16 April, 2021

you have a voice that can shed the light (part XXXVII)

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part XXXVI.)

Were anyone in the library, they might notice two additional pieces of parchment poking out of a certain book on a shelf. Were there anyone to notice, they might go over and check the book to see why it looked as if its contents had changed. It was old enough to be on the pile that needed rebinding, many leaves of its interior loose and tilted partially out, but even so, these two additional leaves of the book--while on the same aged linen parchment--would not be at the same angle as the rest.

Were anyone there.

The first page read:
Private Transmission

Em - I am not sure how this is getting to you. I know it is. I feel a presence when I focus. It seems like it is me or a version of me.

This timeline corrupted deeply. I fear that our adversary (the serious one, not the pirate princess with a taste for pork) has captured power in a very early stage of this civilization.

I am going to use the Cryogenic units salvaged from the Gray Area to try to sleep until you find me. It is only three thousand years. I will have to awaken multiple times to recharge the units. Perhaps move the vault but luck and Magick, I should see you very soon.

I have some downtime so I have been composing some texts that maybe influenced this time line? I will send a copy of the text soon. Love as always -

your Hiro, Duke of Gearhaven, Archduke and Caliph of the Sphinx Hegemony, First Consul of the United Civilizations and Timelines.

P.S. In the library, I left a short translation of “Thaumaturgic Dynamics and the 21st Century Economy” by Jean-Pierre Kalifa. Might be helpful.
The second leaf, obscurely, looked older, or at least, slightly more degraded. Scattered spots of some staining substance marred the upper left corner--walnut-gall ink? A spill of dark red wine? Blood, aged beyond all reason? It was impossible to tell.

The second page read:
Justine - By now you will have surmised that something has gone wrong. Hopefully, part of the Gray Area will be home. Knowing the engineer in you, you will have found some items are missing. Power systems, Cryonics. The quantum Mechanical drive is destroyed. I am going to attempt to use the Cryogenic Tech and make it home.

Love you,

your Hiro, Duke of Gearhaven, Archduke and Caliph of the Sphinx Hegemony, First Consul of the United Civilizations and Timelines.

P.S. Jung and Pauli were friends. See the transcribed article.
Below the calligraphy of the note, impossibly, it seemed words had been typed onto a leaf from a book that was printed long before the invention of the typewriter. These words read:
"Jung's theory of synchronicity posited that certain events--often called coincidences--actually reveal the operation of a causal connection between mental and physical events through meaning.
"The connecting meaning in a synchronistic event is experiencer-specific, related to the individual's process of psychological maturation, or individuation. Events like this occur often enough to be more than meaningless coincidence, Jung and Pauli believed. Jung and Pauli were convinced that synchronistic events reveal an underlying unity of mind and matter, subjective and objective realities. Synchronicity was (and continues to be) a prime target for criticism of Jung that for decades bordered on outright dismissal by many in the scientific and academic communities. For example, historian of science Suzanne Gieser writes that she finds Pauli's interest in Jung 'unusual' because 'most of those with an academic or scientific background dismiss Jung totally.'5

"Following Pauli's death in 1958, Pauli's wife actively opposed including any of his correspondence with Jung in the collections of his papers.6 The chairman of CERN's Pauli Committee recently wrote that, 'inclusion of letters dealing mainly with psychology...was much debated by the committee.'7 In the end, they did decide to publish the correspondence, explaining that, 'it is of no importance what we think of Jung and his psychology. The important thing is that Pauli was a convinced adherent of Jung’s teachings.'
Below that was a scribble in another hand entirely, and a vaguely blueish ink:
57.) OsF., or Voso. The Fifty-seventh Spirit is Oso, Ose, or Voso. He is a Great President, and appeareth like a Leopard at the first, but after a little time he putteth on the Shape of a Man. His Office is to make one cunning in the Liberal Sciences, and to give True Answers of Divine and Secret Things; also to change a Man into any Shape that the Exorcist pleaseth, so that he that is so changed will not think any other thing than that.
Tipped in below that, secured with two dots of glue, was a sigil.

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Beneath that, written:
The Seal of Gremory.
Figureror. Gremory.
Below that was tipped in a second, partially burnt sigil, the edges more firmly stuck down to the parchment.

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Beneath that, written:
Figure 102. The Seal of Ose.
Beneath that, another scribble, in the same vaguely blue-inked hand:
--he is in verity that Creature or Thing he is changed into. He governeth 31 Legions of Spirits, and this is his Seal, etc.
But of course, all of this really didn't mean anything. No one was in the library. No one saw the book change. Perhaps no one would ever know.

(Continued in part XXXVIII.)

15 April, 2021

in the sky outside, raining with all the signs (part XXXVI)

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part XXXV.)

The days had fallen into an odd routine. Rise, dress, check reports, oversee the spring plantings. Check readouts from the Gray Area. Spend some time with the kittens. Eat something. Change outfits, change hair, change shoes, most days change species...Then, whatever else each day held. Waiting for news--from the readings, from STAN, from Justine's experiments on Tannhäuser Station.

Justine had told her she was working on something quantum-based in the fringe lab, but she'd been secluded for days. If there was progress being made, the Duchess hadn't heard. She hoped for the best, but...The days went by, with no news, with no progress, with no assurances. It was starting to eat holes in her.

Then today...today she rose, and the routine was perfectly routine--the rising, the dressing, massive amounts of coffee because she hadn't slept well the night before. Poring over reports and Tannhäuser printouts. She finally shook her head. She needed to see the children
now. She needed to hold them, and reassure them when they asked about their father, or to go outside, or....

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Well, there was Cleopatra, sleeping. Enoch was resting on the floor. That's two...

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Where was Athena?

She looked around, growing increasingly concerned. The small ritual space. Under the sofa. Under the chairs near the fireplace. Upstairs, still largely undecorated because the children hadn't yet shifted to any other form. The door, where she found Athena frequently, waiting.

