#orphiste

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orphiste replied to your post:

It’s /my job/, Equius. That’s my role, that’s what it’s always been. Up until now I’ve always manipulated others’—when it suited the goal in question. I never thought I’d lose the will to keep from turning it on myself.

D --> You have no role D --> The game is over D --> Done

D --> The role you have is the one you choose D --> And if this is what you have chosen D --> Then I will not stand for it

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Privately: well, for a lot of things. For making you think about him again. For not being able to stop thinking about him. For not being strong enough to come to some sense of closure in my life. I woke up yesterday and realized I didn't know how old I was; I'd spent the previous 24 in the middle of the Void hoping that if I could empty my mind entirely, I could simply disappear. I want to disappear.

D --> Tell me that I amD --> Reading this incorrectly

D --> And that you are not purposely losing your own memories

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I'm sorry.

D --> For what

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Could I stay with you two for a few days? I need some time away.

D --> I am not opposedD --> But I must talk it over with Kanaya

[omnlsclent]

orphiste started following you

And what has you come a-calling to my humble doorstep?

Oh wait. 

I figured it out instantly.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Rose. You may call me Doctor Scratch. 

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A letter makes itself known to Equius.

How, exactly, would remain a mystery to all those unschooled in the whisperings of the Void, and even attunement itself came inevitably with an acceptance of its mysteries. All that can be said for sure is that wherever it is now is not where it had been moments before.

The envelope is elegant but hardly ostentatious. It contains no stamp, marking, or address, and aside from the heavy paper's texture has only one feature along its folded side: a wax seal adorned with an immediately familiar signet: the crest of Void.

Inside the envelope is a message of almost unimaginable simplicity, considering its author. Written in fine blue pen, without introduction or pomp, is the line:

Let's talk.

—RL

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Only Rose could leave a letter in your tent when you're camping in the Redwoods, without ever being told where you are, after months of the two of you not speaking to each other.

You assume it's going to be important, but then again, it's Rose. She's got a little bit of a flair for the dramatic.

It's been a while since you've partaken in any sort of mail communication, but perhaps online isn't an option for her at the moment. Some scrounging around in your sylladex yields a piece of paper normally reserved for blueprints, on which you write:

D --> Gladly D --> Regarding what

--EZ

It's an easy matter to send it through the Void, where you assume it'll reach the right person.

[chrxnomancer]

remember that time rose wrote me a poem

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D --> Her resemblance to Dave is uncannyD --> They are of the same brood, clearlyD --> Whatever the human equivalent of a brood is

D --> It is difficult to believe she rescued Pyrope, considering the state she is inD --> Such an e%penditure of energy must have beenD --> DrainingD --> Yet she's already speaking of planning an escape

D --> Since when does Rose have red eyes