can most often be found. Those seeking to strike up a conversation or pursue the Storyteller for answers are not guaranteed an immediate answer, but they can certainly try. If one waits for long enough after posing a question, their expectation for a response from the deity in question may very well prompt them to happen along...eventually.

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As I have explained to others before you, the last thousand years of this world are still largely unknown to me. [Said in the exact tone one would expect to hear from a teacher asked the same question for the hundredth time.] Whilst this amount of time is very little in the grand scheme of things, it does allow for change. I am not omnipresent, nor am I all knowing. As an emissary to the Raven Queen, I would have assumed this knowledge you are well aware of.

[Surely he is not unused to gods without answers. As large as a realm may seem, in the grand scheme they are also

very small.]

What I am capable of doing for you, Kravitz- for you all, is what I have been. My reach is not so extensively vast as to find the solution to this question, no matter how troubling that may be. Continuing to work together to discover both answers and solutions- it is the best I can do.

[He's not sure why he expected a different answer. Maybe it was just the desire for that dream to not have been real, to have not have heard it properly, just for something to make a little more sense. Things have been so out of control recently. It's making him deeply uncomfortable. And while it may not be their fault, he wishes, just a bit, that it was.

Kravitz sighs, the motion uncomfortable when his chest truly rises and falls.]

I appreciate your... honesty, as it were, Even if the situation is not a preferable one.

[He still needs something, here, something he can work off of, even if he doesn't know what.]

Do you suspect this is the work of another god, or perhaps this realm? I don't recognize it as a plane I'm familiar with, but I also have no way of cutting through to check.

Not all worlds work upon the system of planes you are comfortable with. In this respect, I'm afraid there would be little to glean even if you could- "cut through", as it were.

[Another, likely uncomfortable truth. One cannot reach to other planes when such things do not exist- not in the manner one is used to.] Perhaps it is better to state that the ground upon which you stand is a conglomeration of what those planes may imply- it is all of them, and none of them.

As for who or what may be behind this, I... believe at this time it is better to assume the workings of an individual. [They sound unsure of this.] If it were the work of this realm, surely, I would be capable of parsing it as such.

[He's going to open his mouth and argue that a world can't exist without a planar system before the Storyteller answers his question before he can even get it out. That's not-- that's not how it's supposed to work. But if this plane is every plane, or a mashup of them, that might truly explain why there's no death. And if souls can't go to the Astral Plane, perhaps it isn't actually his job.

It makes him uneasy, still. He can't just go pledging his service to another god just like that. Even if they are being agreeable about it.]

Well... I suppose it's better to know that this amalgamation of space isn't out to get us, as it were.

[He doesn't sound happy about it, but if that's what he has to go with, it is.]

So when you say an individual, are you thinking another god? Some person who might have something to gain by manipulating all of these lives? Or both? Are we actively looking out for them, or just-- still stumbling blind?

[He sounds much harsher than he's actually taking this, already tending towards acceptance and trying to move forward.]

It is not.

[That much, the Storyteller can be certain of. Another slow blink, fuzzy muzzle stretching out into what may be capable of interpreting as a smile.]

For one who has been here for such a short period of time, you are far more impatient than those who first arrived on this island.

We have been investigating this matter for not even a year, Kravitz. I realize from a mortal perspective that this feels to be a long time, but for answering a question wherein the answer lies somewhere across a vast world, we have barely begun to scratch the surface. We have yet to reach a stage where anyone may actively seek anything- what we are finding is the questions in need of answering for us to do so.

[Hey, don't drag him like this? He's a man of action. Or something like that. Besides, after having so few answers about what's happening to his home, after being so knocked off base with uncertainty at every turn, he was looking forward to knowing what was going on for once. Waking up and being affected like this has shaken him more than he wants to admit. He doesn't like it. So when he doesn't like it, he works to fix it. You can't be sad about a problem that isn't a problem anymore.

He sighs, trying not to let the words mortal perspective get to him too much.]

No, I-- I understand. I suppose I just feel like I'm... not caught up.

[Not confident that he really knows enough to make that change, so it's time to fret about it some more.]

I just, uhm. For clarification. When we do get to leave, it will... be like we never left, yes? There won't be those outside wondering where we've gone?

[Maybe if you stop acting like a sulky mortal they wouldn't act like you are one, ever consider that?]

Understandable. [They say, not unkindly. It is all too easy to become overwhelmed in such a situation- that, they know all too well. It can culminate in...destructive, rash decisions.]

To my knowledge, undoubtedly. Too many of those here are strongly tied to the fate of their realities- just as a story cannot proceed until a character makes an action, so too do you worlds remain dormant.

Although... [Another, rather fuzzy impression of a smile.] I cannot guarantee one such as the Raven Queen will not pick up some sense of discrepency.

[I JUST SAID DON'T DRAG HIM LIKE THIS

Kravitz presses his face into a tight line, trying to will down the embarassment in his cheeks.]

Well, if you do ever make contact with her, I would... I would appreciate if you let her know where I am. I wouldn't want her to think I'm shirking my duties.

[But with no connection to the Celestial Plane back home, either, it's... mmmmm, maybe he should ask about that, too.]

This may seem silly to ask, and I promise this is my last question, but... you don't have influence in our universes of origin, correct? If something was happening there before our arrival, it wouldn't be your consequence?

[Did he get overtaken by that tar again? Did it flood the Stockade, continue to cram itself down his throat, is that what this is?]

[TOO LATE lookit the ickle mortal getting embarrassed over mommy hearing he skipped town c: ]

If I do, I can promise your status will be the first thing I'd relay to her. [They assure, slowly reaching down (or up) to scratch at their leg. And reaching. And... reaching. And...

...

There we go.]

I do not. Whilst I am aware of various elements of your universe, it is only due to your presence here, and that of others. Nothing more.

[Sorry, Kravitz. As they've already had to explain time and time again-]

I am not omniscient, Kravitz. What may have happened to you, what will? I cannot say.

[W O W!!!! HEY!!!! UNCALLED FOR

His shoulders drop as much as he's able, exhaling a suddenly too necessary sigh. It's not the answers he wanted, it's-- it's not even close. And more than that, he looks like a damn fool for doing it. It's the most uncomfortable he's been since he got here, being chastised like he's a child.

At least whatever surged in before he was, presumably, consumed, was not the fault of this deity in front of him.]

Well, that's-- okay. I mean not, okay, but, you understand.

[Do they?? Sure. Okay. Let's try harder here. He claps his hands together, bringing them to his lips before he can finally speak.]

I suppose that's all, for now. I... appreciate you hearing me out, and listening to my concerns here, even if I'm not the first person to have asked about them.

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