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Preface
12/1/18

The journal is written in pen with smooth, legible handwriting. It’s apparent that the author isn’t particularly well practiced, several words scratched out and revised.

This is a This journal acts as a is a compendium of information related to psionics and psionic individuals. As it stands, Encyclopedia Communis defines psionics as, “A science barely understood, the extro extraordinary ability to alter the physical realm through the manipulation of metaphysical wavelengths.” The goal of me writing this is to gain a better personal understanding of psionics, and how it affects me.

I believe I am sensitive to psionics. In what way, I am not entirely sure fully aware, but so far, it appears I am sensitive in that…
  • I can sometimes sense psionic individuals, 'psions’. [CONFIRMED]
  • I can sometimes sense affected objects, ‘artifacts’. [CONFIRMED]
  • I am more extremely affected by psionic abilities. [UNCONFIRMED]
  • I am more able to feel the use of abilities on myself that others may not feel. [UNCONFIRMED]
This would explain the odd, seemingly random feelings and sensations I’ve had in the presence of strangers throughout my life. Perhaps they were psions, or had latent abilities yet to be discovered. Perhaps they were sensitive, like me.

Whatever the case, these feelings have recently come to bea bare again, since I came to the sector. The first individual who I sensed was a surgeon, who had come to assist me with my patients, Doctor Carne. I could feel her stare violate the boundaries of my body. She was staring not staring at me, but inside of me. I could feel her stare haunt me when my back was turned to leave.

The second individual made me feel no better. After an incident which left me crippl in a hospital bed, I recall, among others, an avian standing over me. His presence was palpable, rotten sickening to the core. My stomach turned in knots when he was around. Whenever he pointed at me, I couldn't breathe. This became obvious as I was operating on Lau a patient. Although my back was turned to him, I could feel my very being being constricted. He noticed. I'm sure she did too.

It turns out the avian was more knowledgeable about this kind of thing than anyone I knew. Ammon was his name, and he told me of his theories about psionics and my sensitivity. What a way to make a girl feel special. It sounds ridiculous, but I believed him because I have experienced such things, things unnatural beyond a doubt.

I have come to be fascinated with this aspect of myself as it becomes more tangible and relevant. It's like discovering a hidden talent in yourself whose posi possibilities seem limitless, and I must pursue it. However, I can’t get ahead of myself because my sensitivity could prove to be a great danger to myself, as recent events have suggested. I'm hoping to thoroughly document my sensitivity in order to better understand and control it. I hope this is a step in the right direction.

Naoko Setoharu, 12/1/18
 

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Experiment Log #1
12/1/18

Another entry, on the page after the first. The handwriting seems to be neatly scratched and deliberate.

The difference between messing around and science is writing it down, which is why I've decided to record any 'experiments’ or tests of abilities. Perhaps I should take a more controlled and scientific approach to this in the future. To start, I'll begin with a compilation of 'tests’ and 'experiments’ conducted with some friends and acquaintances.

Date: 11/27/18
Focus: Exploration of other Psion's abilities.

Subject:
Blaire
Subject Details: Blaze. Is there anything else to say?
Presence: None? I've been near Blaire many times in the past, and have never picked up on anything yet.
Nature of Abilities: Energy Sapping

Procedure: Blaire and I stood a few feet apart, and she was instructed to “use her ability” on me. We made eye contact, and her ability was activated, unknowingly.
Results: I passed out within seconds, and woke up on the floor almost immediately.
Notes: I believe the effects of Blaire’s energy sapping were amplified on me. I was physically exhausted afterwards, and had trouble standing. It seemed like she had stolen energy from my body itself. The reason why I passed out so suddenly is unknown, but could have been from exhaustion or a sudden drop in blood pressure.

Subject: Methias
Subject Details: Human in his early 30’s, tall and built. Intimidating looking.
Presence: None that I can make out.
Nature of Abilities: Nullification

Procedure: Methias was instructed to focus on Ammon, a known psion, and snap his fingers, which causes his nullification abilities to become active. He was also instructed to focus on myself, and an artifact in the form of a poisoned teacup.
Results: Ammon temporarily lost the use of his abilities. The tea remained poisoned, even as Methias focused on the artifact. Nothing happened to me.
Notes: The nature of Methias’s ability is unclear. Why he could disable Ammon but not me or the effects on the teacup isn’t clear to me. Perhaps he can only nullify psions of certain natures?

