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Columbary - Dorms
"So many questions~" The Fool put on a facade of mirth that otherwise might have been genuine before ansering them.
"It's very rare anyone wants to speak with me. Can I not indulge just this once?" She guilt tripped them slightly, none of the innocent like many of the other Augurs in avoiding La'gran unless absolutely necessary. She was likewise non-obtrusive and dainty, never going out of her way to corner any of the other augurs; Living in a much smaller world than even they did in the columbary.
But they also knew that she literally couldn't be bothered by it. She was impossible to offend or impress with any reaction being a fabrication she put on that some logic trail told her was appropriate. Even the older Golems that had succumbed in their lack of feeling into a sense of melancholy didn't contextualize like a programed machine making even them more human than La'gran The Fool.
Golems could also be stopped by a command. If La'gran had chosen to be unethical and drop whatever pretense or charade she put on as just another party of the psychic family then she would very well be a walking weapon of mass destruction if the researchers from BTS attached to the OIA didn't catch it.
That very visage was easy to conjure up as she looked side-eyed without moving her head at all to look at Judgement at something he said.
"Hierophant?" She asked, immediately picking up on the title as well as the subtle way he said it giving no indication that she knew or not that if none of them else did that Judgement always called Scathatch Kay by her surname like she preferred. It lasted only a moment, however. As moon, a much more interesting subject drew the first generations attention as The fool stepped aside and allowed them to pass into the hall, following up on a faintly familiar poem moon had quoted.
"Peace be still; Let tranquility weave its gentle veil, As whispers of serenity softly do~" The words were soft and rehearsed as if read lazily off a script or from a book for the hundredth time as if it had become the start of a chore.
"As for other matters I simply wanted to see how you all were fairing after the recent incident." She intoned buisness-like. Unclear as to if the mentalist was probing for any of them like Moon or Hermit who had eluded her temporary brainwashing though clearly did not intend to pry.
Columbary - Play Room
The play room was empty as it was most of the time save for on the way the cautious looks and psychic probes some gave not only themselves but every other nearby psychic as they passed in the currently paranoid environment right up until they entered Kays sphere of influence as they entered the play room and like a window closing behind them blocking the wind the atmosphere in the facility with all the built up tension had been buffeted away like a breath none of them knew they had been holding.
She was not alone, either.
Xander. Most of them could recall the other Augurs name was also with her, his emotions unlike those now blocked a bit easier to read the tension and easing suspicion that was lingering on him as their group joined the two. Kay pretended not to notice them like usual, looking in the wrong direction purposefully as if she could not, in a sense, see better than all of them combined and at least a metric or more greater than judgement could at current.
"Yoo-Hoo~" She chimed at them, pulling Xander uncomfortably into a side hug as if they could miss him being one of the only other people in the stadium-sized room. With the exception of La'gran, the other older psychic. These were widely recognized within the columbary as Kays people. Be it her team, her unspoken property, her students, and many other descriptors they were the hopefuls and unfortunately that the second strongest of the big three had orbiting her sphere of influence to the point she had imprinted them onto her away-team on the outside.
They were not strangers to Xander overmuch, or him to them. But neither were they overly familiar with him or vice versa by either circumstance or otherwise.
Introductions were made, of course by Kay.
Hermit. The qaedeshi born but not appearing girl and the youngest of the group.
Judgement. The blind precog much like Kay was who seemed to pine after the older psychic in some way.
Magician, one of the unaligned Augurs who seemed to branch a bit into several schools of hyergeometry without a specialization.
Moon, the braincase biokinetic fond of body manipulation.
Tower, the equally daft failed First-gen psychic.
And La'gran. The 1st-generation mentalist Xander knew not to let touch him.
"You guys know. Xandy." Kay mused, squeezing the newcomers shoulders as she looked off into nothing in thought. "Black already did the paperwork when I told her you guys wanted him along. She even picked a name just like the rest of you have. When we're outside you can call Xander the 'Emperor'~"
She said it with such fanfare as if she expected conferring to burst out of nowhere and awes all around.
Likely watching through the wall and ceiling cameras as soon as they were all together the vault-like door of the Columbary at the other end of the play room unbolted and four figures strode in.
Black was there. The other half of the Autitor team alongside Mr.Blue that they had not seen since his mental lapse in the Molopaur. Despite seeing her not too long ago the woman in her pansuit and ballistic vest felt different. But in a way none of them could pick up on the surface, but as if they psychic signature that defined her that all living being had as a combination of the electrical signals in their body and the signals in their brain they knew as emotions had somehow been altered almost like adding a small amount of red-dye to a clear liquid and noticing the negligible but still noticeable color change to it.
