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Harpocrates remains mute, a stillness to the agony of his wounds, unable to utter the word to bring his Arcane silence. The Order of the Ma'atian assassins have effectively sealed his Aeon's time, even if life still lingers. | Harpocrates remains mute, a stillness to the agony of his wounds, unable to utter the word to bring his Arcane silence. The Order of the Ma'atian assassins have effectively sealed his Aeon's time, even if life still lingers. | ||
Hathor extends a long, thin index finger, leathery soft, pale skin - points at Ikipr - vortices of her inner-energetic mechanics fire off in bright golden hued rotating geometric prisms contrast against the deep black backdrop from which she emerges. She is visibly upset by the current state of affairs, and when Hathor trembles in rage and sorrow, the entire sky feels her restless shaking. Ikipr takes a deep breath and proceeds to explain the scenario to her humble, pale-white expression. Hathor wraith slowly fades, her radiant cold hues melt the despair enveloping her. A sisterly embrace broadcast from her eyes. Ikipr frowns in sorrow, turning to walk away with Hathor's kind support. He hears the tone of silence resounding from inverse planes as a chilling embrace. | Hathor extends a long, thin index finger, leathery soft, pale skin - points at Ikipr - vortices of her inner-energetic mechanics fire off in bright golden hued rotating geometric prisms contrast against the deep black backdrop from which she emerges. She is visibly upset by the current state of affairs, and [[when Hathor trembles in rage and sorrow, the entire sky feels her restless shaking]]. Ikipr takes a deep breath and proceeds to explain the scenario to her humble, pale-white expression. Hathor wraith slowly fades, her radiant cold hues melt the despair enveloping her. A sisterly embrace broadcast from her eyes. Ikipr frowns in sorrow, turning to walk away with Hathor's kind support. He hears the tone of silence resounding from inverse planes as a chilling embrace. | ||
"In the end the void is all we have, if one of us must bare it's burden it is only fitting it be I, I am able to bare the stretching of inertia across infinite chasms of prima materia." 9cubed in a dingy crashpad communes with a rather real ghost-replicant of 257. Somewhere, it resounds in the hollow violet flame datacore of the original unit, impacting it's etheric structure across the void with it's modulations. [[It paints a flutter of calligraphy bird's wings]] against the wind in her inner night sky. Stark contrast in faded hues. | "In the end the void is all we have, if one of us must bare it's burden it is only fitting it be I, I am able to bare the stretching of inertia across infinite chasms of prima materia." 9cubed in a dingy crashpad communes with a rather real ghost-replicant of 257. Somewhere, it resounds in the hollow violet flame datacore of the original unit, impacting it's etheric structure across the void with it's modulations. [[It paints a flutter of calligraphy bird's wings]] against the wind in her inner night sky. Stark contrast in faded hues. | ||
[[Category: OSK Hyperwiki Adventure]] | |||
Ikipr seals the portal of the Shadow-Gilded Window by reinstalling a distilled version of the Saturnine program into the Malkuth Cube. Slowly the Silver Twilight Lodge emerges in it's place through temporal distortion. Here the worshippers of the Key of Tawil At-Umr dwell. The landscape's etheric vessage is guarded by a silvery-winged Cinderella program. "Long have we waited for he who bares the Lunar Key to return and set the digistral back to it's original schemata."
Dept. 47's Chief SysOp presses a button labeled "Play/Pause", as it pressed all the way down the pale blue flesh of his hand is illuminated in a burst of furious red, almost disguising it's azure pigment. A relay to Geburah Station#243 is activated, multiform pulse wave activates sleeping WarOrb clusters to release their genetically engineered, biostructed and cryopreserved heavy-armored agents.
Harpocrates remains mute, a stillness to the agony of his wounds, unable to utter the word to bring his Arcane silence. The Order of the Ma'atian assassins have effectively sealed his Aeon's time, even if life still lingers.
Hathor extends a long, thin index finger, leathery soft, pale skin - points at Ikipr - vortices of her inner-energetic mechanics fire off in bright golden hued rotating geometric prisms contrast against the deep black backdrop from which she emerges. She is visibly upset by the current state of affairs, and when Hathor trembles in rage and sorrow, the entire sky feels her restless shaking. Ikipr takes a deep breath and proceeds to explain the scenario to her humble, pale-white expression. Hathor wraith slowly fades, her radiant cold hues melt the despair enveloping her. A sisterly embrace broadcast from her eyes. Ikipr frowns in sorrow, turning to walk away with Hathor's kind support. He hears the tone of silence resounding from inverse planes as a chilling embrace.
"In the end the void is all we have, if one of us must bare it's burden it is only fitting it be I, I am able to bare the stretching of inertia across infinite chasms of prima materia." 9cubed in a dingy crashpad communes with a rather real ghost-replicant of 257. Somewhere, it resounds in the hollow violet flame datacore of the original unit, impacting it's etheric structure across the void with it's modulations. It paints a flutter of calligraphy bird's wings against the wind in her inner night sky. Stark contrast in faded hues.