THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

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THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

Post by Majieu » Sun Jun 12, 2022 7:56 am

His pulsing, discoloured body seemed to just barely cling to life... He stood there alone in a strange dark place; torso and head leaning slightly backwards, arms dangling behind him, eyes closed tightly with tears flowing like rivers off of his face... For many moments he whimpered, quietly with a shaking head and a crooked smile that slowly thinned and widened until it finally reached its maximum, then remained... Behind the tears and agony he is happy, perhaps even blissful...

“I SAW it, I SAW it all..!” he spoke so loudly that it echoed a strange amount of times around him... His demeanour, actions and condition throughout remained the same. Weeping, shaking, in the same position at the same place, he continued to try to explain or encompass it all somehow...

“The MAGIC, the LANGUAGE, its the SAME, it’s ALL the SAME! Its the same...” he repeats the latter many times, more and more quietly until he breaks down into crying, -but only for the briefest moment.

“It’s all TOGETHER and ONE and the SAME...! And it’s all RIGHT THERE, RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW..! WITHIN..!

A sharp inhale finally blesses his lungs, and then again yells out loudly,

RIGHT THERE, RIGHT-...!

... -right...?

Suddenly he stopped and the word broke into many words and understandings before him... Not in a sense of -seeing-, not even within the mind; but a deep, undeniable understanding and shattering of the perception of words, cultures and languages, and of all of the consequences, intricacies and potential dangers of such knowledge so irrefutably...

‘Right’, ‘rite’, ‘wright’, ‘write’, ‘here’, ‘hear’, and all the ways they can be heard or perceived, or manipulated, felt deeply all though him, the weakness and strength of it all...

“An illusion... Why don’t we KNOW there are SO MANY ILLUSIONS I-” he stops, falling to his knees, slowly reaching towards a satchel on his waist. Very slowly he pulls out sheets of paper and a writing tool, with an airy shaking voice he mutters, “I must, I truly must... But now how do I...

Head still slanted backwards, tears still falling... He scribbled madly on sheets of paper, alone, weeping in the darkness...

Frantic and Enlightened

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Re: THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

Post by Majieu » Fri Jun 17, 2022 4:35 pm

Sitting in a room of encircled pillars behind an altar with no markings, or any apparent name... Rubbing his face, and scratching his head, and mumbling between things he would ask, and proclaim,

"TWIST the WORDS a DIFFERENT way...?" His head jolts to his left as he speaks mostly loudly, seemingly alone.

"You KNOW of what we SEEK, that SPEAKING, may render it more UNKNOWN..!"

His right hand finger places on his lips as he begins to nod, and head cant... Then down goes again his left one, to a familiar satchel, -SYCOPHANT!

Writing and humming he giggles and lauds, a calculated look, a correctional pause... All of a sudden he stands and exclaims,

"What a wonderous SPELL of the STARS, CONSCIOUS, and PLANES!"

Copying the contents to many other papers, laughing between statements, he raves,

"TWO is right there! And this explains FOUR! And now we speak to OTHERS of EIGHT before there are perhaps... SIXTEEN MORE..."

Writing, and nodding, and mumbling insane, he quests to share HIS vision of an immanent domain...
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Re: THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

Post by Majieu » Mon Jun 20, 2022 6:14 am

He stood on the corner of a bustling city street with ink covered papers in his hands... Eventually one or some would stop due to the tiny signboard, or his voice’s command, Oh! Al1ow m3 an adequat3 1ntroduct1on i3 you w3ll...

For some reason all he could think about were numbers, he continued to introduce himself,

“I am *&^$%#, *&^$%# 9876543210!

Procurer and salesperson of magical imbuements that empower the inner spirit, -th3 1ru4st, most s1mpl5 9nhancer of magics..!”

He would offer papers, and as they asked, he would explain,

2ign HERE and be improve6 by the master of the 9rcanes! The grand sorcerer, the SPECIALIST..!”

Some would attempt to read the paper, some would just sign and nod, some would QUESTION the WORDING of things, and others would deem it a fraud...