And yet It was a new, unidentifiable change. The signals she put off were the same if a bit strained likely from stress but she seemed all the world like a strange one-off outlier for something none of them could really place.
The second and third shapes were Golem. Two new, in the sense that they were not the two that had guarded the columbary before, Assault Golems by their shape. They were not crammed into suits with tears and bulges under them like the last two had a pretense for. But wore rain-weather ponchos underneath which the psychic-signature of many metals and polymers made up various submachineguns, pistols, knives, some kind of axe, and various other instruments of clearly military persuasion.
The new gatekeepers of the columbary were no longer hall monitors it seemed. Full realized Military Gol were rare in babel being mostly exhausted in the last war, but not overtly uncommon with the re-integration of the other colony-ships survivors and a rumored unethical golem-creation project that had turned their only colony ships dozen or so into a refurbishment effort to re-activate previously dormant Golems that they could otherwise only keep as frozen braincases waiting for a shell.
They wore their war-masks as well. Sharp and angular blocks of metal that hid faux human faces of synthetic skin and titanium teeth.
Thew two warmachines stalked to either side of the doors, looked around, and stood stiffly without reacting further.
The final individual was startlingly the most interesting of all even more than the two Golems or Blacks unknown changes.
He simply did not exist. They could see him; Wearing a BAMF naval uniform with white beret and harness and of Volgan slavic features with nearly shaved head and jaw proportions that made the sailor look like he chewed through starship bulkheads on his spare time. But unlike every other person the psychics had ever met save for the lady Tiamat the man might as well have psychically not existed in the lack of everything from not having emotions to read, all the way to not even being able to see the electrical signals coursing through his body. Unlike the lady Tiamat who ran the OIA that technically owned them all, however, the phenomena on the sailor did not seem genuine and instead seemed a manufactured one somehow.
There were other oddities about him too. The man carried a sidearm on his belt. But on the other side had some kind of well-worn harness holster attached to his thigh from which a sinister knife that somehow reeked of bloodlust was strapped.
It didn't take long to identify what he was. A member of BAMFs Special Projects group, specifically the team belonging to the combatting, containment, or destruction of Hypergeometry; Witchtrip. The special military sailor team reformed after the old SPG had fallen to a man in the last war whose team specialized in not only the hypotheticall killing or capture of beings much like themselves but also local phenomena on their planet such as the Molopaur some of them had been inside of.
They were not even within the same leagues of mental genius as any of the Augurs. Had no psychic talent like them either. Just overly-trained soldiers who if the Augurs were a delicate capable scalpel to a problem than Witchtrip was an OSTs breaching axe more liable to shoot the problem first, strap it with explosives, and then destroy it utterly. This was not to say they were dull or inefficient, either. Like with all of the SPG groups Witchtrip specialized in something near fanatically to the point that they were experts in the field bar none.
If they shot and blew it up. It was because they, as professionals, deemed it the only way. They, more than anything else, were the boogeymen of the Columbary and the dull but consterned look on the Volgan mans face was anything but reassuring as he stood at a semblance of parade-rest behind Ms.Black, His eyes passing over each of them and finding them less than worth lingering on.
And none of them wanted to know what it would take for him to look at them as anything other than not being worth his time...
"Good Evening, everyone." Black, acting professional though still familiar as always greeted them, none of the forced seriousness of before in her tone even as It softened. Looking them all over much more preferably than the sailor Black saw them all still as people even if just only. Making it obvious that they had, indeed, been listening over their conversation she continued.
"We can brief on the way after we get you all dressed and prepared. But before then I have been instructed to inform you all that the higher-ups have approved a form of semi-vigil for Subject 0013349-E; Enkidu will be performed tomorrow night in the columbary. Kay, I have a packet here with all the details for you that you'll need for it." Black said, as she gestured to one of the Golems who pulled a laminated sheet from his poncho and strode past the Auditor and to Kay who, for the first time looked entirely dumbfounded as she let out a "wait, what?" and took the brain-written sheet looking confused.
"Being the senior here it falls to you to organize." Black continued, unabated. "The Fool will be sufficient for this operation and," Black paused, showing clear concern and reading the psychic clearly all wrong considering she could not read emotions, "You deserve a break, Kay."
"If there is nothing else the Eight of you will come with Trooper Katherine and I to the armory and locker rooms. If you need anything say so now, children."
"So many questions~" The Fool put on a facade of mirth that otherwise might have been genuine before ansering them.
