3rd
My first little hints will start to make sense come tomorrow, which means it's time for me to speak the much more important bit of information. The thing actually pertinent to your futures. Everyone's futures.
Normally I wouldn't be so coy as this, but I'm afraid circumstances force me to. Furthermore, I don't have all the details, I can only see it in rough sketches.
So let's get this over with, shall we?
[He adjusts his tie, and then, as though reading from a script:]
A shadow falls across us all, one that's fallen once before. The justice they take is blind; the magic they use is black. The beast that casts it has many heads; it breathes hellfire, it dreams buried in a feathered case, it eats rampion and lamb’s lettuce, its left hand was darkness but now its right hand is light, it holds a blade of the spirit world and the wings it’s stolen are no angel’s. You have time before the scythe falls. Sparkling waters can run deep.
Into shadow, ten go.
Don't ask questions. I cannot answer. I'll say it has absolutely nothing to do with the tadpole thing - that's already happening, if you have the skill to recognize it. And no, don't bother with questions about that either.
It’s... irritating. I know the truth behind at least part of this - faces, all - but I can’t say a word more than what I’ve said here. I can’t even toy with you, and the information itself is useless to me. I gain nothing in its telling.
[SHRUG]
But we’re all but pieces in a larger game. Even I am only a weapon.
[ooc: modlyfolk, if that wasn't irritatingly vague enough, lemmie know. in reference to this]
Normally I wouldn't be so coy as this, but I'm afraid circumstances force me to. Furthermore, I don't have all the details, I can only see it in rough sketches.
So let's get this over with, shall we?
[He adjusts his tie, and then, as though reading from a script:]
A shadow falls across us all, one that's fallen once before. The justice they take is blind; the magic they use is black. The beast that casts it has many heads; it breathes hellfire, it dreams buried in a feathered case, it eats rampion and lamb’s lettuce, its left hand was darkness but now its right hand is light, it holds a blade of the spirit world and the wings it’s stolen are no angel’s. You have time before the scythe falls. Sparkling waters can run deep.
Into shadow, ten go.
Don't ask questions. I cannot answer. I'll say it has absolutely nothing to do with the tadpole thing - that's already happening, if you have the skill to recognize it. And no, don't bother with questions about that either.
It’s... irritating. I know the truth behind at least part of this - faces, all - but I can’t say a word more than what I’ve said here. I can’t even toy with you, and the information itself is useless to me. I gain nothing in its telling.
[SHRUG]
But we’re all but pieces in a larger game. Even I am only a weapon.
[ooc: modlyfolk, if that wasn't irritatingly vague enough, lemmie know. in reference to this]