* Presence denotes how, if at all, I can 'sense’ the person, and how it feels to be in their presence.

The fact that Blaire caused me to faint by just looking at me is alarming. If effects are amplified on me in such a manner, what might this mean for other psions and their abilities? Is there a way to defend myself against these things? I’m choosing to continue to pursue this subject in order to find and explore my options. For the next log, I should record things as they happen rather than in retrospect. Maybe I’ll use more formal language for the logs.

Naoko Setoharu, 12/1/18
 

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Entry #1
12/5/18

This entry appears to have been written loosely and quickly. Seems the author jotted down their thoughts hastily.

I'm going crazy, I must be. Visions, presences, panic attacks, it's all becoming too much. I can't keep a clear head. Am I in over my head, can I stop all of this?

I'm not going into detail about the visions. I haven't figured anything out yet, and every idea I've had is lost to the wind. I'm powerless to stop these lapses in my consciousness. Time doesn't pass as they happen, like my mind is playing a broken memory. At least it isn’t just me, right?

Everywhere I go, the air is tense, rich with feelings and energy. I can sense them all whenever I take a moment to stop and listen. People, things, energy. Static, warmth, vertigo. How have I not felt this before? Something must have flared or clicked in my head. The only time I can find peace is when I'm completely alone, quiet, meditating. What scares me the most is that things might stay this way for the rest of my life. My choices boil down to get used to it or end it.

As the entry goes on, the writing becomes progressively looser, nearly illegible by the end.

Can I even get used to this kind of thing? Especially when it makes me act wrong and panic. I might look deranged to others, but I know what I feel. I know what I felt. Pure pressure, intense beyond my limits. It was harsh, terrifying, gripping me to my very core and tearing the sense out of me. It was someone else. The worst part was, no one would listen to me. Maybe I am going crazy.

The signature devolves into a loose scribble ending in a broad pen stroke across the width of the page, the date scratched in afterwards.

Naoko Setoharu, 12/5/18
 

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Experiment Log #2
12/8/18

The writing is nice and neat, jotted in a linear style.

Recently, I’ve acquired three books, files, all documenting various psions and their abilities. The means through which I got them were questionable, but the documents themselves are rich with detail. One of them is a dissection, and it came with a vial of the person’s blood. I can’t imagine how this was all acquired, but it is valuable information to me. A set of files documented a person who could raise and lower the body temperature of themselves and others, referred to as a ‘thermokinetic’. The second, a book practically falling apart, detailed someone who could read other people’s emotions through touch, like a physical kind of empathy. I’d like to refer to them as an ‘empath’. The rest was too hard to make out. The final book, the dissection, had a metal cover and was in good condition. It detailed a psion who could grow crystals from various kinds of salts. It came with a vial of their blood. It seems that these kinds of abilities vary greatly, some more physical, others purely mental.

I met with Solour today, and we exchanged our books and information on them, but, it was a bit one sided. Apparently he can’t read well, so he trusted me with his book, which described a person who could change the color of objects they touched. A vial of blood came with it, too, which looked lighter than normal. So, there I sat, with two vials of psion blood. Experiment time.

Date: 12/8/18
Focus: Sensing Psion blood.

Sample: Control Blood, O-
Description: A sample of manufactured blood from the fridge in the clinic, in a vial.
Sensation: None.

Sample:
Psion Blood, Crystallizer
Description: A vial of blood from the crystal growing psion.
Sensation: Tingling, when touched. When I thought about it, it felt like everything was falling into place. Order? A subtle, calming sensation.

Sample: Psion Blood, Chromavert
Description: A vial of blood from the color changing psion. The blood is lighter in appearance.
Sensation: Tingling, when touched. When I focused on the vial, I could feel the energy coming from it. It flared all the way down my arm, vibrant and passionate, like I could see a million colors behind my eyelids. I’ve never felt a reaction as intense from something so mundane.

Sample: My Own Blood, B+
Description: A sample of my own blood, looks normal.
Sensation: None.

From what I can tell, these properties that make psions different from the others flows throughout their body, at least through their blood. I can’t tell if there’s anything different about mine, or if i’m just in tune with my own ‘vibe’. Either could be the case, so nothing can be concluded from it. What was most interesting was the way the Chromavert’s blood made me feel. I can compare it to opening my eyes on a good morning, a fresh, cognizant feeling. Maybe in time I can reproduce the feeling with other artifacts, maybe even other psions themselves. Only time will tell.

