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fromthefog) wrote2016-01-24 02:54 pm
fromthefog) wrote2016-01-24 02:54 pm
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Prayer Box
Speak, she hears you.
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ages of plotting laterrrr...
[Noa's voice sounds almost amused. He speaks from his new 'office'. He takes advantage of the lack of video cameras, and 'spies'. Right now he's 'settling in'. And he fingers his returned key in his hands.]
And 'him' as well, I should add...to discern 'weaknesses', 'functions'...
[And he tilts his head.] ...As if you yourself weren't a god, curiously. [Whatever any use to define the word after all-title, race, whatever-it is still one thing and one thing only.
A division that reduced them to ants, to be tested.] I can't bring this to a halt. However...
[His hand closes around the key he has been spinning, and as his glasses slide down his face, the irises undulate with long granted power.] ...Just as they seek to 'understand' you, [Noa notes, sarcastically hissing the word,] they intend to do the same with him.
And I know somewhere in that building, and in that man's notes, lie the information on whatever it was used to steal from you. Whether you know about this or not; I want to get it to you before any of this division find it.
I imagine you know why~ [He sighs, leaning back in his seat. After all; what if they got the idea that they could drain her of more power somehow? Or worse, successfully improved it to destroy her, or strengthen him.
Now that wouldn't be any good at all.]
Whatever we find that can bring us closer to stopping him in his tracks, I intend to bring to you. Whatever steps they take that might come too close to you, I will warn you of, that it may be stopped where I can't step in.
...It's hardly the quickest way... [No, the quickest way is probably razing the building to the ground. This is 'sneaky'. These are tactics more along...his thinking, certainly.
But.] ...But if it means ending him...
[He knows all too well where the '4th' sits. It is a throne he sat upon in his own world, in his opinion, a digitized hoard of power over the world and all life on it.
It is a power that does not belong in a former human's hands.
Whether she answers or not, he makes his vow. And short of her own request to do otherwise, he prepares what must be done to start the first series of 'tests' in 'God Research'.]
no subject
The fog creeps up his chair and over the desk. It's a cold, thin mist, but it begins to concentrate near the center. It twirls and twists, as if forming a dark, miniature cloud. Then, it parts; in the center of the desk sits a pair of spectacles, fragile, sculpted from ice.
A rush of whispers suddenly fill the room.]
Find him
[With those words, the pair of 'glasses' shatters. The fog immediately begins to retreat, leaving no trace of her presence other than the crumbs of ice.]
no subject
'Find him'.]
With pleasure, [he answers, and from there he begins his plans.]