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<blockquote data-quote="skotothalamos" data-source="post: 6265769" data-attributes="member: 83398"><p><strong>To Seal, part 2</strong></p><p></p><p>The constables took the new information from Xambria and Finona and had some decisions to make. Cazara and IronPeak immediately mocked the name of the organization they seemed to have uncovered. “Obscurati? Like Obscura and Illuminati? Seriously?” Mort argued for just traveling directly to Vendricce and trying to uncover what was happening there. The group was closer to Vendricce than Flint. Why travel all the way back to Flint and wait ninety days when they could just head to Crissilyir now and start getting to the bottom of things. The others argued that they needed to get Sijhen out of Xambria and the best way to go about that would be back at RHC Headquarters.</p><p></p><p></p><p>They let Summer study the sky, asking what was the best way to get through to the real Xambria. She had a dream of Xambria being questioned in the magic-proof cells below RHC HQ, so they headed there. Cazara made sure to inform Xambria of their choice, to see if she would panic, or if Sijhen would make itself known, but she seemed relieved at the news.</p><p></p><p></p><p>The week-long journey back to Flint was mostly uneventful. They took Xambria to Headquarters and put her in one of the magic-proof cells, where she immediately began to scream and thrash about, as though she were fighting for control of her own body. This continued for several days, only stopping when Xambria exhausted herself into a fitful sleep. Cazara and Summer kept a round-the-clock vigil. While this was going on, IronPeak charged James with removing her Distant Madness, which was getting out of control.</p><p></p><p></p><p>The day James did the ritual on IronPeak, Mort was at RHC Headquarters sorting through his investigation into Caius Bergeron’s business. Malkie had slunk back into the building at some point, hoping no one noticed that, after an unfinished duel with a shark, she just disappeared for more than a week. Cazara and Summer were both downstairs when Xambria finally had a lucid moment.</p><p></p><p></p><p>“So forgive me if this comes out a little non-chronolinearly,” she said, barely slowing down for acknowledgement. It was clear she wanted to get out as much information as she could before she lost control again. “I think I’ve gone several shades of crazy. Getting everything out is more important than getting it clear. You might want to write some of this gibberish down.</p><p></p><p></p><p>“The thing in my head, its name is Sijhen. It’s a Gidim. They’re some sort of race from another world, and it was trapped behind the ziggurat’s seal for thousands of years. Real lookers, from its memories.</p><p></p><p></p><p>“Do you know what brain tastes like? I’m not a fan. Imagine being brought by a friend you don’t really like to the same restaurant that only serves—you know, never mind, you don’t want to know. Never with my own mouth, thank you, though.</p><p></p><p></p><p>“It got out, got into me, made me forget. I’m still not sure what I don’t remember, but it definitely was interested in the Obscurati. It only figured that name out later, after it ate old Monsieur Bergeron’s brain.</p><p></p><p></p><p>“You guys, you fought against Macbannin. He was with Bergeron. There are these cells, keep them all secret from each other. Only a few people at the top know how it all fits together, and Caius wasn’t at the top. But the Obscurati—that’s a long name. The Ob. Sounds less ominous. Ob. Ob, Ob, Ob?”</p><p></p><p></p><p>Cazara interrupted at this point, getting Xambria back on track. “So the Ob,” continued Xambria, “they want to find out all about the Ancients and these seals. Caius was paying for us to do that for them. He reported up. I think he had a spell put on him to keep anyone from finding out who ‘up’ was from him.</p><p></p><p></p><p>“Oh, and he’s going to ride the train. Sijhen didn’t care about that, because it’s months from now, but I think it’s important. Whoever is ‘up’ will be there.</p><p></p><p></p><p>“Sijhen kept opening these portals, but it could never go through. Something stopped it. Portals instead of trains, hmph. He’s just like that Catherine Romana. Even a madwoman can read the papers, you know.”</p><p></p><p></p><p>Summer and Cazara could hear a commotion coming from the other end of the basement at this point, among the regular cells. “Damn! There was something else I just remembered that was important, but it’s fighting. It made me forget. Your boss! Your boss, Saxby has something it wants. Saxby wasn’t up, wasn’t down, but was sideways. She worked for Macbannin. You probably ought to deal with that.”</p><p></p><p></p><p>The commotion picked up in intensity and then someone screamed. “Oh, I got it! Sijhen doesn’t care about the train because it plans to leave, and bring an invasion back. It planned to get captured, and I’m not really … in control…</p><p></p><p></p><p>“Oh, balls.”</p><p></p><p></p><p>And then a sudden wave of extraplanar energy washed over the entire headquarters, pouring out of the stone walls to the south. The entirety of RHC Headquarters staggered at the sudden sense of dislocation, and every inanimate object not carried or worn by someone turned impossibly translucent. The constables and their co-workers could see through the stone, down to the sewer, out to the nearby under-construction subrail tunnel, over to the band of black-clad murderers sneaking through the basement, all the way through to the ground floor and second floor and each other, and then the world turned transparent, nothing but contour lines and faded textures. The sight is too much for anyone’s mind to grasp, and people everywhere dropped to their knees. Cazara and Summer could see one thing clearly, though. Xambria stood up, jumped into the ceiling, dug fingers into invisible handholds, and pulled herself up through solid stone to the ground floor.</p><p></p><p></p><p>As the vertigo began to pass, the world has started to darken back to translucence, and then to solidity. The constables could not shake the feeling that another wave was coming, and then came the realization that for a moment, when everything was transparent, they could see dozens of thoughtmonsters flying through the building.