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[bit_impossible]

[night has fallen once again on Eos, and one man who has spent far too much time listening to voices in the dark depths of the forest has finally emerged from the tree-line. amazingly, he looks slightly more put together than he has in past days. his tie is straight, tightened snugly in place, and his shirt tails are tucked neatly into his suit

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Interrogation is fine too, not that her answers will make sense

[fallen_cetra]

Knock knock, who's there? Nobody home.

[bit_impossible]

[this one surprises him as he doesn't recognise her. he watches her curiously for a moment as she speaks.]

On the contrary, there's always someone home. They just might not be able to answer the door.

[fallen_cetra]

Perhaps. Little lost children, far from home. All the little children, hiding in the dark. What are you searching for, Doctor? It's not where you're looking for it.

[bit_impossible]

Answers. Everyone has answers and they're not giving them to me.

What do you mean by that?

[fallen_cetra]

The answers that you're looking for, they aren't there, are they? Not there, not there. Gone. Or were they ever there at all.

[bit_impossible]

Not out in the open.

Not yet.

[fallen_cetra]

What are you looking for, Doctor? The way back is gone, the paths have been taken away. No way back but forward.

[bit_impossible]

[he frowns now, growing a little agitated.]

Didn't you listen before? I don't appreciate having to repeat myself.

[fallen_cetra]

Don't listen to the whispers in the night, they're full of lies.

[bit_impossible]

No, they're not whispers. How can you say that about them? They're old friends come to visit again. It's so very rare when I get to meet them a second time.

They want the answers too. Perhaps if I can figure out who is pulling people here, I can get that person to pull my friends out of the dark too. Then I won't be alone again.

[fallen_cetra]

[The stare she gives him is blank but strangely intense.] Round and round they go, where it leads, nobody knows. They're lead by the whispers in the night, will they run, or will they fight. Ghosts and shadows and visions all. The night haunts whisper in your mind, leaving strange visions behind.

[bit_impossible]

[somehow, even that stare manages to unnerve him just a bit and he tears his gaze away.] Fine! They might be! But for now, they're real enough! You can't tell me you never wanted them to be real!

[fallen_cetra]

All are ghosts and shadows in the place that I walk, but some should stay in the Lifestream where they belong.

[bit_impossible]

Where you walk? Well, that makes a hell of a lot more sense. Perhaps you're one of my own 'ghosts'.

Funny though...I don't remember ever meeting you. I'm sure I'd remember what this Lifestream is too.

Care to tell me what that is, O Spirit?

[fallen_cetra]

No, I walk the place between the living and the dead.

Lifestream, the soul of the Planet. Each living creature and plant that is born and dies is a part of it, on death their soul is returned to the Lifestream so that it might be passed on to create new life.

I had a name once. All lost, stolen from me...

[bit_impossible]

[mutters to himself] Sounds a bit like the matrix...

[he eyes her suspiciously, then with great pity] So. You too...

No, no, no, that's too much of a coincidence. [he grabs his head, very confused by all of this] Plenty of people have lost their names and everything they ever knew. It's not a normal occurrence, but it happens.