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[video] un: a civil serpent. private network.
( Wrath has learned a lot of shit recently after months of trying to understand and exploring many different avenues, the most important being Wen Qing's inspections of Vannozza and his own investigations. He knows he has to inform the rest of the group before he makes his next move. That is the difference between living on this mortal plane instead of within Hell itself where he has far more power. There is a group to take into consideration.
At first, the video opens with nothing but a visual of the locked, hidden room. The video lingers on the altar beds, the potions and goblets of opiates, and then the piles of servant clothing and bird feathers in the corner. )
I'm in a secret, locked room within Bonaccorso's library. The Attaryl have been lengthening the lives of the Doxe for some time. Now they work on transferring a spirit from one body to the next without killing the original body and destroying one spirit in the process, which is the current result of their experimentation.
( He is quiet, serious, jaw locked though the camera is not on him. This is an affront to Death itself - his other name. )
Their efforts have come with a clear cost. ( He keeps the video pointed toward the pile of clothing and bird feathers, and it does not change course for the remainder of the video- let them see the cost. ) Many have died in this room.
I believe they mean to transfer Bonaccorso's spirit into Vannozza's body. Her spirit feels as if it is peeling from her body. The question is what to do with this truth.
( Ultimately, Wrath is ancient and powerful, and he will go with what he feels is best because mortals are fallible, but he wants to know what the group thinks. )
At first, the video opens with nothing but a visual of the locked, hidden room. The video lingers on the altar beds, the potions and goblets of opiates, and then the piles of servant clothing and bird feathers in the corner. )
I'm in a secret, locked room within Bonaccorso's library. The Attaryl have been lengthening the lives of the Doxe for some time. Now they work on transferring a spirit from one body to the next without killing the original body and destroying one spirit in the process, which is the current result of their experimentation.
( He is quiet, serious, jaw locked though the camera is not on him. This is an affront to Death itself - his other name. )
Their efforts have come with a clear cost. ( He keeps the video pointed toward the pile of clothing and bird feathers, and it does not change course for the remainder of the video- let them see the cost. ) Many have died in this room.
I believe they mean to transfer Bonaccorso's spirit into Vannozza's body. Her spirit feels as if it is peeling from her body. The question is what to do with this truth.
( Ultimately, Wrath is ancient and powerful, and he will go with what he feels is best because mortals are fallible, but he wants to know what the group thinks. )
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( zero tone inflection to imply any surprise at all. he's tired, guys. )
Or a problem for those of this city to solve for themselves, or those of this world. I know enough who'd want the knowledge themselves, and horrific, to think on that.
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If it did fall into more of the wrong hands, the effects would be devastating, but the city can hardly solves the current problems plaguing it. The world itself seems similarly overrun with the current issues it has.
( this is not his world, not the world he was given the responsibility to oversee the balance of. there is no afterlife, and the line between the living and dead is so thin, but he finds it a personal affront nonetheless. never before has he realized the importance of his role so startlingly than in a place where there are so few boundaries. )
But then again so are we.
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( another dry statement. )
We are being happily used as a tool to ensure nothing less than destruction as we go. While kept alive. How much we feed into that, or help outside of that, is an ongoing question, but the world, the city, our rag tag group, we're all overrun with death being what it is here.