018 • voice

[grimreaping]

Professor Stein has departed the city.

It's a relief, however, that those bubbles have finally disappeared. If the city is going to act so childish, it could at least make sure to douse people evenly with the paint.

[ private to Crona; ]

Do you have any interest in continuing your studies from Shibusen while you were here?

[ private to Suzaku

Comments

voice;

[aut_augur]

[The feed begins with the sound of a bird chirping, but the seal quickly catches up and begins to translate:]

The bubbles were enjoyed by many. I think this made the city happy.

voice;

[grimreaping]

When the people are happy, the city is as well? It's not the first time I've heard that speculation.

voice;

[aut_augur]

The city wishes to see us happy, and so when we are, its wish is granted, yes?

voice;

[grimreaping]

Perhaps. You have something directly that supports this idea?

voice;

[aut_augur]

[Asking for logic from a priest who runs solely on premonition and intuition? That's a tall order, man.]

It greeted me, when I arrived. It seems to be a very kind place, and so I think it grants its wishes out of care.

voice;

[grimreaping]

It greeted you? How? Be as precise as you can.

voice;

[aut_augur]

How? Hmm, with its voice, but perhaps you do not hear such things.

voice;

[grimreaping]

[ argh so frustratingly vague ]

Yes, but what did it say?

voice;

[aut_augur]

Hello and welcome, apologized for taking me away from my work.

voice;

[grimreaping]

Interesting...

voice;

[aut_augur]

But it is always speaking... in small things, crickets and footfalls and ocean tide. It would like to be a cheerful place.

voice;

[grimreaping]

Hmm... I suppose that's one way to look at it.

voice;

[aut_augur]

[He laughs softly.]

You look differently?

voice;

[grimreaping]

Different people hear signs of life in different ways. Footsteps. Crickets. Souls. It's whatever one is used to listening to.

voice;

[aut_augur]

Souls too, yes.

[Most things, Jast hears them and speaks to them. There are twelve birds of prophecy who spread their dominion over all things, and there is only one that Jast cannot speak with easily: Ciar, whose birdsign symbolizes man, secular rule and skepticism. The rebellious son of the the Morrígan's crows.]

voice;

[grimreaping]

In any case, I think you were very fortunate, to have the city reassured you in that way.