Nodding and signing along with his victim’s name, our silly, sick fellow has been caught in a soul trapping game, “Just THIRTY-TWO MORE, THIRTY-TWO MORE will DO! Then I’ll have enough coins to buy -my soul- back, and SIGN to trade the two!”

Whispering the last statement, and accepting another signed contract, he stands up and he speaks as he applauds,

What a W0NDERFUL REHEARSED PERF0RMANCE 9876543210! A TWISTED W0RDS FACADE!-----&^*$%*&^%^#$&*%^*$*^$^&*%$#$#%&^%#*^%#*#%$&$*#%&^%&#%&

All of a sudden he wakes up under a large tree in a vast forest... Breathing heavily, sweating, a blank sheet of paper is in his hands... A sigh of relief escapes him,

“The only soul papers I seek to pass now, are of a PAPER ROSE...”
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Re: THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

Post by Majieu » Mon Jun 27, 2022 4:51 am

Sitting on the ground within some kind of homely cave, on a bear fur rug with notes strewn about our 'sick speller' falls into a daze... Suddenly he stands in what seems to be an alley, though there are rocks high above instead of the sky...

"W-what do you mean, the SPECIALIST doesn't exist..?" he nervously asks a shade hidden figure after having handed them sixty-four individually signed papers that were covered in seemingly shifting ink,

"Your associate said they--!"

The figure interrupted with a condescending laugh while backing further into the cover of shadows, "Do you -really- believe someone, or some -thing-, with such power would be so foolish as to reveal themselves so openly..? So directly..?" the feminine voice chuckles before continuing, "Not only are some of these signatures obviously fake, you don't even truly know what you're having these bovine pawns become enthralled by... And it seems like you're among them, at least sixty-four times."

"What?!" our trapped troubadour exclaims, "What is this madness then?! For my freedom, truly, please! What would you have me do?!"

Suddenly a square cloth bearing a symbol resembling a simple ten rayed sun falls before our friend, "A faulty SIXTY-FOUR more, oh how they all can read!" the feminine voice exclaimed as it seemed to take distance along with multiple sets of footsteps, "Don't worry little man, here's the coin for what we first agreed. And in due time, we'll find you to claim more of these!"

A large bag of coins is flung from far within the dark alley, falling heavily onto the small cloth symbol, causing the bag to break open slightly where it was originally tied closed. Shaking his head in disbelief, falling to his hands and knees, our tricked troublemaker slowly gathers the coins and mysterious cloth as the dark alley goes silent...

"I set out to be free, but was naïve and have become more lost... Making vague agreements for freedom and coins has taken a greater cost..."

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Re: THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

Post by Majieu » Thu Jul 07, 2022 1:24 pm

"... --shtu 'ez Ya h'lr, rg it'nrl'e-- ... --rl'evg eht'ua'tmovr-- ... --t' ruveh'eg it'nr-- ..."

The stars are not very clear as our 'Man of Numbers' gazes up at them, standing on the roof of a tall tower... Strange people accompanied by strange creatures led him there... They seem to speak a strange language around and at him, a strange -but familiar- language that he has heard, or felt, or at least -understood- clearly once before...

Tears fill his eyes as he listens and shakes his skyward raised head, "We KNOW it is WITHIN... I SEEK it..! But...-" then he stops, the strangers speak and try explain, but without the comprehension he may have once had, he can only listen.

Quietly he begins to count, perhaps the fading stars, "ONE... TWO... FOUR... EIGHT... N-... Nine...?" the last number is spoken even more quietly, with confusion, until he is interrupted by a sentence he can understand.

"What you saw.. You know of it. You've /seen/ them. /Heard/ them. But- Do they call?" one of the strange figures asks.

Slowly he answers, "FELT them, perhaps more so... But to TELL people this..."

"That date I spoke of. Keep it clear in mind." the figure assures him of the importance of it all.

Taking a deep breath our 'fellow of feelings' closes his eyes, he can sense many eyes watch him, he feels understood, he feels accepted, he feels confused, and he feels urgent at the same time... Some moments seem to pass that lack consciousness. Then suddenly, the strange figure that initially found and brought him to the roof speaks, and our star counter understands, but he feels as though he is fading...

"How long-..." the rest of the sentence is faded, but is completely understood.

