text; un: e. lehnsherr

[spalt]

[Erik cares little for the voting process or who was chosen to lead. What he does care about is how that decision will effect him. The environment. The natives, people who he feels an odd and detached sort of likeness to. He understands all too well what it’s like to be crowded into a small space and forced to live in fear for being ‘different’.]

Congratulations to our new leader.
I’m sure he’ll treat everyone fairly and equally.

I understand the need to feel separate from this world but there can’t be an us and them, the natives. It’s us and them, the monsters who feed on sound.

Many of us have abilities. Powers that are useful. There are natives that do as well. If we band together, we can keep ourselves safe. All of us.

[He wants to make his motives clear. He wants to survive. To get back home where he has unfinished business.]

I’m compiling all the information gathered here and there will be three different sections. Public, private, and what you can help with rather than abilities.

Do not respond to this post if you do not have anything useful to add. If you do not want to take the risk of others in the community knowing your skills, don't add them or make them private.

[ooc: Please comment Here. This post has been edited to make more sense. The mods have given me permission to make it so that when the final post is ready and I put it up, characters can only access it if they've asked for and been given permission; even the public part of the post.]

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[clussy]

(I like that you care so much. It's one of the things I like best about you. Those words bleed out over all the rest of them and Eddie completely forgets what he was so mad about in the first place, why he had been hurt. He just stares at his device instead, feeling his face steadily burning brighter and brighter. Eventually, he puts his head down and crushes the device against his chest.

Eddie knows he has to respond, so he neatly but hastily scraps himself back together into an oriented state of mind. God. No one ever...Eddie was far too used to being told his emotions were too much all of the time. That boys shouldn't be like that, that he needed to calm down. Which sometimes he definitely did. But sometimes he was only worked up because he was genuinely upset about something, and no one liked their genuine upset to be dismissed.

And Eddie didn't really feel dismissed at all. Before he had, certainly, but with this reply? No.

The funny thing was he had never once stopped to think that Jake was afraid of monsters too. Jake just seemed so much bigger and braver than Eddie himself. Jake gets nightmares too. He knew Jake had fears himself, but to think that the Sound Eaters had been haunting him... Eddie felt like IT was such an immense fear in his life, so dominating that he didn't really feel as scared of other monsters...There was a lot to address.)

A lot happened all at once. When you have people getting into places of power and then people asking that people come forward to register it's gonna work up a lot of people. I don't think anyone can be that surprised.

I'm sorry, Jake. I swear it's not that I don't agree with you. It's not as simple for me as it is for you. You make my fear of that seem small and silly in comparison, but I'm

Adults are the worst monsters I've ever known. Worse than IT. Worse than Sound Eaters. It's a lot harder for me to casually accept that kind of thing. I'm used to relying on myself and my friends. We've talked about a lot of things but I guess we've never really talked about that. So that's not your fault.

But I like that a lot about you. I know I'm scared...but I like that you want to try and help other people even if there are risks. You're so good.

I'm sorry though. I never thought you'd be scared of them and I don't know why. If it makes you feel safer to do this, then I understand. I'm not sorry I yelled at this guy for your sake, but I'm sorry I didn't consider your feelings more.

You're important too. Really important, and you're one of my best friends ever too.

We're okay. I'm not mad anymore.

(Yeah no blockade to worry about anymore. Moment Jake's home he's gonna get an armful of Eddie Kaspbrak thrown on him. It's gonna be a sleepover night, buddy.)

[waystation]

<sub>[It's not just the Sound Eaters--it's that breathless panic of walking to the convenience store and spotting a loose flap of skin, praying the animal eyes beneath the disguise don't see him back. It's knowing there are people like the man in black out there who look human, but are worse than any monster. It's seeing neglect and malevolence snap the Beams of the Tower again and again.

There are threats everywhere. If he approached everyone and everything with that fear riding shotgun, he'd never get out of bed again.

Granted, some mornings are more tempting than others. He's still only eleven, no matter how desperate he is to deserve what Roland had bestowed on him. Gunslinger.]</sub>

I think he knows that better than anyone.

I get it. You grew up seeing the worst sides of people. It's easy to stop trying after a while But you're not in that place anymore. You can trust your friends and still want to think giving someone a chance won't go badly every time. You met Clara, didn't you? And I met Roland. Majima looks like he walked out of a gangster movie, but he seems all right. We have an actual Supergirl who flies around. There's a woman building a safe house just for the kids. We've met some cool people, haven't we?

_{[Good or not, but he knows he'd like to help Eddie figure out a way to trust people again, too.]}

You don't have to apologize to me.

I'll see you later, then?