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For two groups of entities formed by the human equivalents of sunshine, the egos weren’t always having a very pleasant time. It made sense, of course; the did contain a couple of demons, murderers, and a heaping helping of conflicting personalities and issues. But despite that, they usually got along fine.
It did tend to get loud for the Septic egos, however, which almost made it a relief when the newest ego of Jack’s showed up in the corner of the main room, completely silent, staring out of the window. The doctor and the magician cautiously stepped inside the large office-like room, the latter immediately stopping as he noticed the man.
“If this is some Blair Witch thing, I am getting the fuck out of here.” Marvin the Magnificent hissed, backing away from the black and white man in the bowler hat.
“Be silent,” Dr Schneeplestein chastised Marvin, stepping closer to the new ego, concerned, “he is nervous. I think you are frightening him.”
As usual, the doctor’s guess turned out to be incorrect. The man suddenly turned around, and upon noticing the others in the room, waved excitedly, his arms moving a bit too wildly, even for one of Jack’s egos. They could see grain and black lines dancing around his form, reminding Marvin of the old films he used to watch while practicing magic.
The doctor seemed to stiffen as he noticed the effects, recalling another ego. But that didn’t matter at that moment, and he pushed the thought to the back of his mind.
“Hello, my friend.” He greeted, extending his hand, which the other man shook in a calmer motion than the doctor had expected. “You do not know, vhere you are, I know. Ve…do not either, exactly-“
“Well that’s gonna reassure him,” Marvin commented sarcastically, “While we’re at it, let’s just introduce him to An-“
“Be quiet!”
Marvin shut his mouth, frowning slightly. He moved forwards to sit on the table in the middle of the room, between the other two men. The doctor sighed, readjusting his surgical mask to make sure it wouldn’t fall from his face. He did find it a bit strange that the new ego hadn’t spoken yet.
“Do you maybe have a name?”
The ego nodded, but didn’t make a sound.
“…May ve know it?”
“Maybe he doesn’t like you, Schneep.” Marvin commented from where he was now lying back on the table, levitating some playing cards above his head. He flinched as one fell, hitting him in the eye, “Ow, fuck!”
At the suggestion of disliking the doctor, the new ego frantically shook his head, looking apologetic. He then brought his hand up to his throat and tapped it, before shaking his head once more.
“Ah…you maybe cannot talk?” The doctor realised, looking curiously at the man. How strange; Jack’s egos were always so loud; this would create quite a difference. Of course, Robbie also barely spoke, at least not coherently, but it was quite different. He wondered if the would get along. There was also…
“Vell, that is alright, we have another here who cannot talk well, I am very sure you vill get along.” Of course they would, everyone loved Robbie. “You are not alone here; ve also have a friend here who cannot see, but he is away at ze moment.”
He wasn’t quite sure where the Host, or any of Mark’s egos were at that moment. Apart from Dr. Iplier, who apparently never left the building unless he felt like diagnosing random individuals with just…dying, for no real reason. Or maybe they were dying, Schneeplestein didn’t know. He had tried not to think about death since-
“Jameson Jackson? That’s your name?”
The doctor blinked as he heard Marvin talking, and turned to see him holding a scrap of paper on which the ego -apparently named Jameson- had written.
“I like it, we have a lot of “J’s” around here, you’ll fit right in.” Marvin grinned, handing the paper back. He then almost dropped all his cards when a hand reached out from underneath the table to take the paper from Jameson. The rest of the cards floated down to land in a pile as Marvin began excitedly asking about the hand, and talking about magic or something or other.
Schneeplestein didn’t care for magic, he preferred cold hard facts. Mathematics and science that worked. That was completely seperate from magic, or demonic possession, or-
As the two excitable egos conversed (well, Marvin conversed; Jameson just enthusiastically gestured, occasionally stopping to write something down on the papers that the hand passed to him), Schneeplestein excused himself from the room. He quickly shut the door, glad to face the corridor, which had several routes leading to escape. He didn’t know why he felt so…apprehensive all of a sudden. The new ego seemed charming and friendly, and even the quiet was a nice change. But something felt off.
He shook his head, positive that he was just imagining things due to his three hours of sleep. He probably needed another coffee. He decided to introduce Jameson to the rest of the building and the rest of the egos, and stepped back into the room.