List of Others

This is a list of Others that while mentioned in the Otherverse are not explicated. Some of these terms may be missapplied and meant to be general while others are far more accurate.

Archetype

Alternatively called an Eidolon is a creation made by summoners that pours the needed spirits and power into the needed shape.<ref>There were books on basic summoning, the making of Others, the creation of an archetype or eidolon, which was a concept or an idea that wouldn’t exist unless summoned, and would pull in all the necessary spirits, power, and whatever to manifest.  More appropriate spirits and more appropriate situations, stronger summoning.   - Excerpt from False Moves 12.7</ref>

Compiler Error

Weird tech things, very very dangerous things that happen when you mess with things when try to update a Self or Other into .<ref>In the medium-sized circle, about ten feet across, a chest freezer, old television, and what could have been a computer server rose out of the floor.  They were all gathered together, the freezer left partially open, the television cracked, and the computer server a bit battered.  Within the freezer, dark behind the television screen, and in the gaps of the server, Lucy could see pink, translucent, skinless flesh threaded through with blue and canary yellow wires, periodically with dull illumination, as if a faint, flickering lightbulb had lit up in the recesses.  She could see something curled up within the television, with an exaggerated, outstanding spine that threaded out of the television and into the server, the ridges and points of it exaggerated and tangled up with the blue and yellow wires.  The machine hummed audibly and the organic part of it breathed, a part of the server expanding and contracting, bodily fluids running out of one part to the floor as one gap widened.  A single red light on the server blinked regularly.
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absorbed by a Compiler Error and extruded, brain damaged, into the nearest appliance or container…”

As she walked by the techy Other, the freezer jerked, sliding toward her, and cracked open, fluids bubbling from one corner.  Mrs. Durocher reached across the circle and gave it a full-bodied shove, putting it right back where it had been.
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“This is a Compiler Error.  It results from a failed attempt at transplanting or translating an Other or a Self to a system.  There are different kinds in Alchemy, like Seethes and Boils, and there are other kinds in ritual circles gone wrong, like the Dark Design or Umbrage.  Variants on the Compiler Error include the Overflow Error and the Resource Error.  It is material, feral and corrupts.”
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The fridge thing jerked, then dragged itself forward.  It rose up, bulged with flesh, and popped, a printer or something bulging out the side.  Something that looked like intestine with wire running through it spilled out of it, pooling on the floor.
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The thing loomed, growing, and touched the wall.  Wires behind the wall were ripped out, veins and wires snaking along their length, flesh expanding around the holes that had been left behind.  The chest freezer had opened, and flesh-tainted computer parts were spilling out on a tide of ambiguous, translucent flesh.

It approached Durocher, reaching.

“No,” she told it, with an edge to her voice.

It backed off, approaching students instead.  Durocher remained on stage, unflinching, watching.
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More limbs were circling around the walls, films of skin reaching over windows.  The door- she looked back and saw it was already sealed, a hand growing out of the flesh, pressing against it.

It smelled, now that it was out of the circle.  Like meat that was a little off, like burning, and like there was metal in the air. - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.1</ref>

Dwarves

Others that could be called Dwarves can be found throughout the western world.<ref>Goblins of the European countries met and mingled with the little people of the wilderness here, as did a grouping of dwarves.  The ferocious mingled with goblins, and the canny mingled with dwarves.  Another sort of establishment. - Excerpt from Summer Break 13.2</ref>

Immure

Clay creature that can contain other things, such as elemental or divine, able to create pseudo knots in an area..<ref>She looked properly up.  Not up and at the tree, or up and out at the sky.  Branches criss-crossed above the narrow path.  There was a dark patch in the middle, that she could have dismissed as a bird’s nest if she wasn’t as suspicious as she was.  The more Lucy stared using the Sight, the more the criss-crossing branches seemed to expand, the nest filling up more and more of her vision.

