erkumods | AUGUR: IC CONTACT

[The voice echoes around him. As if speakers are everywhere amplifying the sound.]

Demands. Demands.
So you command.
I am the AUGUR.
Am I not introduced?
All who speak, speak through me.
Time is as time does.
Flowing in, flowing out,
unmaking and rebirthing,
so shall it all begin again.
How may time measure our salvation?
Only the Signs know.

[ he's quiet for a while, attempting to parse its dialogues. ]

It ... so it doesn't stop when you're here? To clarify: time goes on?

Tell me about this beginning. What brought the end? What signs do you read?

Has time ever stopped?
Has time ever began?
Your time is all time is no time at all.
All things are known and unknown in Time.
All Time exists and ceases within itself.
All things end so new may begin.
Thus time flows into itself.
Signs are all around us.
Signs exist as they were made.
So they manifest and so I read them.

But why this place? Why here? What do we have to look forward to in the end?

I am not made to remain here, outside of where I should be. I need to return to my Captain. Not working towards the restoration of a world, to whichever end your salvation leads to.

[ this is ridiculous. knowing that time moves on and he probably has no way to return, how can he stay here? ]

Where do we belong?
Do you not belong where you exist?
The Signs did manifest and so I read them.
Thus do you exist as the Signs designed.
Opportunities, possibilities.
The future is shaped by choices.
Will your choices bring new possibilities?
Only the Signs may know.

You're not getting it. I belong to my Captain and I care very little as to what goes on with your future and what new possibilities will come out of it!

I don't belong to you, I never have!

If you do not belong, can you exist?
To exist is to belong where you are.
Duty, honor, ambition rise,
And so do the Signs design.
Oh Captain, my Captain,
Wherefore art thou Captain?
May the Captain exist in thee,
Or shall the Captain exist in me?
Would Captain rather you not exist?
Or would Captain rather you persist?

Do not mock me. I know where I stand with my Captain and that relationship is not for you to divine. The lines between us are absolute!

You taint this world with such selfish desires to do only what your signs tell you to do. [ angelo, angry, thinking about how to destroy this hospital later on because Muh Captain. ] You are not beholden to time, you are beholden to those who have been trapped here to help you with your pathetic gifts!

Rage, rage, against the dying.
But what is dying?
Are you dying?
Rage, rage, against salvation.
Who is selfish when salvation is at stake?
The one who saves or the one who rages?
Embrace yourself and embrace the light.
The Signs have designed.
All can be clear.
All can understand.
Look beyond your rage manifest.
Embrace and you, too, will know.

[Something shifts, something changes. The world around him is not what it once was. Something has been added. Should he look into his hand, Angelo will find a small pink pill. Staring at it he might even feel a light draw to the pill. As if a word is whispered softly into his ear. Embrace.]

[ he doesn't remember how it happened that he is even holding onto a pill. but that's what happens. something shifts and there is now a pink pill on the palm of his hand.

angelo isn't a human. not quite. but even as a newtype, none of his senses are keen enough to be working against a machine (a machine?) that barely talks in intelligible sentences. right now he's parsing them based on what makes sense, and the thing that does -- which shouldn't -- is the fact that he is drawn to this pill.

why? embrace what? this isn't the red comet. this isn't the ideals of neo zeon made into a convenient mask that's telling him this is everything, lieutenant. it does not speak to him as one would to a rose and being tended to with violence and a powerful will to become hope, which really is just another word for destruction. a red comet.

but he is drawn to it. it makes no sense.

angelo, entranced, stares at his palm and hears the word but doesn't quite hear it and asks -- ]

What is this? [ bitch this isn't Captain ]

Heart full of rage.
But can you know what you are raging?
Is rage worth loss of salvation?
Stagnation?
Embrace.
The Signs have manifest.
Waters run, snow falls.
Wind blows, moon calls.
When you are ready,
Embrace.
The chill of knowledge upon thee.

[The choice need not be made now. The pill will not disappear, though when he looks at it he will feel lured towards it. Enticed, though he does not know why.

Should he choose to take it, Angelo will find himself overcome with a sense of calm and ease. Thing will make more sense to him, his purpose more defined as a savior of this world. He will understand his role and take comfort it fulfilling it. So much comfort that he may even immediately seek someone to help him complete one of his Auspices.

The effect will last for twelve hours.]

[ impudent little robot, this does not solve his problems at all

that being said he will pocket this little gift, irritated. ]

One more thing.

Those monsters from the sea. Why have they come?

All things come.
All things go.
Life begets life begets death with no end.
All beings seek salvation.
Or do all beings seek an end?
Only the Signs may know.

[ angelo .... is not smart, and he's not the one who does the thinking half when it comes to operations. he's trying to parse things as best as he can, give him a minute or two. ]

.... so all of this restoration that we are doing, there is an 'opposite' to it?

Born in symmetry.
Equal and opposite.
As things begin, they end,
and begin again.
Embrace the beginnings.
Embrace the Signs of salvation.
To Embrace is to Know.

And this salvation you speak of, what does it entail?

To define salvation
is to define existence.
How does one define Living?
Too vast and too narrow,
manifesting to all as their own.
Cut to the heart of Being.
What does salvation entail?
It is as the Signs design.

[ none of that is reassuring to angelo. then again this entire conversation has been stressful and nothing of it he found completely reassuring about the future, a future, that he is mostly interested in. ]

That doesn't explain why all this effort is tied to sex. And lots of it. In a bingo card, none less.

I'll grant the damn card is some form of humour, and maybe I am being too generous at that, but why the sex?

As the Signs manifest,
So do I read them.
From the sky;
From the birds;
From the dance;
From the animals;
From portents.
All such things did conspire to bring you here,
To bring life back to the world of Erku.
Embrace the Signs.
Embrace Life.

[ there is nothing else to hear from it, so angelo clicks his tongue.

he turns sharply on his heel and walks away, annoyed, distressed. ]

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