01-04-2022, 02:04 AM
I need to leave this here so it stops clouding my mind.
MZ-SM307 MZ-SM307 MZ-SM307 MZ-SM307 MZ-SM307 MZ-SM307
I’m fucking sure of it, they can have agents sent to watch me. Telepaths and capable navigators all of them, of course, but I know how to blend in, how to disappear and conjoin myself with the coming and going of crowds, and then disperse in the voice of the city like I never even existed. The city is there, the man is no more, the man never was and will never be.
When they will wait, when they will not wait, I will come unexpectedly and they will know and not know, and I will be able to vanish as I must.
They can and will find any of my ships. It is an advantage. When I need them to listen, they will hear, and if not, I will be an unseen silence speaking to select few.
The LSF and Navy will catch wind of it. Will they make the same mistake, will they leave the only remaining Oracle alone? No, it doesn’t work like that. They could figure out who I was talking to, they were present while we were talking. Ears and eyes all over the place, loose knowledge never ceases to spread. I was so careless as a Cultist, as a Windcaller, until all of them were gone and I could not imagine how to save the Cult as an Exarch.
The foundation must be true. We were like moths distracted my countless lights, we needed guidance where minds were clouded… But where did Saturnia go? Where did our teacher go?
Vagrants’ vessels may want me to become as one with them but it is too late to take that path. Too much time spent in the Shrine and the forbidden realm of Nomads where even they rarely tread. Too much change to accept a different fate.
There will be more and less. Do they know? I know. What do I know, really?
Will this Vault they mentioned be the beginning of a new chapter?
Like a mountain fell from my shoulders. Where would I be now if not for Zun’s advice?
In the exact same place.
I need to meet the Fae in Leeds. I need to contact Raven. I need to contact MZ-SM307.
MZ-SM307 MZ-SM307 MZ-SM307 MZ-SM307 MZ-SM307 MZ-SM307
I’m fucking sure of it, they can have agents sent to watch me. Telepaths and capable navigators all of them, of course, but I know how to blend in, how to disappear and conjoin myself with the coming and going of crowds, and then disperse in the voice of the city like I never even existed. The city is there, the man is no more, the man never was and will never be.
When they will wait, when they will not wait, I will come unexpectedly and they will know and not know, and I will be able to vanish as I must.
They can and will find any of my ships. It is an advantage. When I need them to listen, they will hear, and if not, I will be an unseen silence speaking to select few.
The LSF and Navy will catch wind of it. Will they make the same mistake, will they leave the only remaining Oracle alone? No, it doesn’t work like that. They could figure out who I was talking to, they were present while we were talking. Ears and eyes all over the place, loose knowledge never ceases to spread. I was so careless as a Cultist, as a Windcaller, until all of them were gone and I could not imagine how to save the Cult as an Exarch.
The foundation must be true. We were like moths distracted my countless lights, we needed guidance where minds were clouded… But where did Saturnia go? Where did our teacher go?
Vagrants’ vessels may want me to become as one with them but it is too late to take that path. Too much time spent in the Shrine and the forbidden realm of Nomads where even they rarely tread. Too much change to accept a different fate.
There will be more and less. Do they know? I know. What do I know, really?
Will this Vault they mentioned be the beginning of a new chapter?
Like a mountain fell from my shoulders. Where would I be now if not for Zun’s advice?
In the exact same place.
I need to meet the Fae in Leeds. I need to contact Raven. I need to contact MZ-SM307.