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Speaker 2: Chapter eighteen cloudy with the chance of this fat.
Speaker 3: This is getting so interesting? What's next?
Speaker 4: Let us discuss the dream raiths next.
Speaker 3: Sounds good to me.
Speaker 4: Dream Wraiths are vastly different from the hidden way have
so far discussed. The largest noticeable difference is that dream
raiths do not have a physical form in the same
sense as the other hidden They are primarily composed of
an invisible energy, though they are connected to a visible source.
Speaker 3: What kind of source?
Speaker 4: Fire? A dream wraith must tether itself to a flame,
any flame, before it can directly interact with the physical realm.
It is believed that a dream wraith can linger for
some time without a tether, but if they stray too
long from a flame, they will die, maybe dissipate, much
like a human starving to death. They can take some time,
but they will eventually expire.
Speaker 3: So they eat fire.
Speaker 4: No, the flame is a conduit. They feed on the
dreams of other creatures.
Speaker 3: Okay, let me see if I can wrap my head
around this. There are invisible energy creatures that survive by
linking to a fire and then eating people's dreams.
Speaker 4: That is a significant oversimplification. But you have the idea.
Speaker 3: And how exactly do you know they exist? I mean,
if they're invisible and all, wouldn't it be hard to
find and study them.
Speaker 4: We know they exist because they have told us they exist.
Speaker 3: They can talk to you.
Speaker 4: Yes. Dream wraiths can choose to communicate with other sentients
when they're right conditions are met. They have the ability
to influence an unconscious person, causing them to sleep walk
and sleep talk, a condition known as semniloquy. Those particularly
susceptible to sleep walking and talking are most commonly small children,
though some adults can be affected as well. A dream
raith can use a person's dream to guide their sleeping
body to go where they command or say what they instruct.
This is how they can communicate with other sentience should
they choose.
Speaker 3: I don't like the thought of my dreams being used
to control my body. Ugh, that just sent a chilled
on my spine.
Speaker 4: If it makes you feel any better. I do not
believe dream raths can manipulate and anomaly's dreams, although I
reluctantly admit research is lacking on that particular topic. I
will also note that dream rates do not generally attempt
to harm humans or animals, as they need their dreams
for sustenance. With that said, there are cases where specific
dream rates have caused substantial harm to a town or
city due to the intensity of dreams pushed.
Speaker 3: So how do you get rid of them?
Speaker 1: Like?
Speaker 3: Do you just find their flame and put it out?
Speaker 4: Or that would disrupt their power over an area and
send them into hiding. But why would you wish to
do this?
Speaker 3: You just said they are living nightmares that can mind
control people. That's pretty scary, hastings.
Speaker 4: Do you assume that all dream rates construct only nightmares
for the people and animals living in their territory?
Speaker 3: I mean, yeah, I guess.
Speaker 4: So that is not the case. While some do prefer
to feed on nightmares, others might seek pleasant dreams, or
some may prefer intimate or erotic dreams. Each dream raith
is their own individual, with their own preferences and goals.
What can be said is that they will typically inhabit
a location with a large number of animals or humans,
and then they will enhance the dreams for the inhab evidence.
Speaker 3: Ah okay, well, are there any around here?
Speaker 4: I strongly doubt it. We are on a ranch and
a secluded part of Montana. There are likely too few
people and animals around for a dream rate to seek
residence here.
Speaker 3: That's good. The idea of one being around is kind
of creepy.
Speaker 4: There was likely one or two near your residence in Chicago.
Speaker 3: Ugh, don't tell me that.
Speaker 4: Maybe it is time to change the topic.
Speaker 3: Yes, please, Next.
Speaker 4: We will discuss the shadow reavers.
Speaker 5: Emily Swanson inhaled deeply and let the taste of ocean
air fill her senses. The warmth of sunshine on her
face caused her to smile broadly as her head tilted
toward the sky. Blue lines of ispe swirled around her
like a thousand pixies, twisting and spinning in a beautiful dance.
The mines darted away, only to return and intertwine with
other streams of ispet before returning to her chest. Never
had Emily seen herpet act in such a manner.