Something was inside that nest, and the more she looked at it, the more that something grew, swelling.  It had arms, legs, and body all curled up around one another, and a rounded head of roughly equal size to the rest of it, oversized.  It looked like crude, slapped-together clay in a rough baby shape, with bits of shore mud, twigs, and dry grass sticking out, giving it a very ragged silhouette.  Roots and branches stuck out from around it, extending into the foliage.
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This was a thing that twisted the area around it.  It spread itself through environment, it created a snare, and it lurked… she wondered if it was lurking inside a twist of physical space.  Like spitting unchewable, unswallowable gristle into a napkin and then twisting up that napkin into a bulb.  That might be why it had a creeping, fishbowl effect on her field of vision when she stared at it, if that was why her awareness of its influence was so specific to her keeping her gaze around where it was.
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To her Sight, the nest that cradled the thing was festooned with wooden spikes with ribbons tied to the end, and bones scraped down to have sharp edges, and stone blades with the sort of edges that could form if stones were struck together.  The staining was near-black.

The longer she stared, the more it expanded in her vision.  She’d thought at first it was roughly her size but she was getting the sense now that it was much, much bigger.

She started to realize that the width of it and its nest might be enough to take up the entire sky above this patch of path.  When she’d been scaling up the tree, taking flight, the branch had stopped her.

The creature’s mouth opened wider.  That weightless, awful feeling swelled.  Like standing on a bridge above a serious drop, no railing, feeling the lack of solid ground in front of her.  The amount of empty space behind that mouth, even though it didn’t look like that wide a gap- it had that kind of effect.
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“For your edification, yes, it’s spiritual, and elemental, but there is a touch of the divine in it as well.  When deities spill their seed it can pave the way for things like this.  A bit of the life-bearing clay given seed enough for life, but nothing to shape it.  And because it’s divine, and because you’re in its realm…
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The light was starting to shine through the trees again.  There was a cascade of mud with bones in it from the gut of the creature, as Gashwad did enough damage.  It really wasn’t a fighter. - Excerpt from Dash to Pieces 11.7</ref> Correct spelling is a bit hazy.<ref>“The Immure Lucy, Guilherme, and Gashwad faced down yesterday is a consequence of the shrines.  You’re building all the shrines on the one side of the perimeter so far…”
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“Be careful.  Especially since that’s the direction the…”

“Immure.  According to Toadswallow.”

“Immure… right.  I need to look that up.  Is that E-M-?”

“No idea.” - Excerpt from Dash to Pieces 11.9</ref>

Kitsune

Fox Other that's realated to Oni.<ref>“Kitsune,” Yadira said, laying a hand over her heart.

“I don’t know… what’s the significance of that?” Lucy asked.

“Fox… spirit… thing?” Verona guessed, halting.

“Ayakashi, or Mamono.  Others of a particular stripe, close to the Oni,” Yadira said.  “You really had no idea?” - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.1</ref>

Komainu

Artificial guardian dogs carved individually or as a set.<ref>Others of a Specific Line
Others of a consistent appearance, nature, and function will pick the same animals where possible.  This can be preferable to practitioners who wish to know what to expect, but they often have limited opportunities for growth in character or adaptation outside of their comfort zone, and this may lead to less affable Others for those who want friendly companionship or a Casual practitioner-Familiar relationship.  An example of this may be the Komainu, or the ‘stone lion’, a mass-manufactured guardian Other who protects and karmically benefits households.  Most are similar, though they may vary in size and shape, and a male Komainu will have a similar personality to another male Komainu.
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The aforementioned Komainu are often created in matched pairs, and one could pick such a pair as their familiar. - excerpt from Famulus, quoted in Bonus Material: Famulus Text</ref>

Plague Doctor

Little is none about Plague Doctors but art probably linked in some way to Pestilence and therefore Life.<ref>Nibble and Chloe had a scrap with a plague doctor Other up at the top of Bowdler.  We’ve been treating the roads as the only port of entry for practitioners and potential witch hunters, and forests as the means of approach for Others, but it’s not that simple.  We’re lucky they had a nose for it.”

