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towerofanimus2013-05-13 07:36 am
toomanyeyes) wrote in towerofanimus2013-05-13 07:36 am
In which the Tower acquires a Boogeyman. Great. [intro]
Characters: Pitch and YOU
Setting: The library for now. He will be moving steadily upwards as he explores, so if your character is on a different floor, don't be afraid to put it in the subject heading!
Format: Prose to start, will match
Summary: The Tower's brand new Boogeyman is in the exploring mood. Be afraid. Very afraid.
Warnings: If you haven't checked out Pitch's permission post and replied to it, do so here first. Kind of important. Pitch exploits and reads people's fears, so if you don't want him digging into your character's head, please let me know!
Pitch couldn't believe how good his luck had become.
Centuries--no, millennia of being dismissed as a bad dream, as a nagging feeling, as a figment of some human's imagination, betrayed and starved and almost outright killed by the Guardians... No more of that, now. Now he had an entire Tower to paralyze with fear, to inflict with nightmares. Here, everyone could see him. Whether they believed in him or not. And they would believe, if Pitch had his way.
But that could wait. Bolstered by the fears of an entire community, he was feeling better, stronger than he had in ages. A perfect time to go exploring his new home. Why should he care about the old one, when the new was already turning out so well? He would miss certain things, certainly. Scenery, a few of his fellow spirits, the ones very old like himself that were still clinging to existence. But he had survived, and not them. All the better. He already had to share with his rescuers. Less to bicker over, really.
Pitch sat in one of the chairs in the library, enjoying a book he'd been meaning to read for a while. At the Mountains of Madness was the only thing he had yet to read, and he lamented not being able to do so during its author's lifetime. He read intently, giggling a bit to himself. "Oh Howard. You sad little man. You never did quite get the hang of dialogue, did you?"
Setting: The library for now. He will be moving steadily upwards as he explores, so if your character is on a different floor, don't be afraid to put it in the subject heading!
Format: Prose to start, will match
Summary: The Tower's brand new Boogeyman is in the exploring mood. Be afraid. Very afraid.
Warnings: If you haven't checked out Pitch's permission post and replied to it, do so here first. Kind of important. Pitch exploits and reads people's fears, so if you don't want him digging into your character's head, please let me know!
Pitch couldn't believe how good his luck had become.
Centuries--no, millennia of being dismissed as a bad dream, as a nagging feeling, as a figment of some human's imagination, betrayed and starved and almost outright killed by the Guardians... No more of that, now. Now he had an entire Tower to paralyze with fear, to inflict with nightmares. Here, everyone could see him. Whether they believed in him or not. And they would believe, if Pitch had his way.
But that could wait. Bolstered by the fears of an entire community, he was feeling better, stronger than he had in ages. A perfect time to go exploring his new home. Why should he care about the old one, when the new was already turning out so well? He would miss certain things, certainly. Scenery, a few of his fellow spirits, the ones very old like himself that were still clinging to existence. But he had survived, and not them. All the better. He already had to share with his rescuers. Less to bicker over, really.
Pitch sat in one of the chairs in the library, enjoying a book he'd been meaning to read for a while. At the Mountains of Madness was the only thing he had yet to read, and he lamented not being able to do so during its author's lifetime. He read intently, giggling a bit to himself. "Oh Howard. You sad little man. You never did quite get the hang of dialogue, did you?"
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And so for the first time in a very, very long time, Pitch was rendered entirely speechless.
Finally he cleared his throat. "What makes you say that...?"
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"Well, if you look at the people and things Lovecraft was influenced by, there were quite a few authors, like Poe, Blackwood, and Chambers..but, to be honest, you probably wouldn't be calling Lovecraft a friend if you were any of those authors. Poe was dead, and Lovecraft's readership was limited while he was alive.
However, Lovecraft was also influenced by two other things: his love of science, which you don't quite fit of the part of, and his own nightmares, which would fit your 'rubbing off' statement. Poe was also influenced by fear, and Lovecraft's stories were mostly about cosmic entities that might as well been fear personified for those universes, as they drove people mad with both horror and the fact that they could do nothing about them.
So, was my guess correct? Or are you an author who knew Lovecraft during his lifetime?"
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"I don't know much about the people in your universe, so I wouldn't say that..but when you mention Lovecraft in front of a book girl, the truth will come out sooner or later."