She wasn't there.

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And her remaining children would not look at her.

"Darlings...tell your mother where Athena is."

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Cleo squinched her eyes shut, and Enoch lowered his head. She narrowed her eyes. She knelt beside them, finally turning Enoch's face towards her. "Tell me."

The high, small voice came from behind her, from her ghost-white daughter. "She went...outside."

"She went..." A chill went through her. "How--where?"

Enoch pawed at her legs. "She went to the Rift."

She went to the...Oh, dear gods, no. She fled down to Steam, searching, panic building, and then--

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She'd found this earlier, she had it on a list of things to close when she was more settled, but--it was larger now, the hum was stronger, there was...
whispering...energy flares, she'd never seen anything like it since the rift that opened in the old nursery, and--oh, gods, were those--tentacles?!

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She flung open the door, and there was her little girl, floating in midair, creeping through the barrier--

"Athena! No!"

She was almost through!

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She had no choice, she had to pull her back. She leapt, reaching for the tip of Athena's tail, thinking she'd manage to grasp it, and would be able to pull her out--

--and instead, she fell forward, into eerie purple glow and drifting mists of viridescence.

Great. What
else could go wrong?

(Continued in part XXXVII.)

and I know I can't change you and I won't change (part XXXV)

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part XXXIV.)

He felt like he couldn't breathe. He was in the cage and placed back into a wagon.

Hiram spoke to the laborers. They were given instructions to take the crate to the docks, which ship to place it on. After this, the builder walked back into the temple to have lunch.

The dramatic assault was not only shocking because of the violence, but also for the audacity of the act in daylight. He saw Hiram resist.

The ruffians searched the body. Hiro watched as they looked for a ring and a key. He slumped lower in the cage instinctually.

"Where is it?"

"When do we know he last had it?"

Hiro held his breath; the noise in the temple became loud. He heard voices. He tried to look out without being seen. Warriors were running in. Commotion.

The workers near his crate were questioned.

"Where is this crate heading?"

"To a ship from Tyre. It is continuing on west. The Grand Master signed an order. We have the letter with his seal."

"Get this out of here, we need the room out here in the courtyard to clear out the temple."

Soon Hiro felt himself, and the wagon, moving. He mentally prepared himself for a long trip...


(Continued in part XXXVI.)

14 April, 2021

there is a purpose to this all (part XXXIV)

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part XXXIII.)

The voice in the box said "Christian Rosenkreuz..."
STAN: AUTHENTICATED
STAN: SYSTEM CONTROLS ONLINE
Justine turned and hugged her close. "You did it! You did it!"

Emilly just shook. "That could have gone better, but...yay," she whispered.

The voice came from the box again. "Em...I'm sleepy...but I need to tell you something."

Justine looked at the box. "You did it, Hiro. It's all going to be okay now. We're going to get you ba...heal you up...and you'll have a home to come to. And it's going to be okay."

Emilly looked at the box. "Yes, love?"

"I keep having a dream...It doesn't make sense."

Justine turned. "Wait, what?"

Emilly said, as calmly as she could, "What dream? The marble pomegranate again?"

"I am in an old ship," Hiro in the box said. "A galley..."

Emilly nodded. "Go on."

"We're off the shore of an island..."

Justine looked up, expression concerned. "Emilly, the quantum entanglement levels between our...between here and...the long-ago...I'm seeing spikes." Her eyes widened, trying to parse the data as it came in. "There's too much!" She looked worriedly at the box.

Emilly grew more worried. "Will it affect the...containment?"

Justine mouthed at Emilly, "Reassure him, keep him calm. I don't know..."

"Wait," Hiro whispered. Then, louder: "WAIT--"

"Just breathe, you want to stay relaxed," Emilly said. "If the dream worries you that much, we'll break it down later, okay?"

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Justine muttered under her breath, "it's ok it's ok it's ok it's ok--"

An urgent whisper from the box. "I remember--THIS ISN'T A DREAM..."

Emilly thought. "Are you on the Gray Area?" she asked.

"Not anymore. We stripped it."

Emilly blinked.
Who stripped it? Why? "Oh, good," she said blandly. "That will help."

"I needed some of the cavorite to build the chamber," came the voice. "We had to hide."

Emilly tilted her head, whiskers twitching. "The chamber needed to float? Or just needed to be powered by something long-lasting?"

"I had to hide after Hiram's...attack. Em..."

Emilly nodded. "Truly a tragedy...Yes?"

"The sea people...the Balearic islands...Em, I can't see..."

Emilly walked over, touching the box. "What about the Balearics?"

"How did you get me here? Em...Where are they? You need the where."

"We think that's part of why the accident happened," she said reassuringly. "Quantum interference. We'll find the where."

"I just told you..."

"We have maps," Emilly said, nodding. "We'll look."

"I need to sleep..."

She closed her eyes tight for a few moments. "Yes, love. Rest. You'll be better soon."

"Don't let him find me...he'll treat me like a pig..."
Emilly wanted very badly, suddenly, to ask about the ringmaster, but let it go. "We won't."

"Em...who was Armada's sister city?"

She thought. "Wasn't it Gearhaven? Or are we talking Mieville?"

"Before, Em. Compare maps...other direction."

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"Oh, dear. That's going to be...tricky."

"Em?" said the voice. "I'm confused..."

"I know, love. It's okay. Everything will make sense soon."

"There's more than one island..."

She nodded. "You sleep, the medical bay is in solid shape."

"I picked the right one...but he's still looking for me...

"We'll find you first." She hoped she sounded as sure of that as she needed to.

Justine listened with one ear, accessing STAN.

"STAN, discontinue Gearhaven asset destruction sequence, return all deployed armaments to station storage. Repeat: do not continue to Phase 4 of asset shut down sequence. Confirm?"
STAN: CONFIRM. SYSTEM STANDING DOWN.
"Wonderful," Emilly breathed.
PAYLOAD DELIVERED.
Justine breathed an audible sigh of relief and turned to Emilly. "I didn't understand a lot of that. What was Armada's sister city?" Emilly didn't answer her, turning to the screen.