“Thank you,” Matthew told the ghouls.

“Give the thanks to Chloe,” Nibble said, he sounded surprisingly normal.  “She sniffed it out, thought it was food.” - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.2</ref>

Selkies

Those seals that can take human form they need to be taught about human society first of course.<ref name=":4">Terrence Hegh is not an anecdote drawn from ancient times, but a relatively modern example of the unconventional relationship.  Awakened, Terrence was forbidden from taking a familiar without family approval.  Driven by a fascination with the sea, in part due to his belief that he could reunite with a drowned lover if he could find her body, Terrence met and forged a deal with a Selkie, Graeme.  Every seven days, they met on the shore and mingled blood, each teaching the other one thing.  Functionally, the effect was similar to that of a familiar bond.  Both men carried on this way for some time, slicing their arms and holding the wounds to one another, each answering questions for the other.

Terrence eventually reached the point where he could draw on the Selkie’s power, and took to the water.  Graeme, however, felt he had much more to learn before he could traverse the cities of man, and felt betrayed in the deal.  He found and hid the body of Terrence’s lover, hoping to extort the rest of the information he needed from the young man.  When Terrence found the body, the Selkie guarded it, keeping him from approaching.  Terrence tricked the Selkie, giving him ‘a book with more information than he had shared in all their conversations’, a farmer’s almanac, and told him it had to be kept dry or it would be useless. Stuck with one hand held above water, the Selkie could not swim after Terrence without losing his prize.

Terrence was ultimately interrupted by the Selkie in the midst of the ritual to revive his partner.  Death energies carried him to the edge of death, where he was left suspended, turned into a brine ghoul.  The Selkie, too tired to withstand the onslaught of the loose energies, was slain.  Before he could come to his senses, Terrence devoured the waterlogged corpse of both Selkie and lover, sealing his fate as a lonely undead creature. - excerpt from Famulus, quoted in Bonus Material: Famulus Text</ref>

Shadow

Van mean several things including a person or objects shadow either left over or having achieved independence.<ref>[Raquel]’d summoned an Other, someone’s shadow that had gone its own way, leaving its owner bereft.  The shadow was more red than black now, bleeding from open wounds.
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In an arc toward Raquel.  He pulled on his claim to the knife, the shadow moved to intercept, and between the two attempts at helping, the shadow got the knife through the hand instead of catching it.

And a chainsaw through the middle.  Elise shoved it into his back while it was turned to her, and toward Raquel, who threw herself into the garden just outside some dentist’s or doctor’s office to avoid it.
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Elise kicked the shadow in the rear end, knocking it onto Raquel.
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Raquel, picking herself up, followed by the shadow Other, came to stand by them.  “Does anyone need healing?” - Excerpt from False Moves 12.z</ref>

Mineisthai

Mimeisthai are a type of emergent ritual that forms out of patterns created by innocents.<ref>“You might be thinking of Anima Hysteria or something like that.  But Mimeisthai would be my guess,” Reid rasped.  “Imitated thing.  Like a fancy, or an urban legend.  Humans draw a lot of stupid things, come up with random ideas.  Emergent rituals- do you know emergent rituals?”

“No.”

“Easiest to think of them as rituals innocents create by accident.  A large group of civilians repeat the same action or develop a pattern.  Urban legend takes hold and gets cemented in.  Innocents can’t practice but a million innocents doing the same thing can have meaning.  Usually has to be isolated.  City architecture can be that.  Schoolkids take to drawing the same thing, like some angular S, and it picks up steam, is niche enough and popular enough to start appearing in places it wasn’t drawn.  Some say that there’s hundreds that appear every day, but they’re all short-lived, too unintelligent to maintain or conserve power.  On occasion one finds a power source or gets associated with an event like a sensational murder, gets big enough to take over a town, occupy people’s thoughts, twist the aesthetic.  Practitioners like my family have to step in.”- Excerpt from Break 3</ref>

Mobile Wards

Fan term is navigators but unknown if they are canon.

