( Relationship Post )

I have returned to the village for a moment. With it I bring news: I have conquered the voice-within known as mother. We knew her as Jenova. Now she is another voice within my internal multitude, at my disposal. I have all her memories.

Does anyone wish to know anything about her?

[Action: Leto's done sent his smallest sandworms through the portal, between three and six feet long. Naturally that means they end up in random places! So if you want a sandworm in your bath, falling on your head or just chilling wherever you are, reply here!]

Plans within plans. Traps within traps. Others have pointed out the inconsistencies in their logic. Yet there might also be a trap in not taking the gate. Let us test it.

[Action]

[Leto actually is going to the carnival. Find him in one of two places:

1: He is at the Great Mysterio's stand. The masked droid has ahold of his hand. The sandtrout that dot it are visible now. He appears to be...testing himself. As fast as Mysterio predicts things, he's doing the same, matching his pace. Is this cheating? Or is he cheating himself?

2: He is also at the Megamarksman booth, crouched. He's racking up an incredible score. There's already a pile of tchotchkes and plushies next to him. If you look closely, however you can see he seems to be aiming at the targets before they appear.]

[Written]

For our little society, festivals serve the function of releasing pressure, not just for the individual but also for the group. People are allowed the illusion of thrills and of freedom.

Does anyone have contact with the wind spirit or wind manipulation powers?

Lady Alia has returned to Arrakis. With her gone, it is now safe for me to tell everyone her story.

Alia is my aunt. Me, her and my twin sister are all preborn: We were born with the memory-lives of all our ancestors.

All preborn eventually must face their internal cacaphony. Some of us control them. Some don't and become possesed Abominations.

In my timeline, Alia failed her test. She became an abomination controlled by the ghost of her grandfather, Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, who killed her father and tried to kill her mother and her brother (my father).

In my timeline, she managed to regain control long enough to plunge a crysknife into her heart and end the Baron forever.

However in Luceti, I believe she will pass her trial this time. Without the stress of being a galactic regent to an empire that's falling apart at the seams and with the friends she made here, I have hope she will pass her trial this time.

I want to thank everyone who was kind to her. Our water is commingled now.

[With a noise like a thousand people going 'WHOP' all at once, Leto comes tumbling out of the sky to land in the exact middle of the village. He hits the ground front-first, a cloud of dust blooming around him. He appears mostly unconscious, though his eyes are open and he mutters words: Mother, Golden Path, Alia, Abomination. Green has begun to infiltrate the edges of his blue-within-blue eyes, like little cracks in the earth. Both glow brightly. On his skin, geostigma and sandtrout war for dominance: they are next to each other, wrapping around and pushing against each other so his skin looks like a fight between two armies.]

My experiments with voice posting for Leto, attempting to voice act some of his older entries.

Number One: After taking the Geostigma water, Leto thanks Kadaj

Number Two: During the Suggestion Curse, he succeeds in licking his elbow. The cracking sound was made by snapping a piece of green pepper near the reciever.

They'll have me in five hours, fourty two minutes, twenty eight seconds. If anyone has business with me, find me before then.

[Private to friends]

I don't know how this will interact with any of my...uniquenesses. Do not approach me afterwards until it's been verified that I am myself.

Do not bother to look for survivors. They are immune to torture.

Though I do wonder why they did not simply carpet bomb us with their equivalent to atomics. Are they a more primitive civilization than the Malnosso or did they simply hope to gain something from our bodies?

He knew the purpose of those ruins. Noone believed me and Meryl when I told them what they are...

I intend to return there as soon as the barrier is lifted. Is there anyone with an expertise in forensic or detective science who wishes to accompany me?

Ahhhhhhhhhh. Thank you, Kadaj. I am beginning to...understand things.

[Leto drank the geostigma water]

Keep Duo Maxwell awake.

[This is said with the Voice of Command, an ability from the Duniverse that allows the user to compel obediance in the listener. So whoever hears this, you're pretty much gonna have to pester him.]

I must not fear...Fear is the mind killer...I will face my fear, I will let it pass through me...I must not fear...Fear is the mind killer...I will face my fargrglkjlkgjlrg [Attempting to lick his elbow and...Oh, there's some unsettling popping sounds...He succeeds.]...Didn't know I could do that.

I need to learn to "hack". I have neglected this skill for too long, thinking my natural abilities with codes would be enough. Your reward will be richer than you can imagine.

[Private to Friends]

I've been debating wether to tell anyone this, but I am gaining nothing by keeping this to myself. I've found out last month that the original designer of the Malnosso's capture system was the man we know as Jacob.

[Private to Jacob]

Even with the aid of of the POV gun, I still don't understand. What did you hope to gain with it? Where you trapped...or just power hungry? What went through the heads of the original Malnosso?

[Private to Self|hackable]

They're casting about for those who have effected their home universes. I know that's why they wanted me, at least. Muad'dib created a universe and I destroyed it, shattered it so it budded into many possibilities. They're just like him...looking for the safe way out. And look where it's gotten them. Stagnating and increasingly desperate. They will destroy themselves in their desperation someday.

They fail to realize: The holy accident is the way out.

[Guess who's lurking on the rooftops with his POV Gun, grinning under his robe like some demented antihero from a '90s superhero comic. BLOODDEATHKILLSHOTMAIM Leto is selecting his targets and firing, strafing pretty indiscriminately. He pretty much doesn't care who he hits. He'll do his level best to duck away after he hits you. Be warned that Leto's POV is fucking complicated]

A lesson their bones will remember indeed...Ahehehehe...

This weather is more to my liking. It reminds me of home...


[Action: He's outside the village, in the tall grass, lying on his back, shirtless (and completely unselfconscious), at the point of maximum sunlight at the hottest hours of the day. The hotter the sun gets, the happier he seems until any observer would conclude that he should long since be dead of heatstroke. But he hasn't sweated a drop. Of course they'd probably also notice the sandtrout that cover parts of his skin, but that's neither here nor there.]

I feel no different. When I look down at my hands, my skin is still not my own...But my reflection has changed.

[Said drawn out as if there were a great deal of resentment towards this person, almost a growl.]

Muaaaad'diiiiiib.

The prophet that put humanity in my universe on the path to eventual extinction...All for love. All so he could spend a few more years with his beloved Chani.

This leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.

[Action: He'll be in front of the fountain and the lake, looking longingly at them. This comes from fail!dad who spent his first fifteen years on the watery world of Caladan]

[OOC: Leto himself hasn't changed, but to most people he appears as Paul-Muad'dib Atreides, his father, Alia's brother. Up to you if your character sees just Leto's reflection as Paul's or sees him totally that way. Feel free to encounter him in the village examining himself in a reflective surface.]

This weather does not agree with me. I am a desert creature and not accustomed t- [Sound of a sneeze. He induced it, would rather not people suspect the real reason he doesn't wanna be in the rain.]

Ahem. Anyway, inhabitants of Luceti...A bag of my aunt's cookies, muffins or waffles for whoever manages to entertain me.