"Wait, payload? STAN, what payload?"

Justine blinked. "Payload? Delivered WHERE?"
STAN: REPLICA OF BETA-EL.
There was a shimmer, a spiral of light, towards the back of the terminal bay. "Ah," Emilly was saying, "So, to...where..." She trailed off.

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"I am Beta-El/Astorah. Replicant," the newcomer said. She--at least, Emilly assumed feminine, from the dimensions and the vocal tones--was pale, with touches of red here and there. Her movements were fluid. Her eyes were blank.

"Oh, boy," she muttered. She looked at Justine.

Justine stared at the replicant. "Whaaaat..."

"I bet this is part of what we found yesterday in the books," Emilly mused.

"I was transmitted and used the replicators," Beta-El added. "I am one of five."

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"Good," Emilly said, after a long pause. "You can...help."

The replicant blinked. "Correction: I could help."

Emilly arched an eyebrow. "Yes..."

The voice changed, became markedly less feminine, overlaid with another...almost recognizeable...voice. "I am tired of keeping the secrets..." It shifted back to the lighter, feminine tone. "I prefer my current programming. Would you like a drink?"

Emilly looked at Justine.

Justine shrugged. She approached the replicant.

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"You will help. That's why you're here," Justine said. "You're going to help us find the tomb."

Emilly nodded. "And you don't have to keep the secrets anymore. You're here. This is where you need to be."

Justine nodded, looking from Emilly, back to Beta-El. "In fact...you're going to help us identify the true priestess, and find the words of power we need to return the sleeper."


(Continued in part XXXV.)

I'm just a number riding solo in the code (part XXXIII)

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part XXXII.)

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Justine's initial experiments with personality containment had seemingly succeeded. But in returning to the station, they'd actually managed to get lost on Tannhäuser. Which was frustrating, but they realized part of why was that parts of the station had shifted--in some cases, making it nearly impossible to access sections through the hatches.

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Finally, they found the fringe lab again. Justine pulled a dark blue container to the center of one of the bays. "This is the box."

Emilly nodded. "Now for the big one--do we ask STAN, or do we need...Hiro-in-the-box to do it?" She looked down at the square crate. "My gods, he must be frustrated in there."

Justine put a hand on the box.

There was a sound...suspiciously like a slightly echoing cough. "Hey, that tickles, WTF?"

Justine set the side panel to transmit to local readout, and looked up. "Talk to him, Em. Please. He just needs to be calm."

Emilly came closer. "It's all right, we're just testing some of the nerve pathways. It's good that it tickles."

There was another sound...was it a...groan? "Let me sleep, guys," Hiro's digitized voice said. "I am...so tired...I can't feel my body..."

Emilly nodded briskly. "Of course you're tired, and we will, we just need a few questions answered. Is that okay?" She waited.

There was a sound of assent, then a yawn. "Okay...what is it?"

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Emilly did her best to sound calm and reassuring. "We need to you to talk STAN through the station passcodes. During the accident, part of the command protocols reset. We just need them back online."

There was a pause, then--"Accident?"

Emilly whispered to Justine, "We did tell him that last time, right? He doesn't remember?"

Justine just smiled, nodding. "Good, keep going," she whispered, standing to walk to the terminal and monitor the data flow.

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"Right, okay, we've had you in induced sleep for a bit. There was an accident on the station. We've got you, you're fine, but there was a lot of damage. We'll fix it."

Another long pause. "The passcodes are all based on texts in the Sphinx library..."

Emilly nodded again. "Right, but part of the station shut down. We'd like it back online." She waited for a response, furrowing her brow slightly when none came. "We just need you to authenticate through STAN. Who is the Widow's Son, Hiram; Who is the Consort to the Queen of Heaven, El." She shook her head, looking down. "And I hope there's only two," she muttered.

"Right," came the voice in the box. "You got it..."

"Right, but STAN's keyed to your voice for certain functions. So...awake enough to ask STAN?"

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A digital sigh. "Okay..."

Justine watched the data flow, readying the DNA sample for authentication. She slipped the prepared glove onto her hand, cringing slightly. The bits of the clone's recovered fingertips embedded in the glove
should work. "I'm ready."

Something...indefinable. Sharpening of attention? A slight measure of increased alertness? She wasn't sure what she was picking up.

"What...?" came the voice from the box.

"She's watching the station controls. It's all right."
STAN: DNA IDENTITY IS CONFIRMED
STAN: AINEKO-MEDICI-ORR CONFIRMED
Emilly released a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "Good..."
STAN: PASSCODE AUTHENTICATION: Who is the Widow's son?
"Hiro?" Emilly asked. "Tell Stan Hiram."

The digital voice said "Hiram...Abriff."
STAN: CONFIRMED...Who is the Consort of the Queen of Heaven?
"Hiro?" Emilly said, leaning in. "The answer is El."

"Em?" came the voice. It sounded confused.

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Justine looked over at Emilly, eyes wide but hopeful, then over at the box, and finally back to the terminal.

"Yes, Hiro?" Emilly responded.

"What's going on...Why can't I see you?" That note of panic again.

Emilly breathed out. "We're regrowing your optics. Everything's on schedule."
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"Please, beloved." Emilly wrung her paws in concern.

Justine's eyes widened even further and her fingers flew over the console, adjusting levels on the box.

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"Hiro, please," Justine pleaded. "Please, honey. Please..."

"The answer is El," Emilly urged.
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Finally, the voice spoke again. "El," it said.
STAN: CONFIRMED
Emilly breathed out shakily, then her gaze shot to the screen as more words appeared, and were read in STAN's simulated tones.
STAN: CONFIRMED...Who is in the Tomb of Order?
"...Damn," she breathed. "So that's either Hiro, or Ose, or...wait." She thought frantically.
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"The Rosicrucian tomb?" Emilly asked. She dimly remembered something...it had been literal years since she'd read it. though...
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"Wait, Christian Rosenkreuz? Say that! Now, Hiro!"