With a hand on his mouth, our 'Sir of Spirits' speaks slightly muffled, "Oh dear... I HOPE to be CLOSE... It all comes so quicly..." the last bit seems to echo, repeating many times...

And then all of a sudden, again, he finds himself in a room of pillars, seemingly alone, siting back against a nameless altar, speaking aloud slightly to his left...

"I HOPE to be CLOSE... I HOPE we ALL are... But even if not, we can COUNT on the STARS..."

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Re: THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

Post by Majieu » Tue Jul 12, 2022 3:00 am

"For only it is true..."

Our familiar fermenter of numbers speaks through a heavy exhale, standing now alone in a familiar place that has quickly become estranged... His left hand is situated firmly in the middle of his chest, and his right hand is holding his forehead, there is a very obvious weariness gnawing at him.

He still stands, but not with ease, the ground around him seems to exude an unsettling aura, and so do the plants and trees.

"She KNOWS, and I KNOW, and they KNEW..." he says as he slowly stumbles to the entrance of a cave, often looking behind him and occasionally to the ground on his left, "They speak of THREE and NINE, though I have only mentioned TWO..."

Trailing the cavern wall while leaning against it almost the whole way, he sets off to find any far comfortable corner. With one last stumble, he trips into sitting, in a place that felt more homely just days former.

Slowly his head begins to dip as he seems to fall in to slumber, then all of a sudden it pops back up, "I have to SHOW more NUMBERS..."

A look to his side with bloodshot eyes he struggles to pull a paper a pen,
"I told them it was coming SOON, but I did not specify WHEN."

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Re: THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

Post by Majieu » Tue Jul 19, 2022 1:00 pm

Between the rustling of leaves and branches, and hurried steps and breaths, his not so quiet voice can be heard, “Please be, please BE, PLEASE BE..!

Our sickly seeker is searching frantically for something, again, in the trees, in the air, and on his knees.

These leaves are all TWO, and those clovers are definitely all THREE, and these flowers are surely FIVE, SIX, SEVEN or NINE... By playing with PARTS I came to find EIGHT but, why..? WHY..? WHY?!

Searching, seeking, ignorant about sleeping, with bloodshot tired confused eyes... Our friend of finicky fables, who we might assume was being puppeteered by invisible cables, may have searched through one too many sunrise.

“I saw FOUR in SEASONS,
I saw FOUR separate PLACE,
I saw MANY MAN MADE FOUR indeed,
but in a NATURAL, SINGLE BODIED,
GEOMETRICAL case?
I found a RARE clover of FOUR, TWO times,
but when I pulled a LONE petal off...
GEOMETRICALLY
the ONE became TWO became EIGHT..!
UNDENIABLE! It ISN'T GREAT it--!”


It’s apparent he is scared, exhaling heavily, head shaking, maybe lost... More quiet than usual in his loudness, no more whispering or chuckling to his side, all of a sudden as if to put on a show, he begins to exclaim to the sky,

“This whole TIME I feel like I’ve been LIED to,
or have been SLEEPING and by consequence have lied!
Has it really been this OBVIOUS, this APPARENT this whole time?
We KILL LIVE trees to make FOUR sided paper,
and laugh as we FOLD them into a living DEAD rose...
Put living dead roses inside FOUR sided shops to get GOLD
to BUY more fancy clothes...
FOUR like a SQUARE, FOUR like a BOX,
put them side by side, run in SQUARE CIRCLES, LOST...
FOUR follow SEASON, and ERROR ABHOR..!?

NOTHING
IN NATURE
IS NATURALLY
FOUR..!”

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Re: THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

Post by Majieu » Mon Aug 01, 2022 5:32 am

This particular part is strange, maybe the whole bit was a dream... Some might assume it's ONE last discrete flashback to TIE up the last TWO and MAKE THREE...

But it's not...

It's on time, in current time, unconscious, but being... Our "numbers fellow" is there now, but not quite, not after what he's SEEN.

"Four is there, the sphere a square, then the squares becomes a sphere... The four becomes one that becomes iridescent from none, and then becomes all from here."

