[Charm - Voice]

[cursegod]

[The audio starts off with static that dissipates into the sound of something slithering through grass. Dara lets out hiss-like exhale before speaking:]

There is no spiritual realm here, so my hand is forced. My shrine is missing. [...] Or, more accurately, the part of me that was sealed in that shrine did not come with me. This can be both very fortunate for all of you or a catastrophe waiting to happen.

[A tree branch snaps after a lengthy pause.]

If you come across a box bound in a white cloth with spells written on it, leave it be. Opening it will do me the favor of finding it, but that will involve collecting your corpse. [There's a wry smile in her voice:] Since this is not my territory, I'm technically not duty bound to prevent the curse from spreading.

[...Not that she wants to admit that she'd go out of her way to stop it. It's her cursed hand, after all.]

In any case, do what you will. You're all humans, aren't you?

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Voice;

[drugsnotclubs]

[there is so much to unpack here so he's gonna ask the dumbest question first:]

What, you ain't? [human, that is. He'll accept it because this place is bonkers, but it's still weird.]

So what's this thing you lost and how dangerous is it? Other than 'kill you if you open it' dangerous.

[cursegod]

A part of me used to be human, but that hasn't been so for hundreds of years. [If that helps paint a vague picture. Speaking of--]

Would leaving the details out make you want to open it more?

[drugsnotclubs]

So now you're... what, exactly?

[hundreds of years.... man, who knows. He has given up trying to anticipate what will come next from this place. A ghost lady, maybe, like in all the dumb urban legends??]

Not really. You already said it'd kill us and have some kinda curse. I ain't that stupid or curious. [not that he would mind the 'killing him' part but ehhhh it wouldn't accomplish much right now.]

[breakin_ur_lore]

Not entirely. [Speaking for himself, but also for others he's met here. Of course, for him that's not really unusual - there are lots of different sentient species back home. Speaking of which, sort of...]

Are you a spirit?

[cursegod]

Oh...? [Interest piqued! Since regaining control of her body, she's continued dealing with monsters and spirits, but she hasn't come across a human mix? Assuming so.]

Yes and no. I would be both a spirit and mountain god.

[motifs]

[...okay, that's a lot, but:]

What is the nature of this curse? Are there warning signs that would tell us of its spread among the people? [....,] That is to say, beyond a fresh corpse.

[cursegod]

Oh, there wouldn't be a corpse to find. I would be eating it.

[Leaving that up to the imagination~]

...Let's just say it will affect the weakest ones first. Children, elderly...It won't be pretty.

[motifs]

Ah, I see.

[...........anyway,]

Meaning no offense, but that description helps very little in identifying signs to look out for. Unless children and the elderly suffering untimely demises is the sign.

[xxfeathersxx]

[ she puffs up like a disturbed chicken before realizing the stupid charm is the thing making all this noise. she hates it. she hates all this. she should throw it in a river and the next person to look at her funny and be done with it, but then she wouldn't be so fortunate as to find out this information. ]

Ew, fuck no.

[ xayah digs the charm out of her pocket so her voice comes through clearly. ]

How do you know there's no spirit realm here?

[cursegod]

[What is this "ew, no" business?]

Because I'm a god. I know the difference between the physical plane and the spiritual realm.

...I can't imagine you're a spirit if you're asking that sort of question.

[xxfeathersxx]

[ a god? xayah puts a hand to her head. it's starting to seem like a good idea to throw herself in the river, too. ]

I am.

Sorta.

... it's complicated. What matters is I am definitely not human, but nearly everyone else here is.

voice

[solitarysoul]

Not everyone here is human.

[cursegod]

So I've learned. I am assuming you are not as well?

[solitarysoul]

N-no, I'm human. I've just met someone who isn't.

[Two, now, if talking over these things count. Or the one in his world maybe.]

Voice;

[pricelesstears]

[ The voice is familiar; it's the ... woman???... that spared his life. ]

Are you some sort of god then? [ He probably should have been more careful about making a deal in that case, but at least all he'd promised had been ramen. ] I believe I owe you some ramen.

[ Still, a curse is troubling... ] Do you have reason to believe that said box will appear after you?

[cursegod]

[A familiar voice indeed! She's silently relieved to hear that he managed to survive. Fact: a lady grows fond of a man who's allowed her to mess with his insides.]

A mountain god, yes. It appears that I don't have to send a curse your way.

[Ramen, ramen, ramen--!] I'm assuming your friend found you. He also promised me an offering for my help.

[As for his last question, Dara pauses a moment:] There is a part of myself that's sealed in the box. If I'm here, there's a possibility that it could be summoned as well.

[pricelesstears]

[ Jouno is used to people messing with his insides. It's usually to enhance his abilities, but he'll take 'for survival' as a reason as well. ]

I would very much like to remain uncursed. [ Who knows what a mountain god is capable of, after all. ]

My friend...? [ Jouno hesitates for a moment, nose wrinkling as he realizes who she means. Jouno would hardly call them friends. ] You mean Tetchou-san. Yes, he found me. I'm not sure I would count on him for anything useful, unless you need something murdered.

[ The box is intriguing though. Jouno isn't normally so kind, but this woman did save his life. He feels a little indebted to her -- beyond just offering her a bowl or few of ramen. ] Do you have ways to locate it yourself or is that possible only when it's opened?

(VOICE) — CHARM

[opheliac]

Hi again, Miss Bazooka.

( she is ignoring literally everything else she said, but she recognizes the voice. )

[cursegod]

[Wow, Jinx is like...the third person she thought of when making this post. How dare she ignore this public safety announcement.]

Bazooka? ...I don't get it. [She's old lady.]

[opheliac]

A bazooka is a MASSIVE gun. And I'm calling ya Miss Bazooka on the count of your big jugs. Self-explanatory really.

( how charming. )

voice

[grappler]

Nah, I'm not a human. I'm a cyborg from the far off future in my world.

[Vi no.....]

[cursegod]

So modern technology catches up to the vision of videogames, huh? I guess that's something I get to look forward to if we're from the same world.

[Listen, her only company is two middle schoolers.]

[grappler]

Yeah, sure.

[whatever all that's supposed to mean.]

Where you from, then?

voice;

[entreats]

.. okay, but you know someone is going to try opening it for real now, right? Have you seen the kind of shit people say on here?

[ Maybe the other hasn't, considering they do seem relatively new if any of this is something to go by, but Ange still can't help but point it out all the same.

It's the curse of already having been stuck here with a pack of impulsive idiots for months now. ]

They'll probably think it sounds like fun.

[cursegod]

Good for them if playing with death seems fun.

[But yeah, she sure is new here. At least this gives Dara a bit more perspective of what the other Chosen are like.]

Cleaning up their corpse would still benefit me for helping to find my box. This announcement is more for people who'd rather not be idiotic.