Happy Upload day! To celebrate the season, today will consist of two uploads at 2pm: Act 11 and 12, tying up the first part of the Messenger arc. Sample below, and have a great Thanksgiving season!
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Illian strode to meet the Maiorian people. He was aware of an invisible ‘boom microphone’ field once he reached a certain notch on the stage etched by a solder and a tad askew by a carpet obviously meant to hide it. Once he crossed over, the entire Sanctum would be able to hear him.
“Jones, do you read me?”
Madame Quella regressed to his back and bowed.
“Jones!” Her cawing broke the microphone. “Tap once if you’re still there.”
Illian did so.
“Twice if you can speak.”
He did not. He stole a look of Madame Quella, Shaintro now emerging from the curtains, and crossed into the field with a sounh like brush to paint.
“Of course,” because she was hearing the crowd the closer he got. “There are several files on you, Jones. I will inform you of what I find.”
He wanted to say, “You do that,” but that’s not what these people were promised. Madame Quella wanted to hear his report of first contact with Gaia, the people wanted to hear how thankful he was for this opportunity–if only they knew what he knew. So, afflicted by the silence Illian felt he needed to say his first words as a true Messenger.
“Ku-ra,” Illian said, reciting perfectly. So much so, that he couldn’t possibly follow it up.
