Looking for a cool place that's OC friendly. He's up for a fun story.

[noumenalist]

[Stop drinking for once...
He's turning an old, dented flask in his hand. It needs to be changed-- that's obvious by how rusted up it looks.]

"Ah, righ'.

Y' didn't... even have the decency to finish my story. Maybe I should be the one to warn them?
Just being near me is dangerous. Unless' someone'd like an LSD trip they can't get off of.

[He pauses, taking another careless swig.]

No one's gonna want to talk to someone like that. Shite, I sure as hell wouldn't want to talk to someone like that.

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[bloodpure]

Unless someone would like a -- what?

I'm going to regret asking for explanation, aren't I.

[noumenalist]

It's a funny story... really.

...
Got... a bit of a curse, by an Oracle.

[Well, that was awfully vague.]

[bloodpure]

I wasn't aware oracles were in the habit of cursing people these days.

Or, even capable, for that matter.

[noumenalist]

N-neither was I, honestly. I'd watch out, f' I were you.

[A brief, miserable chuckle, and another swig.]

'can barely levitate a spoon, now.
Lest I risk it gouging someone.

[bloodpure]

[He doesn't appear worried though. Instead he merely frowns, resting one gloved hand beneath his chin as he peers at the other in wary interest.]

So what is this curse of yours, then? Bad luck?

[noumenalist]

Mm. Something like that.

[He notices the lack of worry, taking another slow swig.]

All my powers 're working against me now.
Like waking up in a dream.
One moment, everything's normal-- as it should be.
And the next... Things go wrong.
World starts to bend. Faces show up where they shouldn't. Monsters in the shadows.
Anomalies. Frightful things. And I can't stay too long in one place cause of it.

[He offers him the flask. There's some good brand Whiskey in there.]

[bloodpure]

[He sniffs at the offering with an upturned nose, waves a dismissive hand.]

I don't drink anymore.

That does indeed sound...problematic. But you mention powers. You had magic, before this happened?

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[noumenalist]

[Doesn't drink anymore.
What?
He shrugs, and takes another swig. That thing was bound to finish quickly.]

Mmmhmm.
Nice powers too. Could manipulate strings of under-reality, you know?
Not big things. But you don't need to manipulate the big things.

[Under-reality is a specific term Riek, not everyone knows what that is.]

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[noumenalist]

[He pauses for another moment, then pipes up in a realization.]

You... talk... like you know magic.

[bloodpure]

I do, don't I. There's good reason for that.

[noumenalist]

...

[A short exhale of a laugh. Of course.]

Bloody hell. First weilder I've met 'ere.

[He laughed-- pocketing the flask, wiping his hands down on his pantleg, and then bowing his head. There's respect there.]

Don't suppose you could kill an oracle?

[bloodpure]

Oh, it's a distinct possibility. You'd have to tell me about them though first.

[There's distinct displeasure in his expression as being called a wielder of magic, but he doesn't correct the stranger. Yet.]

haha! this is so neat ahhhhhh

[noumenalist]

[He used to rely on his intuition so much that he doesn't realize the strangers displeasure.]

Well.
Seeing that I'm most likely less than sober-- and I've got nowhere to be...

[He sits down for this-- crosslegged with a bit of effort.]

Ever meet a demon?
Not--not the one with horns, and a tail or--or the like. But the type with no true form. The, uhm... kind that play with your head.

[He puts his fists to the side of his head, pointing up at the sky for a visualization of the demon horns.]

lmao

[bloodpure]

[His eyes narrow to slits, expression closing off even further.]

I've had the displeasure of encountering creatures that are known in my world as Dementors. They would seem to be very close to what you're describing. Mostly formless, built of negative energy, they feed on emotion and manipulate thought.

[noumenalist]

...I see.

[He pauses, giving a small nod. Agreement.]

Sounds frighteningly like 'er.
At least now.

These dementors...
Do... they run wild?

[bloodpure]

They do now.

They were, last I heard, forcibly vacated from their last preferred habitat.

[noumenalist]

Vacated?

...

Why??

[bloodpure]

It was a prison. They were feeding on the inmates.

At first this was considered part of the punishment, by design. But under the current political regime this was decided as an unnecessary cruelty.

I'm normally disinclined to agree with methods towards leniency, or general softhearted kindness, but being as I have been on the receiving end of the creatures' tender mercies at one point in my life...

[noumenalist]

Ah.

[There's a bit of understanding there as he nods-- before he grows pale at the thought. If those dementors were anything like the demons that he knew (and goodness, they were) then he could hardly imagine what life could be like to be trapped with one.]

I'm sorry.
That must have been a lot. I can hardly imagine it.

[bloodpure]

No. You can't.

[He's pretty blunt on this, sorry.]

I at least knew about their existence all my life and I couldn't, as it turns out. Not until I got there.

[noumenalist]

[He takes no offense-- he's still hung up on the thought.]

And yet you're still here...

[He's amazed to say, in the least... he exhales again.]

I've never met a survivor of that type of demon that wasn't part demon themselves...
Certainly... no one... still as... present... as you.

...

...

Can they be killed?

[bloodpure]

Dementors? They're not really alive in the first place. Not in the traditional sense.

They can be repelled. Perhaps eventually they fade away, deprived of food. I do not know if they can be truly killed. I daresay no one does.

[noumenalist]

Hoped you wouldn't say that.

[A grim smile overturns his expression-- that news was sobering in all senses. Rieker slips that same flask he had pocketed previously out, turning it over and over again, as if to instil some kind of distraction to himself. ]

Weakens my odds of getting my powers back a good lot, doesn't it?

[bloodpure]

I'm afraid I don't quite follow.

[noumenalist]

...

[A casual shrug. He looked tired suddenly.]

A part of me was hoping if I killed 'er or something, it'd lift up this curse and I'd get my powers back. Like it'd be easy.

But if she's anything like those things, and, she sounds alot like them...
I just don't know.