List of Others

This is a list of Others that while mentioned in the Otherverse are not explicated.

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>

Kitsume

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>

Selkies

Those seals that can take human form.

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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