Moonstruck

Creatures tied to insanity the moon and thus also to tides.<ref>

Catherine was forced to establish a careful relationship with a Bedlam Belle, otherwise known as a Moonstruck or the unsavory term Lunatic, in 1690.  Infected with contagious madness that could spread if conditions were met, the Belle was prone to disturbing the construction of levies, dams, and bridges.  As her influence spread across their small town, she bid others to do the same, and had some effects on reality.  Catherine lacked the knowledge to bind the Belle, got little help from Other and practitioner, and could not convince the Belle to be bound, nor could she slay the girl that had been taken in by the church, using its protection.  The familiar relationship was a compromise, and Catherine bound the Belle to herself, in a proportionate dynamic.

Catherine’s life from that point on was an ordeal, as the Belle jockeyed with her for power in their dynamic.  She moved inland, which distressed the Belle and turned it hostile, and whenever it rained or if she spent too long looking into water, her own sanity would slip.  With her passing of pneumonia at 46, the Belle was freed, and bid three families to drown themselves before passing herself, as a carriage was driven off a bridge and she died in the crash. - excerpt from Famulus, quoted in Bonus Material: Famulus Text</ref>

Unicorn

Very dangerous, more so then just being a gigantic wild horse with a horn that could easily gore people.<ref>“And I want a unicorn,” Kerry said, dead serious.  “I’ll trade you.”

“That’s not an even trade and I’m pretty sure unicorns are actually pretty scary if you ever met one,” Avery said. [...]  “Unicorns are more than horses with horns.”

“They are, and she’s right,” Zed said, over the laptop, startling Avery.  “Very scary in reality.”
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“I like how this unicorn thing is being treated so seriously,” Sheridan said. - Excerpt from Shaking Hands 9.3</ref> Still beloved by children of course.<ref>“When I was four I realized that Mrs. Morrow was fond of me, and our father wanted something from her.  I drew her a picture.  When she asked me to describe it and explain what I drew, I pulled myself up onto the chair next to her and put the picture in our laps.  Then, as the conversation continued, I sat, good as gold, my head leaning against her arm.  Our father never told me I did a good job, but I distinctly remember a unicorn ride afterward.  Might be the closest I ever got.”

“I do think he told me.  That you did a good job.  Not in so many words, but our father never used so many words.”

Fernanda shifted her posture, hands clasped behind her back, shifting her weight behind her foot.  She hated that she cared enough to want to know more.  She didn’t know what to say, so she offered him an airy, “I wanted so badly to ride on that unicorn alone, but I was obviously too small.  Our father made the maid ride with me.” - Excerpt from Cutting Class 6.z</ref>

Visage

A mobile predatory face, only example seen so far is Drowne, can impose features of their face on surfaces including people, different specimens doubtlessly have different abilities.<ref name=":0">giving the Visage Drowne the space to sit down.
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Drowne had lived a long time as just the face.  A parasitic, slimelike mass of face that attached itself to others, or polluted a place, the knots and lines in wood grain twisting until it resembled his stretched-out face.  Anger and passion had boiled up, at times, sufficient for Drowne to flood a building, not with water, but with roiling flesh and repeated elements of his face, crawling up from basement, through the house’s walls, to attack the house’s resident.  He’d haunted the descendants of that original family, acting the very first moment they showed signs of inheriting their parent’s ugliness, and he’d protected his love, and his love’s descendants.  He’d worked out the rules to how these things worked, making it a game, always providing a chance to figure out his history, unravel what he was, and stop him.  Sometimes it worked and he was driven back, reduced to a fist-sized mass of flesh with a face on it, creeping into a crack in the wall, but it was fair. - Excerpt from False Moves 12.z</ref> Might be rooted in the Self given the importance of face in identity.

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