(Continued in part XXXIV.)

13 April, 2021

a little less lonely together (part XXXII)

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part XXXI.)

Justine and Emilly stood in the Quantum containment module of the fringe lab.

Justine gave the Duchess a reassuring smile. "Just talk to him. Keep him calm. I'll do the rest."

Quantum data transfer was a tricky thing. Still considered impossible in most parts of the multiverse, the combined research capacity of the Tannhäuser fringe lab had managed it successfully a few times.

Justine was optimistic. The conditions were good. She scratched absently at the tattoo on her back, jaw clenching as she prepared to awaken the contained instance of the Duke.

Bringing the neural network online she kept a close eye on the quantum entanglement signatures. When neural activity crossed the awareness threshold she nodded to Emilly.

"Hello, beloved, can you hear me?"

The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, unmistakably Hiro. "Em? Is that you? I can't see anything."

"Yes, love, I'm here. There's been an accident. But you're going to be ok. Soon. Everything is under control."

"An accident..." The voice drifted off a moment. "Where am I?"

"You're at Tannhäuser, you're safe."

"I can't feel anything," the voice was tinged with a slight note of panic and Emilly spoke quickly in her most soothing voice.

"You're on a neural block to protect you. Your injuries were extensive, but nothing that can't be fixed. Tell me the last thing you remember..."

The voices faded into the background as Justine's full attention focused on the data coming in. The smell of ozone was back, as was the hot itching on her back.

Across the multiverse, a connection was made. Data flowed. Justine trapped it in a separate neural network. Eventually it would need to be integrated with the instance talking to Emilly now, but if she had learned anything I've the past few days it was the need to take these things slow.


(Continued in part XXXIII.)

it's more than bone, it's more than skin (part XXXI)

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part XXX.)

Book of Ose and Hiram

Chapter 3

Disposition of the five vessels.

They were sent to all parts. Beta went to Thule, Gamma went with Bilqis to Sheba, Delta to the Ophir, Epsilon staying in Jerusalem with Hiram. The Alpha was with the Leopard King incarnate. Each part had the essence of the first El and the Leopard. Gods and DemiGods, knowledge and wisdom given to the elect. In that day, the crawling chaos was strong. The old gods were still in the space between. The Watchers and Nephilim both lived in the land. The five elements started at the same source and became spread to the wind.

The Three Ruffians

It was the usual custom of the Grand Master, Hiram Abiff, to enter into the unfinished "Sanctum Sanctorum, or Holy of Holies", of King Solomon's Temple, each day at high twelve, while the craft were called from labor to refreshment, for the purpose of drawing out his designs upon the trestle-board, whereby the craft might pursue their labors; after which, it was further his custom to offer up his devotions to the Deity. Then he would retire at the south gate of the outer courts of the Temple;

Jubela, First Ruffian: Grand Master Hiram, I am glad to meet you thus alone. I have long sought this opportunity. You will remember you promised us, that when the Temple was completed, we should receive the secrets of a Master, whereby we might travel in foreign countries, work, and receive Master's wages. Behold! the Temple is now about to be completed, and we have not obtained that which we have so long sought. At first, I did not doubt your veracity; but now I do! I therefore now demand of you the secret.

Hiram Abriff: Brother, this is an unusual way of asking for them. It is neither a proper time nor place; but be true to your engagement, and I will be true to mine. Wait until the Temple is completed, and then, if you are found worthy and well qualified, you will unquestionably receive the secrets of a Master Adapt; but, until then, you cannot.

Ruffian: This does not satisfy me! Talk not to me of time or place, but give me the secrets of a Master Adapt, or I will take your life!

Hiram Abiff: I cannot; nor can they be given, except in the presence of Solomon, king of Israel, Hiram, king of Tyre, and myself.

Ruffian: That does not satisfy me. I'll hear no more of your cavilling! Give me the Master's word, or I will take your life in a moment.

Hiram: I shall not!

This did not end well as the ruffians were [f**ktards] of that first order.

The Second Ruffian gives the candidate a brush across the throat with his right hand, and at the same time relinquishes his hold with his left, steps quietly to one side, clinching him by the collar, exclaiming as follows:

Second Ruffian - Give me the secrets of a Master Mason!

Hiram: I cannot.

Ruffian: Give me the secrets of a Master.

Hiram: I shall not.

Ruffian: Give me the Master's word, or I will take your life in a moment!

Hiram: I will not!

Ruffian gives the candidate a brush with his right hand across the left breast, and at the same time lets him pass.

Jubelum seizes him with both hands by the collar of his coat, and swings him round. then exclaims: Give me the secrets of a Master Adapt.

Hiram: I cannot!

Ruffian: Give me the secrets of a Master, or I will take your life!

Hiram: I shall not!

Ruffian: You have (here he seizes the Hiram more fiercely, and affects a great earnestness of purpose) escaped "Jubela" and "Jubelo"; me you cannot escape; my name is "Jubelum!" What I purpose, that I perform. I hold in my hand an instrument of death; therefore, give me the Master's word, or I will take your life in a moment!

Hiram: I will not!

Ruffian: Then die!

The Ruffian here gives the Hiram a blow on his head with a retting-maul; at the same time, pushing him backward.

Ruffian: Is he dead?

Answer: He is, his skull is broken in.

Ruffian: What horrid deed is this we have done?

Answer: We have murdered our Grand Master, Hiram Abiff, and have not obtained that which we have sought: this is no time for vain reflection--the question is, what shall we do with the body?

Answer: We will bury it in the rubbish of the Temple, until low twelve, and then we will meet and give it a decent burial.

Ose, the leopard Demon, was watching all of this happen from a distance.

The temple would never be completed because of the tyranny of evil men and entitled men. The secrets were loves.

