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Continued from here and about two months later

It was rough at first. Jake rarely slept as long as he needed to keep an eye on Dee. His transformation was rougher than any Jake had seen or read about but he accepted that it was likely due to his connection to the deadlands. Jake was tireless and the wolves patient with his newest child. He hoped, with time, that Jay learned and found a place to be something. It was a struggle for the human too.

Eventually, they got Dee's beast under control. It was a bit of manipulation, a few blood charms, partially threats, and the honest realization that as things stood the beast and the man were under the whims of the spirits in the deadlands. That last fact had irritated the beast enough that it came around, sort of, better than before. It wanted to control and the revelation that something else had control drove it to madness, enough to behave.

Now, they were working on controlling Dee's abilities. Jake was glad that his beast was, more or less, on board with helping. At least there was routine and structure again which Jake thought had helped Jay and Dee both settle, but then again, maybe it was just seeing progress.

Date: 2025-02-11 12:39 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] willoftheblackbird
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For someone born and raised in the Temple of Night, whose very job it was to care for prophets as their bodies broke down, Jay knew surprisingly little about their unique biology. He knew how to treat symptoms, not cure. And Dee, being a prophet himself, had no idea either. Just that it happened, and it was supposedly unavoidable.

"So is it a weak soul that lacks cohesion, enough to be constantly pulled through the veil? Or am I bound to...something... on the other side and that's what keeps pulling me through?"

Or was it more of a chicken and egg type situation?

"A prophet is a conduit. That much, I know is true. But what would he be bound to?" Jay replied, turning to his partner. "Is there anyone, anything, you see in every vision? In more of them than not?"

Dee thought, but sometimes it was hard to place those memories. Coming out of a trance was disorienting. There were reasons why clerics like The Mystic were around at all times.

"No... no, I don't think so..." he shrugged. "I mean, unless you count the veil."

He did encounter that in every single vision. Obviously.

Date: 2025-02-12 02:05 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] willoftheblackbird
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Dee looked down. "It's dark. Like smoke. Like shadows. It's jarring..."

Both Jay and Jake had seen Dee on the other side. When in the deadlands, his spirit was wispy, semi-translucent. Unlike the threads that tied someone to their daemon, what bound him was more like a feathery shadow.

"When you called me, it was different, though." Dee noted to his partner. "The shadows bled. When I came through the veil, everything was red. And you were on the other side of it."

Unfortunately, that probably didn't narrow down a place.

Date: 2025-02-12 02:48 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] willoftheblackbird
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He nodded. "Maybe even easier. It's hard to say. It all ferls effortless to me."

The hard part was resisting. Even with Jake's help and a vampire's powers, resisting was the hard part. Passing through the veil was far yoo easy.

"...is that a bad thing?"

Date: 2025-02-12 03:09 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] willoftheblackbird
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Dee wasn't sure if one place was any different from another. There wasn't some supernatural train station where all prophets got off. When he appeared in the deadlands, it was all over, really.

"Have the dead ever come out?" Jay asked.

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