Speaker 4: There was a beauty to this chaos.
Speaker 5: It was an art that only she could appreciate.
Speaker 2: She felt her head drop.
Speaker 5: Back into place and knew this was a dream, a
wonderfully exotic dream, but only a dream. Her true body
lay asleep in a car at a campground in Montana.
She watched as the lines wound their way through the
tree canopy, rising into the sky. The trees were beautiful
and tall, with large leaves and smooth bark, like those
she had only seen in pictures and movies. She deduced
that she was somewhere tropical and welcomed the warmth above.
The sky was dotted with a few clouds, but not
unhindered the sun from bathing her in its warmth. She
watched as the lines of ispet slithered into the sky
like ribbons of blue, crawling toward the heavens. Emily and
her host body reveled in this dance. It was the
closest she had ever felt to her host.
Speaker 4: In one of these dreams.
Speaker 5: There was a sense of connection and peace. The host
gaze shifted to a small pond Emily wished to watch
the ipet dance in the skies for a little bit longer.
But in these dreams, she couldn't control the movements that
the host body made. She was merely a passenger in
this dreamscape. With a pang of disappointment, Emily turned her
focus to the pond. It appeared to be man made,
having been carved from the earth. It housed plants, small lizards,
and tiny fish, too small for any type of consumption,
at least as far as the fish he could see
were concerned. The ponds deep obscured parts remained a mystery. Suddenly,
the ispet lines changed course, striking the water in quick,
deliberate motions. It all happened in a matter of seconds.
The water completely froze. Everything halted, The plants stopped swaying,
the fish stopped swimming. Steam began to rise from the
now frozen body of water. Then an explosion of ispet
erupted in the sky. She felt it resonate through her core,
as if she were standing directly beneath a colossal firework.
Her host looked up just in time to see an
object plummet from the heavens, landing directly in front of them.
Speaker 4: Emily's vision was able.
Speaker 5: To track the falling item. It was gray, about four
inches long and an inch thick. It appeared to be frozen,
with small ice crystals covering its surface. Her host bent
for a closer look, and then more pieces began to
fall all around them, gray chunks raining from the near
cloudless sky. A voice spoke from behind, but Emily's senses
were enveloped by the scene around her, and the words
were dissolved into the chaos. Chunks began to strike the
body she inhabited. The host seemed unfazed, but Emily wished
for the shelter of one of the large trees. The
host inspected the gray item. It was meat, a frosted
gray meat from the sky. Meat chunks reigned around them,
some pieces smaller than the one they held, while other
pieces were much larger. As the deluge of meat subsided,
Marcus's voice emerged from behind her.
Speaker 2: That was gross. Yeah, it looks like meat.
Speaker 3: I think it is meat.
Speaker 2: I wish I could touch stuff in your dreams.
Speaker 3: I don't think you actually want to touch this, Marcus E.
Speaker 2: I mean I kind of want to touch it. What
kind of meat do you think it is.
Speaker 3: I'm not sure. I think we're kind of close to
the ocean, though, so maybe fish.
Speaker 2: Huh yeah, fish makes sense as.
Speaker 3: Much sense as raining meat from a cloudless guy can make.
I guess.
Speaker 2: I wonder how far it meat stormed? Meat stormed, A
sausage shower, A fleshy flurry, ooh a ribi rains stop.
I thought that last one was pretty good.
Speaker 3: Yeah, no, uh uh no, no meat puns please, But
it looks like it went pretty far the storm.
Speaker 2: Oh yeah, there's meat in every direction, just about as
far as I can see.
Speaker 3: This has to be the biggest espet event we've seen
so far.
Speaker 2: Uh huh. I definitely agree, Emily. Where are you going?
Speaker 3: I think we're heading back to the village?
Speaker 2: Oh why, I don't know.
Speaker 3: It's not like I'm driving this person.
Speaker 2: That's a fair point. My bad.
Speaker 3: It does seem like something's wrong.
Speaker 2: Though, Oh do you know what?
Speaker 3: I'm not sure, but this woman is concerned about the village.