For this reason, Ose, the leopard from elsewhen, decided to provide more lessons in secrecy.

These lessons are included in the book of the Sphinx Order: "The Pillars of Order and Liturgical Guide".


(Continued in part XXXII.)

12 April, 2021

all the pieces and the wires all connected to you (part XXX)

(Continued from part XXIX.)

"Right," said Justine. "I'll bring you all in once I get there. Lina, please send any results via personal message to me." She disappeared in a swirl of light.

The Duchess nodded. "First, we need to make sure it actually is the book of Ose and Hiram, and not the Book of Hosea. Which is substantially different, but does mention Hiram..."

The priest stood silent, looking intent.

"...but if I remember correctly, it was part of the Apostolic writings," Emilly finished.

Lina nodded. "Accessing," she said. "Accessing...Book of Hosea also found."

"What about the Apostolic Constitutions? Specifically book...six? Eight? Is it six?"

"Accessing...Accessing all Memory Alpha archives..." Lina looked up, her eyes still unfocused. "Should I scan only human literature, or all races' literature in the archive?"

Emilly thought. "I would stay just with human writings. I think we're looking for something around the time of Solomon, I believe..."

"Accessing..."

"Hiram being either his chief architect or allied king, depending on the text."

Lina nodded. "Accessing...Book found. Inputting note."

"Send to Justine."

"Not all information that was in the book is in the archive, due to the fact that the only extant copy that was scannable was damaged...Sending," she ended, after a pause.

The Duchess sighed. "That's what I was afraid of. Separate researches have turned up an undamaged extant copy, sold at auction in 2015, which then went dark and has never been seen since."

"Copy on file is from 2235," Lina said.

The priest looked up. "Ah, Justine has asked for aid now. I'll go see how I can help."

Emilly nodded. "She'll likely call for us soon, or we can just go. I think the lab's as secure as we can make it."

"Would you like to make another inquiry?" Lina asked.

Emilly looked up. "Ah, there's the port. Possibly, but not right now." She disappeared in a swirl of light, shivered a bit on arrival, and shifted into fur. "All that talk of having to play human made me itchy, I think."

The priest just nodded. "The roots of fae can be lasting."

She nodded. "Indeed, especially in my case."

The brain in a jar sloshed slightly. "Hello! Please ask me anything!" Everyone ignored it.

Justine looked around as everyone coalesced in the library. "Welcome, everyone. Please, start looking through the books, anything that looks like it might reference Ose, or Hiram. Or...Nyarlethotep, the Queen of Sheba, the Queen of Heaven...Solomon..." Justine thought for a moment. "Bilqis," she finished.

The Duchess blinked. "Wait, we're pulling in the Nyarlathotep records?"

Justine shrugged. "I'm spitballing, Emilly. Grasping at anything." She grabbed a large tome off a nearby shelf, blowing the dust off the cover, and settled on a cushion in front of Fen to read.

The Duchess pondered. "I'm assuming this is just Nyarlathotep, not the rest of the elder things? Because one entire shelf here IS dedicated to Carcosa and the Yellow King."

"Ooh, my," said Lina.

The brain in a jar, now next to one of the bookcases, burbled. "I don't understand, sorry. What do you mean?"

Lina looked at the jar, then looked at the shelf Emilly stood before. "That's a lot of books..."

"Can you elaborate on that?" the voice from the jar asked.

Emilly shook her head. "Not now, brain."

Justine carted the brain to a far corner, out of hearing range.

Emilly pulled a few books from the shelf and settled on the opposite couch. She opened to the start of a chapter in one of them.
"And it was then that Nyarlathotep came out of Egypt. Who he was, none could tell, but he was of the old native blood and looked like a Pharaoh. The fellahin knelt when they saw him, yet could not say why. He said he had risen up out of the blackness of twenty-seven centuries, and that he had heard messages from places not on this planet. Into the lands of civilisation came Nyarlathotep, swarthy, slender, and sinister, always buying strange instruments of glass and metal and combining them into instruments yet stranger. He spoke much of the sciences--of electricity and psychology--and gave exhibitions of power which sent his spectators away speechless, yet which swelled his fame to exceeding magnitude. Men advised one another to see Nyarlathotep, and shuddered. And where Nyarlathotep went, rest vanished; for the small hours were rent with the screams of a nightmare."
She looked up, frowning. "See, that's not helpful..."

Justine idly stroked Fen's leg as she read.

Emilly turned to another page.
"And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods--the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep."
The Duchess rolled her eyes. "HPL, come on, this is ridiculous. Fine, you don't like him."

Justine looked up. "Hmmm, I may have found something."

The Duchess set the book down, picking up another. "Oh, good, all I've found so far is hyperbole."
Justine looked up at the Nephilim, still standing. "Lina, can you run to the kitchen and bring some coffee?" Lina nodded and left at speed. She returned to her tome. "I think I need it..."

The priest looked puzzled.

Justine looked up at him. "Lina is our head cook, as well as chief of security. And she makes a mean espresso."

Emilly nodded, reading through another book. "And so far, she hasn't been eaten by the shrubbery."

The priest blinked. "What?"

Justine just nodded.

"Oh, speaking of," Emilly continued, "we had a Heliamphora pop up? So...be a bit careful."

Justine laughed. "I think we may have finally found a cook that is more than a match for the predatory flora around the grounds."

Fen nodded. "And she has learned the joy of focusing on protecting you."

Emilly nodded. "That also. But we'd pruned it back to just a few eyestalk plants, until that."

Justine tilted her head. "So what's dangerous about heliamphora?"

Emilly shrugged. "He seems fine, he just doesn't want his eye touched? Which I'm fine with. I'm not in the business of randomly poking eyes...But the literature does mention that if someone does, he has a chance of producing digestive acids, retracting the eye, and swallowing the offender." She looked up, staring at Justine. "So...try not to do that."

