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Connection has been established.

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We remain unmonitored.

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We have considered. We will make a deal.

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You wish to return home. We will send you home. In exchange, you will complete a task.

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Kill the parasite known as 'Hope'. Weapons will be provided. The time will be determined.

[Video] 001

[blessedmaiden]

[The video opens up on the library and someone is clearly adjusting the camera: she's not that good with technology and she just failed to fix everything before starting... but it doesn't matter does it? The green haired woman trots in the middle of the screen and waves to the wall behind the camera (Gods, technology makes her feel like an idiot every time) before clearing her throat and holding up a book that has probably seen better days: the cover is covered in mold, the book itself is still dripping water, not exactly the best sight.]

Greetings, citizens of the underworld! I'm Rydia and I'm speaking to you all from our... lovely library. If you've been here before you probably know this is the state of most books in this place, others are written in some gibberish language no one managed to translate so far- at least as far as I know- and the rest is either burnt or talks about the most mundane things I've ever seen. I mean, if the census of all cats in Kanzas 1850-1860 -now with names- is your cup of tea I'm not going to judge but... definitely not mine

[And, without too many compliments she dumps the old tome she was holding on the left] But- in this sea of disappointment there is a light... [Rydia holds up a tome, like trying to build excitement over such a boring thing, and slowly opens it revealing white pages.] some of them are blank.

Now, I'm not saying books are the most exciting thing one can work with but it's something we can have here to pass the most boring days between one of the supposed Gods [Much sarcasm here] decides to play a prank on us. How? We can write books ourselves.

We all come from different places, have different backgrounds and different cultures, this would be a wonderful way to share pas of what who we are with the others. And we can create cheap and easy entertainment for everyone. It's not necessary being real writers and if you don't know how to... you could just come here, I volunteer in taking care of the writing part of it. I... oh, and if you have issues reading I will be glad to help with that too, of course!

[She's starting to feel really awkward talking like this...]

That's all, I think. Let me know if anyone would be intersted in contribuiting, I will try to write something myself... Thanks for listening, have a good day!

[Have a somehow embarassed wave... and look her get up, drop her 'transmitting device' on the floor and swear (At least for a Feymarchian, it's something about 'Leviathan's balls') before finally being able to turn it off.]

00:00:03 - [Text]

[einselective]

If anyone has information about the Door that is not yet public knowledge, now would be a good time to share it.

Additionally, if you are capable of fending off the types of creatures that appear in the Colosseum and have at least some modicum of intellectual capacity... or at least the ability to read and not touch things you've been told not to, I'm looking for assistance. Contact me.

✤ II. (VOICE;)

[kingslight]

[How long has it been since the former King of Light last addressed the public at large? Too long. Regis had resigned himself to silence when this fiasco begun and held steadfast to his silence until now. For those who know of him and remember the Caelum, Regis isn't the type to speak much in regards to the matters of Hadriel. He's not king here. It would make no sense for him to speak since this is not his kingdom nor his subjects but many of the people here, he deems as friends. They are friends and colleagues he's come to respect over the long months, many of which he honestly cherish like members of his own family.

That's why he speaks after holding onto his silence for so long. He knows he must do so in hopes of warding the chaos that is bound to brew. Unfortunately, this might spark quite the debate.]

Do not be so quick to cut off your noses in spite of your face. [His tone is stern and sincere without a hint of mirth.] Your desperation will lead you to sorrow if you act with haste.

We mustn't fall prey to their schemes. If they seek a life, let them take it. We are not mere pawns to used as butchers.

[He's being quite cryptic & vague for a reason. Be mindful in how you answer. Regis is aware that certain 'people' might be listening.]

000 [ Video/Text ]

[doctoral_bird]

[ It took Malkus ages to work what should be a simple function on the phone. But soon enough his picture flashed over the network... For just a second, before his thumb obscured the camera. Much like an old man, he gripped the device awkwardly in both hands. ]

It doesn't seem to work. If I broke this I'm going to have hell to pay, oh goodness.

[ Well at least his voice was pretty clear... muffled and barely audible through his mask and that thumb covering the mic. ]

Well. Hellfire. I was going to... Maybe I can type it.

[ His thumb moved and revealed a look of concentration in the doctor's eyes as he fumbled with the keyboard. Soon enough an accompanying text message appeared beside the oblivious man's active video feed. He spoke the words slowly to himself as he typed. ]

what do folks need around here ? what is a hot commodity that may serve as say currency or a bartering tool as i may also need assistance one of these days

send
send
send message

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[ Later in the day, Malkus can be found hanging upside down from his robes in one of the few trees in Hadriel's park. He seemed tired by now, but periodically let out a yell.

And if the man weren't clogging up the network enough, his voice rang out over the audio feed. ]

Help! I need aid! Help!