The es appears in a wide range of locations, with no particular environmental preference. No more than one es occupies a city at a given time, with the generation of a single es occurring less than once every 0.28 years. When it generates, it fades into view with a dull, flickering shimmer. Already mature, the es looks around with a curious bewilderment,Ҷ then settles itself, and starts to move through the city.
Ҷ As though displaced from someplace familiar into a strange, new world.
The es' disposition is measured and cautious, and it moves in meandering paths through its territory (which often encompasses the entirety of the city in which it appears). Although it does not engage in any direct actions towards the world around it, it does appear curious towards its surroundings, and will stop to admire the spraypaint lines of a wallside's intricate murals, the lushly decorated storefronts of a pre-dawn shopping row, and the flashing dance of police lights across the water.
Because the es' bodily composition is vulnerable to temperatures, it seeks shelter in the cold, and avoids the sun during hot days. It is common to see an es curled up near a radiator or piece of warm machinery during winter, or tucked beneath a shadowy awning during the summer. In the coldest weather, it picks up newspapers, discarded rags, and other scraps of debris, which it presses into its body to create a sort of insulating cocoon. Once these objects are no longer needed, the es shakes them off with a fluid turning motion and retains no dirt or particles upon its flesh, although newspaper or magazine pigment will, on occasion, leave faint lines and brief images upon the es' skin. These images last only several hours before becoming bleached away by the es' ever-white surface.
The es is unable to respond to animals in any way. Even when attacked by hungry dogs or flocks of crows, its behaviour does not deviate from its usual routine, and it continues to display complete ignorance of all animals even as they tear its body to pieces.
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Ꮗ On streets awaiting morning footsteps, an es struggles to conceal itself as it "seeks shelter" from the chill. The words, "I don't think you're going to make it," are spoken just out of view, but the implication is never clarified, and attention is soon diverted.
Over the course of its wanders, the es generatesႧ holographic, ghost-like replicas of human beings, which resemble the the specific people living in the city. A healthy es creates one of these imitations every 10-2,785 seconds, in a range of naturalistic poses.ᶔ These replicas are not unique; the es may create facsimiles of the same person many times over.
Ⴇ Pinpricks of color will flicker into view, and grow larger at a gradual rate. New sections will come one by one afterwards, and then soon, the outline of a person, like a hologram – transparent, and shimmering, but three-dimensional, with really crisp details.
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ᶔ Standing or sitting, they seem neutral, or happy.
Under normal circumstances, these imitations are 99.97% accurate in appearance to their inspiration. Like the es itself, they cannot be seen by standard individuals, and vanish when touched. The es winces when a nearby replica is destroyed, but otherwise, remains unaffected. Replicas persist until dissipated by outside forces.
The es actively avoids any sensitive that it encounters, and scurries away when noticed. It does not grow emotional, but never ceases its aversion. If pursued, the es creates hologramsꚐ of its assailant in rapid sequence. Capable of climbing walls when necessary, it avoids much direct contact.
Ꚑ Their arms are raised to protect their face; they're frozen in fearful gestures.
Should a sensitive touch an imitation of themselves, they become overtaken by an intense desire to be inside of the es. This desire may arise instantaneously, or, it may take months, or even years, to take effect. The
individual has no way of expressing this desire to themselves or others. They abandon everything else in their life in favor of following the es around the city.
Should they manage to corner the es, they press their body against the es' side and force themselves inside of the stranger's soft flesh. The es squirms and struggles, terrified by this assault. Once inside, the afflicted sensitive suffocates to death, forcing the es to either brutally yank the person from its body,Ꝥ or leave the corpse to fester.Ң
Ꝥ But it rips its whole body out when it does that. I mean – it rips it open.
Ң The corpse festers. The es gets sick; it decomposes from the inside out, and it dies.
Otherwise, the es is not dangerous. When attacked, it holds its head in its hands and shakes,Ӽ gives up, then grows still.Ꝟ
Ӽ "...as though crying in silent sadness?"
Ꝟ There's not much point in it resisting anymore.