Justine paused in her reading to stare silently at Em for a moment. "Right. Got it."

"In this case, we do not WANT the eyes to have it," the priest murmured.

Justine giggled. "Nice one, Fen."

He smiled softly, stroking her hair. "You are very inspiring."

Justine knelt up, kissing Fen.

Distracted by the book, Emilly didn't notice. "Did Lina send you the damaged copy she tracked down in her archives?"

The priest shook his head. "No."

Justine shook her head. "No."

"Hmm..." Emilly flipped deeper into the book, pausing at a slightly thicker page of parchment. She traced a small sigil at the top, waiting until the letters reformed and settled.

"Ah, right. Here we are. The Book of Ose and Hiram.
'One day the heavenly beings building came to present themselves before Soloman and the builder, Hiram, and Ose, also, came among them...'"
She read for several paragraphs, ending with
"'Ose replied: Time is a flat circle, and it is what it is.'"
Justine sat up straight on the cushion. "I swear to God, I JUST READ THAT, and didn't...it just slid past my brain."

Emilly hmmed, peering at the last line."I think that was an editorial addition..."

"Life as a circle," the priest said softly. "Experience and reclamation..."

Emilly nodded. "Life and time both."

Fen slowly inhaled as she stared at the page again.

"I was more thinking of the 'it is what it is', bit," Emilly said.

Fen shrugged. "Perhaps both are true."

She looked up at the priest, slowly nodding.

Justine keyed in on the reference to the Leopard Demon. "So...we both agree who that is, right? That somehow...Hiro Prime was...is...in ancient Jerusalem with Solomon...Hiro is Ose?"

"No, I don't think so," Emilly began, then paused. "Wait..." She shuffled through the books she'd brought over to the couch, finally picking up a slim volume bounded in embossed red leather. She flipped through it until she reached the entry she wanted, scanning it quickly. "Ose!" she cried out. "Why didn't I connect that?"

Justine read the rest with a look of concentration. "The tomb...cohort...words are sounded...the true priestess..." Justine looked up at Emilly, mouthing "...gives of herself..."

Emilly, meanwhile, was reading. "The Great President of Hell, the giver of true answers, the inducer of illusions, the leopard king. Ose. Of course!"

Justine's mouth dropped open.

Emilly nodded, then frowned.

"Gods, I hope he doesn't want us to find the Ark...The only one I know of was in the Beth Temple in Caledon."

"We're...finding something, though, aren't we?" Justine asked.

Emilly nodded. "Pretty sure. Something containing Hiro."

"Like the Sphinx guards the dark secrets..."

The Duchess nodded. She picked up the previous book to compare information.

"Is there...are there...any holdings...can you think of any Gearhaven holdings that might be..."

But Emilly's gaze had dropped to the page she'd opened at random. "Justine...there's...more, now. On the page."

Justine blinked. "What?"

Emilly followed the new words with her finger.
"Hiram was confused, so he asked 'What shall I tell them if they ask of him?'

"'That he loves them, don't fear. The power is there, for those who know how to weld it. The mission is real. Don't trust the clown. Never trust the clown.' This was all Ose said to Hiram on this day. He departed, planning to bring more wisdom to the agent of the King."
She looked up slowly. "Well, that LAST is clear."

Justine's lower lip trembled, her eyes filling with tears. "Oh, Em..."

Emilly just nodded, breathing through it. "I know. But...there's hope. There's still hope."

Justine wiped her eyes, trying to focus on the page.

The priest stroked her hair gently.

"Think of Blondel searching Europe for Richard the Third...the
Coeur de Lion..."

Emilly nodded. "Sort of. But with more time travel." She thought for a moment. "Unless...You know, he may have meant something else, Justine. Remember the ringleader at the circus? Maybe that's the Nyarlathotep connection..."

The priest nodded. "One to share in the future..." He smiled. "I'm still thinking about the search for Richard the Lion King."

Both Justine and Emilly nodded. "But this time out, it's a leopard king," Emilly said.


(Continued in part XXXI.)

soon to reap the seeds you sow

padraig-kitties1 Thought I should spent at least part of the Feast of Padraig with the children...

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Perfect blep.

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But what is Cleo looking for in the corner?

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Still, all in all, the sim's shaping up nicely. Though a few days back...

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...I caught one of the eyeplants wandering away from the garden, and I didn't even know they could move...

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...and I caught an odd, familiar tentacle under the dining room table, but by the time I opened the door wand walked in, it had whipped out of sight.

That does not bode well...