Naoko Setoharu, 12/8/18
 

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Entry #2
12/19/18

The writing on this page is smooth, and flows quite well, formed like an artist with his brush.

Been a while, dear diary. Maybe writing this is more therapeutic than anything, but I need answers. Being pushy won’t help. Recently, a black wearing familiar has come to town, familiar to everyone except myself it seems. Every time he’s around, it feels like a bad dream. Maybe it’s worse. They respect and revere him, but I know nothing of him except for his feeling. It’s worse than Ammon’s.

It was related to those twisted visions. An interloper that they claimed to know from their past, and he knew them as well. Syed, is what he’s called. I could sense him before I saw him, it felt like something inevitable was coming, like what I imagine a feeling of impending doom to be. It felt like nothing was real, like nothing mattered. Lucid. But it was very real. I was afforded the opportunity to question him, and it’s apparent he’s foreign. Not only to this strand or sector, but to this existence. An outsider. Bahtli. I can’t wrap my head around it, but he’s from a different time or place than my own. Our own. It sounds ridiculous, in retrospect.

But what other type would greet me in the middle of a morning snowstorm on a rooftop? I wish I knew. This is stranger than strange, more ‘out there’ than the kind of thing I’m trying to learn about now. Maybe it’s a bad thing, maybe more meddling will only spell trouble for me. Well, pursuit of knowledge, right? Let’s hope to stay out of hot waters.

Naoko Setoharu, 12/19/18
 
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Entry #3
12/26/18

Another entry, written in smooth pen. Some of it is scratchier than the rest, the writer trying to get their thoughts down properly.

There are two interlopers now. I can tell them apart from the rest, and I hope the reverse isn't true. The other one is a woman, named Lambda. Cute hair. I don’t know who these people are, but the feeling around her is the same, so far as I can tell. I’m curious to know more about these strangers.

Perhaps I can sate my own curiosity as well. I’ve been afforded the opportunity to get closer to these people, and to make headway, I’m opting to take it. Syed approached me outside the clinic, asking for work for his friend. It felt more like a demand than anything, but I obliged, and have yet to meet her properly. It’s a chance to get to know her, at least.

As for Syed? We spoke, extensively, about happenings. Theoreticals. That man has a silver tongue, certainly a gift. Idealistic, too, and like me, he’d rather talk than fight. Maybe there’s more in common between him and I than I would like to believe. We’ll talk, some time, over tea. I want to know what about him is special, what he can do that nobody else can. I want to know other things, too. What does he want? He seems to have enough connections to get it, whatever it is.

In other news, I spoke to my parents, and my sister, the first time in a while. Maybe I can visit home soon and get away from it all.

Naoko Setoharu, 12/26/18

P. S. Methias and I would make a great tag team.
 
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This entry is made in the very last page of her diary. The handwriting is different- less organized, not quite as smooth. To her, perhaps, it was obvious who it might be from.

To Naoko: As of my writing this, it is Nearly 4 in the morning, on the 12th of January, 3018. This is the day I found out about your disappearance. I've no idea how serious this is yet. All I know is you're gone. I know, you probably aren't happy I went snooping- assuming you ever even read this entry, but...I have to find you. And I'll use every means I can. Ideally, you're reading this in the far flung future. Maybe we've got kids, and they're playing in the sand at the beach- and we've got that dream house we talked about while laying on your couch in your office. But, nothing is ideal. I don't know if you'll ever get a chance to read this. In a perfect world- we don't have any more issues. I've found steady work. We're married with kids, and we live happily ever after, and we grow old together. That's what I want- for the both of us. We've tolerated a lot from each other, and I have no doubt we'll make it through this little hiccup too. God only knows what the future holds for us both. I've been trying my hardest to make you happy. I suppose this entry is a bit of a ramble. I guess I don't have a point. Maybe we broke up and haven't seen each other in years, and he had a nasty fight and hate each other's guts. Wherever this entry finds you, know this: Regardless of anything I might have said or done, or am still saying and doing....I love you. You're my world. I hope what we have never ends. <3

------ Wyatt Stokes
 
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