Behind an opaque, iridescent veil, the blackest robes, and a crown of the blackest tainted steel chains, the figure that is perhaps our fellow, but very different still, sits against a vibrant crystal in a grove, alone, and speaks...

"All the world's gold couldn't buy it back... Artificial rare nature... Throw nature off track. Create rare nature from things we don't even understand... Sell the rare man-made nature... Improve it, because we are man. Artificial rarity, creation of scarcity, many things which we cannot relate... Perfect spheres make cubes, perfect cubes make spheres, and we artificially, ignorantly without knowing recre--"

A voice suddenly interrupts, "Your voice rings familiar. Yet I dare not assume, as the truth is not always so clear..."

Aside from stopping his speech, the veiled figure is unbothered, then continues rambling, as if the voice's origin had disappeared,

"Diamond Pearl... That's it, that's me, that's I, us, four and three-- an accident of nature, we have to take them back... Maybe recreating them is throwing things off track... Accidental perfect circles, made from imperfect, perfect squares... Plates appear from entropy, and chromatics they come to b--"

The voice interrupts a second time, "I know not what you speak of. But you speak with the voice of a familiar friend..."

Veiled and crowned with the blackest chains, almost motionless, the figure continues,

"Yes, I... He is I, as we are all I, as all are all are we... A pearl from pain, colour from nothing, between life and death and inane, please..! I found us, but did we find us..? I'm still looking, I... There is no 'you', and there is no 'them', put all of that aside."

"Well I am I, and none other. And he is he, and no other. And I am called many things, and they are all I. And no other." the voice replied.

To which our strange shrouded figure seems to answer, as if to beg to listen, and then fades,
"Please, I... Hear and understand. I am one thing that is all things and only dissected by man... Please love, don't make I, "you", it might split I apart. Before we know it we might forget why, and begin to sell parts of our hearts. I know I can be him, and we do too. But please don't make us two. Even though we're all here, we're all I. I understand... Aye? I do...

I am a web, one of all kinds, just as every new kind of web becomes we... A web of a spider, a web of mycelium, a web of thoughts, web of trees... I can hear I, even without ears, or eyes, because we 're all I, please come to see..!
I am I, I am love, I am all, I am we...
So please find I... Creator of Worlds...
Please find the truth I see but don't know,
please, Diamond Pearl..."

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Re: THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

Post by Majieu » Sun Oct 30, 2022 10:23 pm

A heavy sigh trails off as he whispers to himself,
"If I had more POWER they may also be able to SEE..."

For the first time in a long time our diamond and pearl perceiving -seemingly afraid of FOUR- circle square seeing paper 'Numbers Man' is head, face and hair fully exposed under a familiar tree canopy. Frowning so thick it looks like deep cobwebs across his forehead; all of his long, brown, wavy and messy hair flows well below his shoulders as he hangs his head in thought. "Who am I now..? WHERE are you then..? After all of this HIDING, searching and acting perhaps I forgot..."

There are footsteps to his left but they don't initially catch attention… And then a voice, "Ahoy there, sir! --Oh, it's you! -I hardly recognized you..!" The voice sounds welcome and familiar, an unusual affair. Almost instantly they're accompanied by another. TWO seldom souls of very few that our fellow 'Numbers' can call his friends. After a bit of catching up, a heavy engraved stone slab is removed from a front satchel and raised forwards, interrupting the reunion. 'Numbers', 'Colours', or 'Shapes' then asks, "May we GO to save a SPIRIT from a STONE?"

"The evening is young, let us GO out this night!" he exclaims excitedly after the other two agree that they will go. Trekking through snow and scaling mountain sides the party eventually reaches the intended secluded mausoleum... Within it the air feels heavy and unusual... One of the party members explains, "The strange thing about these undead, is that they do not roam. No magic known to us holds them here, merely they are compelled to remain."

"Nothing to KEEP them... Strange..." the familiar exaggerated theatrical-esque voice continues, "So many MYSETERIES left to UNCOVER... There may be OTHER BINDING things in here... We WONDER..." and muses in an uneasy tone. As they go through he simply follows and watches idly while the other two battle undead, skeletal colossus and the unusually trapped inside of the place ghosts.