Speaker 2: Can you tell how close we are to her village?
Speaker 3: Not precisely, but I know that we're close enough that
that meat storm would have hit there too, and we
should hear people panicking over raining meat.
Speaker 2: Yeah, yeah, I don't hear anyone, just her and the
little girl that's following.
Speaker 3: Is the little girl her harbinger?
Speaker 2: Yeah, I assume.
Speaker 3: So that's actually kind of creepy.
Speaker 2: Uh, I don't know. She's kind of adorable.
Speaker 3: Hey, Marcus. The village is just right around this bin.
Speaker 2: I'm still not hearing anyone.
Speaker 3: Yeah, neither am I. There's something definitely wrong. My host
is very afraid right now.
Speaker 2: The little girl just seems confused, but she's keeping up. Damn, Emily,
what's up?
Speaker 3: There aren't any blue lines none.
Speaker 2: Maybe the event is over, so the lines.
Speaker 3: Disappeared, but there are no blue lines for the people.
I should be able to still see the blue lines
for the villagers at least, but there are none.
Speaker 2: Is this the place? Yeah?
Speaker 4: This is it?
Speaker 3: This is the village?
Speaker 2: Where is everyone?
Speaker 3: I don't know?
Speaker 2: Did the event and take them? No?
Speaker 3: I don't think so.
Speaker 2: Did they run away?
Speaker 3: It doesn't look like it. Everyone's stuff is still here.
Doesn't look like a fight or like people panicked it.
It looks like they just disappeared.
Speaker 2: And you're sure that the isfat event didn't Yes.
Speaker 3: I'm sure this wasn't us.
Speaker 2: Okay, Okay, they're all just gone Emily, come over here,
look at this?
Speaker 3: What is it?
Speaker 2: Oh?
Speaker 3: Over here, Marcus, I have to wait for the woman
to turn around for me to look that way. She
has to be looking that way. Can you just tell
me what it is?
Speaker 2: Oh? Right, there's a mark on this tree. It's freshly carved.
I was hoping you could read it, or if you
know what it means.
Speaker 3: Okay, she turned around. I think I can see it
now and hmm, no, I don't know what it means.
It's eerie to look at though it It looks like
a word, but I don't know what language it's supposed
to be. Marcus, Marcus, damn it. We're waking up, aren't we.
Speaker 2: Hey, I'm only are you awake?
Speaker 3: Yeah, I'm up.
Speaker 2: What was that?
Speaker 3: I don't I don't really know.
Speaker 2: Were you able to see the mark?
Speaker 3: Yeah, just before we woke up?
Speaker 2: And what do you think? Do you know what it meant?
Speaker 6: No?
Speaker 3: It was really weird, but I have no idea what
it was, and neither did the anomaly I was in.
Oh damn, Marcus, you look like you're freezing.
Speaker 2: I am freezing.
Speaker 3: Here, take my blanket. I'll go start the car so
you can warm up a bit.
Speaker 2: Okay, thank you. I uh, I don't know how you're
handling this cold so well.
Speaker 3: Well, I guess I have thick skin, you know, from Chicago. Plus, Marcus,
I haven't gotten as beat up as you have in
the last twenty four hours. You look like you've been
run through a meek render.
Speaker 2: Oh that reminds me one more. For the dream, it
was a tornado. Tornado? Oh my god, No, that was
a legit good pun.
Speaker 3: That dream was so bizarre, like there was something else
going on, more than just an ispet event, Like something
took those people.
Speaker 2: But what could do that if it wasn't an ispat event?
And and why I leave the mark, I don't know.
Speaker 3: I wtched September and Hastings were around where we could
even ask them. They would probably know something.
Speaker 2: Hell, why don't you give them a call. It's it's
late morning over there right now. I'm sure they're up.
Speaker 3: Let's get on the road first. If we leave right now,
we can give back to Chicago by tonight or at
least early tomorrow morning.
