thusia | The Plot Strikes Back

Who: Coren & Everyone.
When: Day 107, Early Evening.
Where: Shrine Room.
What: Plot & Mingle.

[ Despite the memory shenanigans that have been happening the last few days, today has been exceedingly quiet. Perhaps some were nearby to witness the events that took place and returned the memories to those who had yet to find them. Some items with memories in them still might remain behind to be dealt with on another day, but there are more important matters to attend to.

Tonight there's certainly a rustling in the hallways, a flapping of wings. You have never seen so many birds in Thusia before, and they seem completely benign. In every inhabited hallway of the headquarters, there are large and small birds flying to the nearest door, tapping on it with their beaks, and leaving notes to meet on the fourth floor at the shrine room. Where the birds won't or can't go, there are illusions of signs requesting your presence for an urgent matter regarding your home and your memories, trails of light that lead you like an illuminated map from where you are toward the shrine room. If you shut your door on them or tell them to go away, neither will invade further. Aside from the birds roaming the headquarters and the commotion in the shrine room, life goes on. ]

[ Waiting | The Meeting: 2, 3 + 3.1 + 4, Final Questions. ]

( ooc: For those who didn't get to participate in the memory event end, we had to cut things a bit short, but we promise a more open end next time. We didn't get to do nearly as much as we had planned. )

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[ Is it possible for him to look just an inch taller than you both? He's so short in Chrono's eyes, but taller in Tempest's. ]

I have only ever been a god. I don't think I can be anything but a god here. If the day comes that you'll listen to one, even briefly, I hope you do it today. I do not want to 'see' any more people slaughtered in front of me.

I've listened to gods tell me they know what's best for me before. It didn't work out.

Trust is something earned.

I would not like to see this world you came from.

But I think I understand. I do not trust a lot of the gods here, and although I wish you'd trust this warning, it is you decision if you do or not.

I'm already aware of a threat that we might not be able to stave off, regardless of what you've told us. We're going to plan for as much as we can, and take action accordingly.

... Assuming all of us dying is actually what you care about. I hear losing your power source is bad for your health. In at least that much, I can trust your motivations.

...

I...

..don't.

[ Can't. Coren's just walking away back to the window. Yesterday and this. He should have waited, but they can't afford it. ]

[Just watches him go for a long moment before turning back to Tempest 8|;;;]

Well? Are you feeling up to it? We'll have to do it as soon as possible.