They finally reach what they came for, it's the area where they can release the supposed spirit trapped within the stone... Curiosity and wonder spark some conversation, then, stone removed from satchel again it's placed between the mummified hands in a sarcophagus in the middle of the large room.

A beaming flash of light erupts above the sarcophagus shortly after and -poof-, the engraved stone slab is gone...

"A spirit sleeps now, thanks to you." one of the party members says, then the other, "Even so. We do not belong here and mustn't linger." 'Numbers' begins to have a strange feeling, like a calling of sorts... He peers about in a confused kind of daze, deep in thought or wonder. Something at the far end of the area attracts him. A locked chest containing special plunder?

Struggling to crack the odd chest for a moment he steps back and allows the wooden masked figure to unlock it, "Armors, coin as well. Of little use to me, both." But 'Numbers' begins to dig deeper, and a strange horned crimson skull mask is pulled... "I'll look for a way out." the battle-ready guide of the small crew says. Then Numbers begins to whisper, staring at the strange item "T-this..." As if to be controlled by an outside force, eyes fixated firmly on the oddity a moment, he then puts the mask on...

"I found a way forward, if nothing else." returning from searching for an exit the other says. All the while 'Numbers' has become very still until he begins to tremble and shake, then stops. "Good, we may finally-..." noticing the strange -even for our funny fellow- event they become quiet until they ask him, "Are you alright..?"

"Heheheheh..." a muffled chuckle behind the skull mask as he peeks all around, head jerking quickly as he does. "Hahahahah...!" laughing more loudly now he looks at his hands as if they were new to his body, shaking his skull covered head. He moves even more strangely than before and emits an air of definite intimidation. Staring at one, then the other party member briefly after approaching them closely, he then moves closer to the middle of the room, speaking a very strange language erratically. Then some whispers and hand movements... 'Skull' seems to cast a spell, but nothing seems to happen.. As the other two watch confused, trying to understand the situation, all of a sudden 'Skull' begins to blast Color Sprays around the room many times, laughing and speaking the unusual language certainly insanely. He begins to taunt the steadfast warrior of the party by blasting the spell closely on both sides of them. Hand raised forwards towards them with a cocked head, 'Skull' seems to wait for a reaction.

"Hear me, whatever creature has taken hold of our friend! We're leaving with him, by hook or crook!" not wanting to hurt our fellow who would normally be our mostly manic numbers man, they away their weapons but prepare to subdue him and remove the strange skull mask, "Try then, and take it from him!" the other tells the warrior.

For a brief moment 'Skull' speaks, the voice is familiar for just a second, "D-do N--" Head shaking with both hands on the mask's horns pushing, it looks stuck! Instead, quickly but with a great deal of trouble 'Skull' digs into a large front satchel to remove an item... He's struck by the warrior and drops it. "He's...he's more resilient than he looks!" wide eyed the warrior exclaims. Now the strange voice and chaotic demeanor return to 'Skull' again. He begins another incantation, the other member at a cautious distance immediately recognizes what kind of spell it is, "Wait! Catch him!"

'Skull' stands there, posture slowly increasing, head 'clicking' like the needle of a clock into a deep tilt as he's rushed again by his friends. As he's struck, 'Skull' is immediately sucked into a portal and disappears...

Now it's dark... It's damp... 'Skull' lays bone face flat on a stone bridge...

A sudden boot nudge to his side... He rolls over and then jumps into standing, both 'Skull' and the figure on the bridge being startled there. There is an Elf... Or... Perhaps not quite... Both fail to understand each other properly and the interaction is peculiar. 'Skull' begins to ignore them and explores the close-by surroundings.. The sun, moon, starts, clouds or sky aren't there... Only a dark rocky ceiling looms high above. Staring at this for quite some time his gaze slowly lowers and a large tower catches his attention.

It's right there, right in front of him.

Muffled chuckling and cackles from behind the mask continue as he approaches the large tower doors,

"Heheheheh... Hahahahah..! HAHAHAHAH!"

