I have my reservations about endorsing a place that stratifies people according to the hue of their blood. But the prospect of fronting under anonymity remains a rare improvement not afforded to me before. Though the world has not undergone any major transformation since I was alive, subtle shifts have nonetheless taken place. I cannot blame the children in the way in which their hands have been tied to carry the burden of a planet alone. I take this solely with the one who calls herself Queen of them.
Perhaps not but it presents itself as a place for trolls, and so I have come to know it chiefly through the eyes of a troll, shaped by the truths and realities of trollkind. Still, despite all that, it is a good to make your acquaintance.
Hmmm same. Jack Noir. Heard things about you but in all my years on social media, never really talked to any of you. Weird.
I have found that many perceive me as intimidating. In truth, I speak with such frankness only because I have grown weary of being used, of watching others invoke my name as justification for their own designs. I am no god to marshal the masses, no voice to be twisted into command. “Jack” I can appreciate how short it is. I am Kankri Maryam. I dwell now within the dreambubbles, beyond the reach of hunters and consequence alike, and so I find little reason to veil my name any longer. You can talk to me, should you wish to break that seal.
Ha. You? Funny. But people tend to find me that. Or used to. Long story. Sure. I don't know much about troll things since my wife doesn't really like talking about it and nobody really gives "non jokey" answers. But dreambubbles? Ehhhh. Not a. Fan.
It is not the one who bellows into empty air that chills the spine, but the persuasion that rides the howling wind. That is a tempest which bangs on entire street doors and compels those inside to close its shutters. If you look for someone to speak of Alternia, I can only lay before you the memories of my own era.