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[The video feed this morning has multiple purposes. Initially it was a simple test, to see if the illusion he'd cast broadcast to the network. It failed, instead, showing a young looking man sitting in the Observation Deck on the moon, face half obscured by his fan. But mostly, this is for information. His tone is arrogant and movements slow and measured.]

I wish to pose two queries to thee.

Firstly, I wish to know what of the enemy thou hast unearthed below. I hath read accounts of war and organization, accounts of those of less human appearance treated within the tenants of fear. Leaving aside such debates upon the validity and consequence of tampering with what hath passed in the mires of one's regret and defeat, tis a great number of conversations upon the future and past, but a dearth of those of the present. I assume such, that thine situation remains bleak, and that the project vile and untoward may have continued... But little of the new face of our enemy.

This world, which hath changed so wild and bitterly from the squalor and civilization it had boasted... do we still have a capable enemy who still strikes at our worlds afar? What sayeth the people below?

Tis true, to attack boldly is suicide. Tis true, spying without knowledge as a guard is suicide. However tis true, to jab wildly at the past at an enemy we dost not understand ... tis foolishness and absurdity. Tis possible we may not have a war that concerns us.

Corrections of this, these assumptions, art most welcome.

[He pauses, folding his fan to tap it at his chin.]

Secondly, tis thus: I desire to speak with one most practiced in the art or pedagogy of science. I hath researched soundly the foundational elements and request to employ an expert in 'chemistry' and 'genetics.'

(OOC NOTE: Rufus Barma is a ridiculous creature who speaks in deliberately archaic mannerisms! BUT, if OOCLY you'd like a plain English version, just mention it in the subject line!)

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Indeed.

I would be prepared to face the dark in battle but only should I be sure that the wicked murk may not follow my feet home.

And if there was not? Would you fight?

[There's a pause, deciding at a length to answer honestly.]

Upon the ground we stand, and fall should I must. But only if that is the last of all options.

Tis a most undesirable corner, the last of all plans, and at the death of all the rest.

No one here is very good at finding the other options, if you ask me.

Twas noticeable. But with such tattered threads are we to make a rope?

I thought it wise to seek information before a plan.

Yes. Only fools start running without making sure they're on the right road. But you can't dally too long, either.

Ooooh, I wish I were back home. It was much more obvious what I should do in Prydain.

Pray tell, what would thine path be should this world hold the rules of thy previous home?

That's an impossible question! You can't ask me what I'd do here if I were there. That's like… like getting to the end of the story and asking for a different ending. I only mean it always turns out that I knew where I was going, even if I didn't realize at the time.

From whence I came, there was a foreign sect who routinely asked themselves impossible questions, those with no answers, or distasteful ones.

Tis not an exercise to find it, but the exercise itself is meant to give the tools to solve thine other quandaries.

Shouldst such a tangle present itself to thee, shouldst thy feet feel more steady ground, how wouldst thou seek to unravel this impossible knot?

Well, to untie a knot, you start by finding the ends.

An adept mind.

Now, shouldst thee consider this: What ends do dangle from this puzzle? Shouldst you know of all of it, what information illuminates all the rest and slide the knot free? If thou couldst know any information at all.