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exsilium2013-12-29 02:02 pm
tergiversant) wrote in exsilium2013-12-29 02:02 pm
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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!)
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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So now there's me, standing on both sides of the divide! They kind of thought it was funny, and I can't say it's not!
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But what I was does not disappear because of what I am, nor does what I am become invalid in light of what I will be.
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Nay, I wouldst not deny thee the privilege of self.
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Nor would I have let you, but I appreciate the courtesy nonetheless.
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[The fan closes against his palm, and is tucked away in one of his sleeves.]
I should like to learn more of thee.
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Failing such, ye speak of personages, a "Them" of audible significance, whom live just outside of the reality of thy world. That one may become, and one may make contracts with...
Might I assume twas a beginning of thine own path?
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Injuriously, so?
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It's only polite to warn, yes?
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Could I assume They, then, have their own language?
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...All mad as hatters, mind you, but still.
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[Of course.]
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