With its flowing body and socky-feline paws, the roumirizar is believed to have been an aerial stranger with either a limited, or insubstantial effect upon its physical environment. Certainly, there is no mention of it in regional logs, and only a handful of sentences culled from a fragmented Module 2 entry exist to describe the strain.
It was seemingly aggressive with other strangers who shared its space, including those members of its own strain, although social behaviours are otherwise undocumented. If three marginal words (scarcely legible in isolation) are to be believed, the roumirizar was, in fact, a source of danger to sensitives, and haunted its prey with its persistent mesmeric l'appel du vide. Following the death of its victim, the roumirizar descended to feast upon the remains. Its gut expanded as the meat simmered off within its bulge until vanished in full, at which point the roumirizar returned to its flight.
With the strain appearing mostly in the south-sea walltowns, it basked in the drying sun. On the tops of flat-roofed buildings, and hidden from all view, its gaze took soar over the sea. When the flood
hit, the stranger drifted to the air, and circled for a perch now lost among the swell. It splashed down in the waves when it could no longer stay aloft, and so it, too, joined the ranks lost beneath the red.
total killed in flood
Oh, wow...I'm surprised to see that the entry for this one is still out there. It was a real fight to include this one in the first place. There was actually another strain, an earlier design, but... the subject seems apprehensive to elaborate further, and looks down at the table in front of them. Well, let's just say that it was an issue with the way that the feet were stylized. So this was sort of a compromise, after quite a number of meetings with the programming council and the financial department and whatnot.
At that time, we weren't able to talk about it publicly. But the internal difficulties were getting nasty. Just vicious. Not only between the departments, but in terms of how the higher-ups were starting to treat us, too...on top of the emotional strain we were all going through, having to watch the news every day...
And we started to take it out on each other. In terms of the strains, we were getting really possessive of each one, how it was going to be used, what kind of reproduction licenses we might give out – I think we were trying to get out a lot of our negative energy on something we could just...control, you know?
This one was released the day before they shot Alex Muto...that was only five blocks away. And, once that happened, we started trying to get them out as fast as we could – because we knew the flood
was gonna' hit. So that's why you end up with a lot of these kinds of deviations, in terms of design. We fought over it, we each resisted the other for as long as possible, but each of us managed to slip in a few weird ones, too.
the subject waits patiently, still under the drug's effect.