Speaker 2: Actually, will you pop the hood real quick. I want
to take a look at the engine. The engine why uh, yeah,
I had a vision while you were sleeping earlier, and
I think there might be something wrong with the car,
but I'm not sure. I thought I would take a
peek and see if I could find it.
Speaker 3: Do you know anything about engines?
Speaker 2: No? Not really?
Speaker 3: Okay, Well what was the vision about?
Speaker 2: Uh? Well, the car was a balloon animal and we
were also balloon animals. We were in a cornfield and
we started to deflate balloon animals. Yes, balloon antal. Just
pop the hood and call Hastings.
Speaker 3: Are all right, Marcus.
Speaker 7: You have attempted to contact Hastings. This is a pre
recorded message that I Hastings, have recorded to let you
know that I am not in a position, whether physically
or mentally, to interact with you. You may leave a
request for follow up contact on the voicemail service. This
recording of me makes no commitment to respond or listen
to your request in a timely fashion. Due to the
limitation of this device, your request for response is limited
to three minutes, so please include all pertinent information within
the three minute threshold or call September.
Speaker 3: Hey, Hastings, this is Emily. I've been trying to call you, Marcus,
and I are heading back to Chicago. I don't want
to explain over the phone. Why but I think we're
in danger. So if you get this soon, please please
meet us in Chicago. Oh in p extra safe.
Speaker 2: Please.
Speaker 5: Back in Chicago. Contra agents Natalie White and Victor Brown
sat in silence within a sparsely decorated meeting room at
the Chicago Police Department. The room's minimalism was evident, with
just four basic office chairs, a square wooden table, and
cheap wallart adorning two of its four walls. The other
two walls, made of glass, offered a clear view into
the open floor of the police Department. They had quickly
surmised that their particular room was not designed for interrogation.
Yet they noticed security cameras pointed their way through the
glass wall. It was safe to assume that while the
cameras had visual access, they likely would not be able
to hear any conversation within the room. Agent White shot
a sharp look at Agent Brown, instantly halting the incessant clicking.
Speaker 4: Of his pant.
Speaker 5: He responded with a mischievous grin and tucked the pen
and the inner pocket of his blazer. To an outsider,
Brown might appear brash and green, but Natalie knew better.
His seemingly reckless demeanor was often a facade. The man
was exceptionally skilled at his work, with most of his
antics serving as a performance. Natalie could respect that, though
she wished he would reserve his theatrics for when they
had an audience. At this moment, his antics were simply obnoxious.
Just then, a gentleman wearing a gray jacket over a
Chicago Bear's T shirt entered the room. He wore thin,
wire framed glasses, perched high on his long nose, and
sported a badge on his left hip.
Speaker 8: Hello, I'm Detective Davis.
Speaker 6: Good evening, Detective. We were actually looking to speak with
Detective Bullard, right, and you are. We are private investigators
for an international security firm known as the Contra Risk
and Asset Control Group. I'm Natalie White and this is
my partner, Victor Brown.
Speaker 2: Is Detective Bullard not available?
Speaker 8: Ms White, mister Brown, It's a privilege, Unfortunately, No, Detective
Bullard is a way working on an active case at
the moment. Is there something I can assist you with?
Speaker 4: Doubt it.
Speaker 6: I'm not certain that you would have the information we require.
Do you know when Detective Bullard will return?
Speaker 8: He's probably going to be gone for a couple of days.
He's kind of a hard guy to track down. You
should tell me what you're looking to know. Maybe I
can help. I work with Bullard on a lot of cases,
and I may have insights on your investigation. I assume
you are here regarding an investigation.
Speaker 2: I can see why they Maybe you a detective.
Speaker 8: Is he always this pleasant?
Speaker 6: Typically we're following up on a case for a client.
This case involves some individuals that Detective Bullard has worked
with in the.
Speaker 4: Past, Marcus Baker and Emily Swanson.
Speaker 7: No one.
Speaker 8: I am familiar with that case, but it's not one
that we're actively working right now. We handed that case
off to the Fens and the State Boys, so I'm
not certing that bullet or I could be of any
use to you with this one. Maybe check with the
other agencies.