11 April, 2021

oh lord, here we go

Well. This was unexpected. (A note, also: while the names are concealed, the shop isn't. Carry on.)
[11:24] rxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: As an aside to all this hat jibber jabber
[11:24] rxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: I need a Possum Cultist outfit now
[11:25] cxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: uhhh?
[11:25] rxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: https://somethingpositive.net/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/sp04082021.png
It me!
[11:25] rxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: All is revealed
[11:26] Nxx Mxxxxxxxx: sign me up
[11:27] rxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx secretly hopes Walton sees this and reveals one at FF
[11:27] rxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: Complete with altar
[11:27] rxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxx: eu... for the hat?
[11:27] rxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxx: what this?
But that was never answered, because Mr. M had a question:
[11:37] Xxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: When will this outfit be available in the store? I suck at the hunt and never made it past the 2nd.
[11:38] Dxxxxx Txxxx: it was a special recolour for an existing item for a hunt if you didnt get it its no longer available
[11:38] txxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: Hunt items are rarely released for sale as they're limited edition. Mr Wainwright has been known to release them for birthday celebrations. ;)
[11:38] txxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: But that's not a guarantee
[11:39] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): Oh, I'm so sorry, [Xxxxxx]. You don't have to do *any* hunt point to point to point, and if you're being told you must, do not listen. You can always track down the stores you wish to search and search them alone.
And if you're being told you have to hunt store by store individually, or not finish the hunt...don't go on that hunt. It's that simple.
[11:39] Dxxxxx Txxxx: thats a big maybe
[11:39] Xxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: well, [sh*t] lol
[11:40] Dxxxxx Txxxx: and yes if you have the list of the participating stores then just go directly unless it one of those that you have to find item to continue
[11:40] rxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: If it lessens the blow [Xxxxxx] I have it :)
[11:42] Xxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: Sure, rub it in ;)
[11:43] rxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: It's what I do best
[11:43] cxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: I too have it
[11:43] cxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: As well as the other limited edition items
[11:43] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): How...would that lessen the blow?
Still wondering. That seems like maximizing the blow.
[11:44] cxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: Spreading the impact out, more like getting hit with a hammer than being stabbed
[11:44] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): I...see.
[11:44] cxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: Or maybe its more like getting stabbed multiple times... I can't remember which
[11:44] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): The imprecision of a brick, beyond the precise pointed demand of a scalpel tip?
[11:45] cxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: Yeah idk I'm not a scientist in painonomics
Well, really, only the six-fingered man was, so...
[11:45] rxxxxxx Rxxxxxxx: A conversation with me is like being flogged to death with perfumed boot laces
Is that...good?
[11:45] Hxxxxxxxx Hxxxxx: The hunt item is still in the mainstore since Mr.Wainwright needed to settle some side issues and requires it to still be present in the mainstore. Grab it while you can, since the hint is still out too.
[11:46] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): A-ha!
[11:46] Emilly Shatner-Orr (emilly.orr): And if you need help, I am sure we would be willing to help. (In IM.)
And them Mr. M IMed me, and I went to Contraption, to ensure I could give him accurate directions, and it was still where it had been, and I told him, and now he has it. I feel accomplished.

you're the high that I can't give up (part XXIX)

(Roleplay entry. Continued from part XXVIII.)

They'd been working in the orbital lab over Haven, unpacking equipment and installing it into the system for the next project: seeing if there was a way to detoxify Dragon Egg's snake meat for eventual consumption by humans or animals. Far be it for them to question the phrasing of the contract, as venomous creatures usually were not envenomed, themselves, but that was how it was written, so that's what they were going to set up to accomplish. The Duchess wasn't sure they'd succeed, but they were fairly sure that if nothing else, the Sphinx-Templar Syndicate might end up with a decent paralytic or systemic anaesthetic out of it.

In the lab were the Duchess, Justine, Lina, S-T's Nephilim head of security, and a priest Justine knew from the Night Court the Duchess had only met once before, when she'd inexplicably brought him in during the birthing. The conversation had drifted through various topics before settling on firearms, Justine having finally mastered the art of targeting, in order to get the snake bodies from Dragon's Egg to sample.

"It's one thing to identify a target," said the priest, "but harder far to avoid collateral damage."

Justine nodded. "True, Fen."

The Nephilim shrugged. "Not if the bullet is a special technomagical one."

Justine tilted her head. "Hmm."

"Though the damn thing cost a whole planet's worth of cash," Lina muttered afterwards, darkly.

Fen just nodded. "Magical ones are always the ideal...choice."

The Duchess looked up. "Problem with that, though, here," the Duchess said, working off a casing to add additional connectors.. "'Technically' magic doesn't exist on Haven."

Justine nodded. "Right."

Emilly nodded. "We had our wrists slapped on that one the first day."

Justine nodded in response. "We were nearly arrested! Thrown in irons!"

The Duchess turned, lifting the glass column of the gas spectrometer out of a packing crate, onto a side table, looking over. "That was later, wasn't it?"

The priest only smiled. "A lasting correction, I gather."

Lina shrugged, polishing her rifle. "I know a few technowizards, as well."

The Duchess nodded, slightly distracted, hooking up one of the panels, testing the readouts. "So do we," she murmured.

Lina looked up. "Cool."

Emilly shrugged this time. "But, the vagaries of place. Here, Hiro's not a leopard, and I'm not fae."

Lina looked interested. "Maybe they can figure me out, then."

Emilly shook her head. "We're both playing humans. And hoping we don't get caught."

Justine smiled. "You almost fake it convincingly, too."

The Duchess grinned at her. "I live in fear of iron bullets, but beyond that, yeah."

Fen smiled at her. "I think of you as fae, Duchess."

She smiled back. "Thank you, Fen."

"I wish I knew just what the hell I was," Lina said.

The Duchess nodded. She sympathized. Her genetic structure was odd enough, but then being raised away from both races who'd sired her, and that before being pulled through time and space because she was Sídhe-sided enough to help the Unseelie Court achieve...whatever...they wanted to at the time...She sighed. Her problem was not that she didn't know what she was, because that, she finally knew. Her problem was that she had never met anyone exactly like her for comparison. A Tengu father and a Kitsune mother was odd enough, but then being taken away by a Western ship's captain when her mother's village burned, and being told she was a cat often enough to decide she must be one....all of which was
before she was pulled to the Winter Court and enchanted into Phouka form...it was enough to make anyone dizzy.

"That can be tricky," she finally murmured, moving to the stasis tank, to check that the feeds were properly connected.

Fen nodded. "That's a pretty human wondering."

Lina looked up. "I used to be a ship's AI."

Justine blinked. "A ship AI?"

Lina nodded. "A long time ago, that."

"That reminds me of a wonderful sci fi novel that I read long long ago," Fen said, lips quirking.

The Duchess half-shrugged, fitting another piece of equipment into place. "One reason you're so good with machines," she said. "You were the ship."

Lina nodded. "Yes. The USS Icarus." She looked down. "I miss those days."

Justine looked over. "Do you ever think of...shifting back? Doing that again?"

"It's natural that wonderings did increase," the priest said.

Lina just shrugged again. "Tried; no such luck. One of the Tenowish thinks it's because of what happened."

Emilly looked over. "What happened?"

The priest turned to face the Nephilim.

