Day 5 _____________________
He approaches the Juggernaut of a contact, bald except for pale mohawk. Optical lenses flare in unabashed scarlet. "Tessarecting hypercubes with waveforms again. ***** Shrugs in response. "Did I leave a message for myself with you?" A nano-material hyperpixel fairy buzzes around the juggernaut, a two-way link to his primary contact. Slow and calculated in his movements, as if to suggest extra time allotted before action, he puffs a onyx pipe filled with a substance laced with nanoamethyst and looks up then says "You said you need be present at the meeting with Agent 8**" behind the veil of violet flame crackle, crystal snapping. "there's great importance in recognizing that everything is interconnected and that we can't know what all the patterns mean - that it is a brash thing to do to change those patterns but sometimes necessary. The idea that the past is as changeable as the future." his contact whispers in timespeak about not being able to distinguish between consensus reality and things from her fiction. the heroes in her works are usually trying to restore the harmony in some way. "Creation was a co-creative song with .God, and when light decided it deserved a bigger voice than darkness in that song, it threw the song out of tune and as a result sent the universe into chaos." continues the Juggernaut Frater. "I really find there is something inherently life-like in sound, a driving to the momentum, as though it knows of it's existence in way we don't, a consciousness too fine for our linear perceptions to pick up." responds Ikipr "Isn't Kali supposed to use music in part to end the world too?" replies the Juggernaut behind another cloud of violet smoke.
Elsewhere in time a digital replicant of agent 257 walks towards a lupine of a different tribe to exchange secret information spoken in post-time signal language. Silent growls at the forces amassing from these revolutionary taoist. One does not leave the forest alive, the other carries an amber-blue vial of primamateria away from the scene.
Somewhere else in the corridors of time, Agent Brantley and Ikipr battle a droid hellbent on survival and programmed with mass karmic paranoia. It is a sparring session, but not to the droid. Even then OSK was skrying the timelines and infecting Brantley for their purposes.
Dr. Unruh's sitting quietly in his manor, contemplating timeline scenarios and carefully tweaking knobs on a large 29 dial box. Black Hole thoughtform direction. Targeting of Class 5 OSD Radiation. It resounds an inaudible negative frequency against his marble floor as he fine tunes it. A Perfumed spider spins on a silken thread in the corner of a stained glass window with the low rumble.
1998, Dr. C. passes through the corona of a solar eclipse, in the process assuming the role of Yellow King . The zen werewolf is transmitting backwards, narrowly avoiding the Order of Black-Phi in the centerpoint of his temporal data. Tuning knobs at the Manor in the secluded woods begin tweaking themselves.