Speaker 2: Yeah, I already spoke to him. They're about as useful
as a knitted condom.
Speaker 8: Excuse me?
Speaker 4: Yeah, no, a bunch of dick hats.
Speaker 2: I can't catch anything charming.
Speaker 6: Please excuse my partner. We understand that there was an
event that took place at the old police station. An
explosion occurred on the day that Marcus escaped and Emily disappeared.
Speaker 8: Yes, it was an unfortunate event. Many officers and civilians
were injured that day, and a few even lost their lives.
You were there, Yeah, it had transferred to that department
just a couple months earlier.
Speaker 6: Did you or Detective Bullard see anything strange that day?
Speaker 2: Strange?
Speaker 8: How do you mean out.
Speaker 6: Of the ordinary, something you couldn't explain.
Speaker 8: Do you mean besides a fuel truck smashing into the
station and exploding.
Speaker 2: Yeah, that's exactly what she means.
Speaker 8: No, nothing comes to mind.
Speaker 6: Were there any unusual characters around, suspicious people that may
have been acting overtly odd?
Speaker 8: Miss White? This is a police station. Half the people
here are suspicious and everyone is odd.
Speaker 2: He got you there, Net.
Speaker 6: Do you think it would be possible for us to
look through the reports from that day, specifically the ones
that include Marcus Baker or Emily Swanson.
Speaker 8: No, I don't think that's going to be possible, Detective.
Speaker 6: I'm not looking to step on any toes here. You
yourself said that the case has been handed off to
other agencies. We are simply looking to see if there
is anything that might be related to our investigation, I said, no, Detective,
I assure you that my organization partners with police departments
all over the globe, this is nothing out of the usual.
Then I would be happy to fill out any forms necessary.
Speaker 8: Miss White, I have already given you my answer. Your
assurances don't mean much to me.
Speaker 4: Where the fuck is bored?
Speaker 2: This guy's pissing me off?
Speaker 6: I would like to speak to your superior. You are
impeding our investigation, and we have been nothing but cordial
with you.
Speaker 8: No superiors, I'm as high as you go, and Bullard
is off the table, so forget about him.
Speaker 6: Detective David.
Speaker 2: Yeah, who we are.
Speaker 5: We're not some little fucking security company to be trifled with.
Speaker 4: So why don't you come down from that high horse
of yours, pull a stick out of your ass and
give us the information we need?
Speaker 8: Do you always speaking cliches?
Speaker 6: Detective? If you could reach out to my organization, I'm
sure they will be able to clear up any red
tape that your superiors may have.
Speaker 2: Ms.
Speaker 8: White, I think it would be best if you contacted
your organization and told them this case is now closed.
There is nothing for you here. Your leads are dead,
your job is complete.
Speaker 2: Go home. You listen, hear you, cocky little fuck. You
have no idea who we are.
Speaker 8: You listen, Agent Brown, I know exactly who the contra are,
and I know exactly what you are capable of. But you,
my friend, do not know who I am or what
I am capable of. But I'm feeling cordial today, so
I I'm going to give you a tip. Call your
operator and ask them about Detective Mariano Davis, originally from
the Denver, Colorado PD. Ask your operator who I really
work for and why exactly you should not fuck with me.
Then get in your car, drive to the airport, and
get the fuck out of my city.
Speaker 6: Okay, okay, I understand. Thank you for your time, Detective.
We'll be going now.
Speaker 8: Good Oh and one last thing, agents, tell your operator
that Emily Swanson is off limits. She now belongs to
my employer and you will not touch our anomaly.
Speaker 6: Goodbye, Detective.
Speaker 4: Until we meet again, Davis, I look forward to it.
Speaker 5: Emily Swanson is voiced by Tsha Zang. Hastings is voiced
by Adam Culbertson. Marcus Baker is voiced by Nico Rodriguez.
Detective Davis is voiced by Glenn Michael Saxton. Agent Natalie
White is voiced by Sarah Callahan. Agent Victor Brown is
voiced by t Alexander Saxton and narrated by Michael cole
Isfet Archives was written by Nico Rodriguez in collaboration with
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