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Re: THE ELUSIVE GRAND RIGHT

Post by Majieu » Sat Nov 12, 2022 8:03 am

“IN THE TOWER, POWER.
THE TOWER FOR POWER ASCEND.
KEYS TO OPEN GATES.
GATES WITH POWER IN THEM.”

a strange muffled voice speaks between bouts of mumbles.

A book is propped up open on the seat of a chair... There is a strange ritual circle riddled with numbers on a large carpet with corners covered in heaps of sand. Golems patrol the perimeter and are moving things carefully around the sides... The crimson skulled, muffled cackling mad man-monster that was not so long ago known as our fellow 'Numbers' whispers towards the book, head swaying and shaking as if it was travelling through open space without a body instead of reading text. They're in a strange room with uneven stone walls... Not a standard cave, it's dark and musty but moderately equipped and supplied, and there are more than a few peculiar fixtures with numbers strewn across their faces and sides.

Suddenly, "HM..?" 'Skull's body jolts up, he hastily casts a spell and *poof*, he appears deep in a forest... After looking around for a moment he begins to stomp his feet and yell, casting Color Sprays all around in a fit of rage... Maybe it wasn't the intended place?

Ending his outburst of anger Skull just stops, looks east, and begins to walk, and walk, until... A strange but familiar creature crosses his path, behind it a whole party of people still. They are FOUR... Perhaps FIVE more? Skull shakes his head and laughs, extending his arms sideways almost as if to welcome or challenge them. They were intentionally lead by the creature, and it begins to try to communicate things without words to everyone as the encounter unfolds. There is something that it wants, that it needs or knows...

Skull speaks strangely, in a strange language, defiantly as the odd small creature becomes more and more frantic trying to silently explain. After different attempts from the others the creature seemed to give up and simply began to wave Skull away. All of a sudden one has a realization... The strange candle that was dropped some time ago in the mausoleum! The purple hued candle now raised ready towards Skull’s face. Once the holder was in range, Skull began to speak -sort of- comprehensibly.

“NO LIGHT, FIGHT! NO LIGHT, FIGHT!” he shouts and hides his deep dark eyes away. Immediately there is a clear effect and the candle’s holder begins to chant numbers. Eventually Skull’s body relaxes a moment and his hands raise to remove the mask... Wait, what..? Time seems to stop completely, “NO!” he yells, Skull *poofs* away again.

Now the altitude is much higher, surely on a mountain, there are many stone structures resembling doorways surrounding a polished spherical stone in the middle of them. Once again, a look about, and an angry fit of rage... Once again, it must have been the wrong place! Skull begins to rummage through satchels and his bag but takes nothing out, furiously head shaking. Touching the middle most stone a bust of light erupts and a storm begins. Yelling can be heard from afar, it's a series of numbers approaching...

The hunting party quick to close in, Skull finally seems surrounded, truly trapped, unable to escape... He hums a strange tune until he is silenced and blocked off completely... Discretely he pulls a strange stone out then. All onlookers are weapons ready now, the candle holder quick to compel Skull with numbers and shine the candle’s light.

“ N-n.... Nem...” with trouble Skull tries to break away from them suddenly and calls out, “NEMEL”!
A large skeletal undead appears from thin air and begins to attack all but Skull, who attempts to take flight, but then a slash.. He stumbles but tumbles and rises to run again but then... Slash, slash... Everything goes black for Skull after that...

Walking out of a cave squinting heavily, one hand rubbing across the side of his chest, the other blocks rays of light as if he hadn't seen any in some time... There stands a -regular for lack of better words- ‘Numbers’ again, with long, brown, thick tangled hair and deep furrows wearing a heavy frown. His face is there but it’s far from bare and full of pock marks and creases now... Where has the laughing, cackling, skull masked mad man gone..? Was it a dream? Was he ever even really there at all?

A group of people surround a pillar outside there, commenting and pointing at a story on its faces... Some friends and strangers turn and notice Numbers soon after, some greet him and immediately one asks, “Ah so you were the one who they ad to rip that mask off then?”

In complete disbelief and obvious confusion Numbers shakes his head, then looks around at the pillar and the rest of the crowd,

“The DATES... These injuries, these items, this TALE...
It's all TRUE then..
But the POWER is.. It was all...
But HOW..?”

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