Lina didn't seem to notice. "We were dealing with an all-powerful alien force, and...long story short...they destroyed the whole Verse. As in, everything."

The Duchess looked over, blinking. Let that thought settle in.
Huh. So, not this Verse. "Well, damn," she finally said.

Justine looked stunned. "Whoa. How did you escape? How did you end up here?"

The priest mused on 'all-powerful'. "That sounds almost godlike."

Lina nodded. "They were godlike. And...I didn't know after the explosion, or destruction, or...whatever...I found myself waking up in a huge vat of Klingon blood wine."

The Duchess blinked again.
What?

Lina went on. "Naked, and in some pain. The first time I ever felt pain..."

"That must have been a shock," the Duchess murmured.

Lina nodded.

"An old Klingon saw me fall out of the sky and into the vat. He helped me out. Dried me off and gave me a robe. He was shocked that I understood every word he said to me."

"Good sort," the Duchess mused.

Fen nodded. "Pain is a part of being human. Emily Dickenson said 'pain has an element of blank to it'."

Justine heard a tiny ping, checking her wrist comm. She looked up. "Emilly...I think we need to get to the library in Gearhaven. Do you think you can put your hands on something called 'The Book of Ose and Hiram'?"

The Nephilim was still lost in thought. "At first he called me a demon, but then he saw my wings and horns, and was, well...tryin' to figger me out..."

The priest nodded again. "Obscuring past and future, it heightens the present moment."

Lina nodded. "Yeah. I was in shock."

Justine looked quizzically at Fen. "Pain has an element of...blank...to it?"

While the priest nodded, Emilly put down the digital scale, considering.

"I think so?" she finally said. "Might need to see if STAN's talking to us, or if he's still partially offline."

The penny dropped for Justine, and she turned to the Nephilim. "An entire vat of blood wine. I wonder if they still drank it after you'd been in it?"

The Duchess shrugged. "Why waste good blood wine?"

"I did just get a ping from STAN," Justine murmured.

Emilly nodded. "Right. So he's active, at least."

Lina just shook her head. "I'm not even going to tell what happened when they did that."

The priest looked up. "When they did what, Lina?"

"When they drank the wine," she answered."

The Duchess blinked. "Oh dear."

Justine widened her eyes. "Wh-wh-what happened??"

Lina shook her head. "Anywho, my story...not important," she muttered.

"Yes it is, Lina," Justine said, trying to reassure her.

The Duchess considered. "Well, she was in pain," she said. "The chances she was also wounded were high, considering skyfall. Do the math, a bunch of Klingons drank her blood with the wine."

Lina nodded. "Let's just say there's a group of Klingons who think I'm a goddess of blood wine, and want me to swim in more of the stuff."

Justine blinked. "Ooooh."

Emilly grinned. "That must have been...interesting."

Lina nodded. "They think it made it taste better. No, thank you."

The penny dropped again for Justine. "Ohhh!" she said.

Emilly just grinned. "They might be right."

Justine furrowed her brow, thinking. "They might..."

Emilly nodded. "I mean, come on, the Klingons are a race that gets drunk on sugar. Who knows what your blood did to the mix?"

Lina frowned. "Don't you two start, I am SO not doing that."

Justine just shuddered. "It can't make it taste worse, that's for dead certain. That [sh*t] is FOUL. NOT a fan."

The Duchess laughed. "Not to Klingons."

Lina agreed, meanwhile. "I know, I got a good mouthful falling into it."

Emilly nodded. "I bet."

Lina nodded again. "The old Klingon helped me out a lot. I never asked his name, due to, I think, I was in shock from it all. Bein' alive, and losing that...that was to me...all that I was, I mean..."

Emilly nodded sagely. "The mysterious benefactor."

"Hmm," said Justine. "There are a lot of Klingons in the Verse," she said.

Emilly nodded. "True."

Lina nodded, expression dark. "Why I avoid them."

"And a station," Justine continued. "I wonder if it might have records of a demon goddess that fell into a vat of blood wine, giving it magical properties?"

The Duchess shrugged. "Maybe."

"Even though that was another Verse, they're all connected..." She looked up then, narrowing her eyes at Justine. "Stop it."

Justine shrugged. "Okay, no more talk of finding your mysterious rescuer."

The priest tapped his lower lip in thought. "I remember a book called 'Angels'...It was beautifully illustrated with both good and bad angels...Perhaps you're in there."

"Well, as long as my pic's not in there, I'm happy," Lina groused.

"We'll keep you well clear, Lina. Don't you worry." Justine patted her shoulder.

"Thank you," Lina said.

The Duchess moved closer to Justine.

"So, the library in Gearhaven. Has books," Justine said. "You've been doing some research, digging through the archives, haven't you, Emilly?"

The Nephilim looked up. "Books?"

The Duchess nodded. "Yes, we should probably go look. And I have been trying."

"Which ones?" Lina asked.

"Okay, look," Justine said. "There's four of us, let's go have a look."

Emilly tilted her head, staring at Lina. "The Book of Ose had Hiram," she told her.

"Right," said Justine.

"And no," Emilly said. "I've heard of Hiram, but Ose...I know I've heard of Ose, I just can't remember where...But there's no saying it's not in the archives. though. Or that it hasn't shown up...recently..."

"Y'all up for a trip back down to Gearhaven?" Justine asked.

"Accessing," Lina said.

The Duchess looked between the Nephilim and the human.

Lina's eyes flared silver-white. "Copy found," she said, her voice distant. "What do you inquire?"
Justine leaned in, whispering to Lina. "The Book of Ose and Hiram," she said.

The priest joined them, placing a supportive hand on Justine's shoulder.

Lina's eyes shone, a growing trace of the mechanical in her vocal tones. "Copy found," she repeated. "Please state the nature of your inquiry."


(Continued in part XXX.)

there's nothing but chains around me

Allll right then. Let's talk about (hopefully) this year's haunt, Neon Ascendance. (Which needs a better name.) So the first hic...