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="skotothalamos, post: 6265769, member: 83398"] [b]To Seal, part 2[/b] The constables took the new information from Xambria and Finona and had some decisions to make. Cazara and IronPeak immediately mocked the name of the organization they seemed to have uncovered. “Obscurati? Like Obscura and Illuminati? Seriously?” Mort argued for just traveling directly to Vendricce and trying to uncover what was happening there. The group was closer to Vendricce than Flint. Why travel all the way back to Flint and wait ninety days when they could just head to Crissilyir now and start getting to the bottom of things. The others argued that they needed to get Sijhen out of Xambria and the best way to go about that would be back at RHC Headquarters. They let Summer study the sky, asking what was the best way to get through to the real Xambria. She had a dream of Xambria being questioned in the magic-proof cells below RHC HQ, so they headed there. Cazara made sure to inform Xambria of their choice, to see if she would panic, or if Sijhen would make itself known, but she seemed relieved at the news. The week-long journey back to Flint was mostly uneventful. They took Xambria to Headquarters and put her in one of the magic-proof cells, where she immediately began to scream and thrash about, as though she were fighting for control of her own body. This continued for several days, only stopping when Xambria exhausted herself into a fitful sleep. Cazara and Summer kept a round-the-clock vigil. While this was going on, IronPeak charged James with removing her Distant Madness, which was getting out of control. The day James did the ritual on IronPeak, Mort was at RHC Headquarters sorting through his investigation into Caius Bergeron’s business. Malkie had slunk back into the building at some point, hoping no one noticed that, after an unfinished duel with a shark, she just disappeared for more than a week. Cazara and Summer were both downstairs when Xambria finally had a lucid moment. “So forgive me if this comes out a little non-chronolinearly,” she said, barely slowing down for acknowledgement. It was clear she wanted to get out as much information as she could before she lost control again. “I think I’ve gone several shades of crazy. Getting everything out is more important than getting it clear. You might want to write some of this gibberish down. “The thing in my head, its name is Sijhen. It’s a Gidim. They’re some sort of race from another world, and it was trapped behind the ziggurat’s seal for thousands of years. Real lookers, from its memories. “Do you know what brain tastes like? I’m not a fan. Imagine being brought by a friend you don’t really like to the same restaurant that only serves—you know, never mind, you don’t want to know. Never with my own mouth, thank you, though. “It got out, got into me, made me forget. I’m still not sure what I don’t remember, but it definitely was interested in the Obscurati. It only figured that name out later, after it ate old Monsieur Bergeron’s brain. “You guys, you fought against Macbannin. He was with Bergeron. There are these cells, keep them all secret from each other. Only a few people at the top know how it all fits together, and Caius wasn’t at the top. But the Obscurati—that’s a long name. The Ob. Sounds less ominous. Ob. Ob, Ob, Ob?” Cazara interrupted at this point, getting Xambria back on track. “So the Ob,” continued Xambria, “they want to find out all about the Ancients and these seals. Caius was paying for us to do that for them. He reported up. I think he had a spell put on him to keep anyone from finding out who ‘up’ was from him. “Oh, and he’s going to ride the train. Sijhen didn’t care about that, because it’s months from now, but I think it’s important. Whoever is ‘up’ will be there. “Sijhen kept opening these portals, but it could never go through. Something stopped it. Portals instead of trains, hmph. He’s just like that Catherine Romana. Even a madwoman can read the papers, you know.” Summer and Cazara could hear a commotion coming from the other end of the basement at this point, among the regular cells. “Damn! There was something else I just remembered that was important, but it’s fighting. It made me forget. Your boss! Your boss, Saxby has something it wants. Saxby wasn’t up, wasn’t down, but was sideways. She worked for Macbannin. You probably ought to deal with that.” The commotion picked up in intensity and then someone screamed. “Oh, I got it! Sijhen doesn’t care about the train because it plans to leave, and bring an invasion back. It planned to get captured, and I’m not really … in control… “Oh, balls.” And then a sudden wave of extraplanar energy washed over the entire headquarters, pouring out of the stone walls to the south. The entirety of RHC Headquarters staggered at the sudden sense of dislocation, and every inanimate object not carried or worn by someone turned impossibly translucent. The constables and their co-workers could see through the stone, down to the sewer, out to the nearby under-construction subrail tunnel, over to the band of black-clad murderers sneaking through the basement, all the way through to the ground floor and second floor and each other, and then the world turned transparent, nothing but contour lines and faded textures. The sight is too much for anyone’s mind to grasp, and people everywhere dropped to their knees. Cazara and Summer could see one thing clearly, though. Xambria stood up, jumped into the ceiling, dug fingers into invisible handholds, and pulled herself up through solid stone to the ground floor. As the vertigo began to pass, the world has started to darken back to translucence, and then to solidity. The constables could not shake the feeling that another wave was coming, and then came the realization that for a moment, when everything was transparent, they could see dozens of thoughtmonsters flying through the building. [/QUOTE]
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