"It's very rare anyone wants to speak with me. Can I not indulge just this once?" She guilt tripped them slightly, none of the innocent like many of the other Augurs in avoiding La'gran unless absolutely necessary. She was likewise non-obtrusive and dainty, never going out of her way to corner any of the other augurs; Living in a much smaller world than even they did in the columbary.
But they also knew that she literally couldn't be bothered by it. She was impossible to offend or impress with any reaction being a fabrication she put on that some logic trail told her was appropriate. Even the older Golems that had succumbed in their lack of feeling into a sense of melancholy didn't contextualize like a programed machine making even them more human than La'gran The Fool.
Golems could also be stopped by a command. If La'gran had chosen to be unethical and drop whatever pretense or charade she put on as just another party of the psychic family then she would very well be a walking weapon of mass destruction if the researchers from BTS attached to the OIA didn't catch it.
That very visage was easy to conjure up as she looked side-eyed without moving her head at all to look at Judgement at something he said.
"Hierophant?" She asked, immediately picking up on the title as well as the subtle way he said it giving no indication that she knew or not that if none of them else did that Judgement always called Scathatch Kay by her surname like she preferred. It lasted only a moment, however. As moon, a much more interesting subject drew the first generations attention as The fool stepped aside and allowed them to pass into the hall, following up on a faintly familiar poem moon had quoted.
"Peace be still; Let tranquility weave its gentle veil, As whispers of serenity softly do~" The words were soft and rehearsed as if read lazily off a script or from a book for the hundredth time as if it had become the start of a chore.
"As for other matters I simply wanted to see how you all were fairing after the recent incident." She intoned buisness-like. Unclear as to if the mentalist was probing for any of them like Moon or Hermit who had eluded her temporary brainwashing though clearly did not intend to pry.
Columbary - Play Room
The play room was empty as it was most of the time save for on the way the cautious looks and psychic probes some gave not only themselves but every other nearby psychic as they passed in the currently paranoid environment right up until they entered Kays sphere of influence as they entered the play room and like a window closing behind them blocking the wind the atmosphere in the facility with all the built up tension had been buffeted away like a breath none of them knew they had been holding.
She was not alone, either.
Xander. Most of them could recall the other Augurs name was also with her, his emotions unlike those now blocked a bit easier to read the tension and easing suspicion that was lingering on him as their group joined the two. Kay pretended not to notice them like usual, looking in the wrong direction purposefully as if she could not, in a sense, see better than all of them combined and at least a metric or more greater than judgement could at current.
"Yoo-Hoo~" She chimed at them, pulling Xander uncomfortably into a side hug as if they could miss him being one of the only other people in the stadium-sized room. With the exception of La'gran, the other older psychic. These were widely recognized within the columbary as Kays people. Be it her team, her unspoken property, her students, and many other descriptors they were the hopefuls and unfortunately that the second strongest of the big three had orbiting her sphere of influence to the point she had imprinted them onto her away-team on the outside.
They were not strangers to Xander overmuch, or him to them. But neither were they overly familiar with him or vice versa by either circumstance or otherwise.
Introductions were made, of course by Kay.
Hermit. The qaedeshi born but not appearing girl and the youngest of the group.
Judgement. The blind precog much like Kay was who seemed to pine after the older psychic in some way.
Magician, one of the unaligned Augurs who seemed to branch a bit into several schools of hyergeometry without a specialization.
Moon, the braincase biokinetic fond of body manipulation.
Tower, the equally daft failed First-gen psychic.
And La'gran. The 1st-generation mentalist Xander knew not to let touch him.
"You guys know. Xandy." Kay mused, squeezing the newcomers shoulders as she looked off into nothing in thought. "Black already did the paperwork when I told her you guys wanted him along. She even picked a name just like the rest of you have. When we're outside you can call Xander the 'Emperor'~"
She said it with such fanfare as if she expected conferring to burst out of nowhere and awes all around.
Likely watching through the wall and ceiling cameras as soon as they were all together the vault-like door of the Columbary at the other end of the play room unbolted and four figures strode in.
Black was there. The other half of the Autitor team alongside Mr.Blue that they had not seen since his mental lapse in the Molopaur. Despite seeing her not too long ago the woman in her pansuit and ballistic vest felt different. But in a way none of them could pick up on the surface, but as if they psychic signature that defined her that all living being had as a combination of the electrical signals in their body and the signals in their brain they knew as emotions had somehow been altered almost like adding a small amount of red-dye to a clear liquid and noticing the negligible but still noticeable color change to it.
And yet It was a new, unidentifiable change. The signals she put off were the same if a bit strained likely from stress but she seemed all the world like a strange one-off outlier for something none of them could really place.
The second and third shapes were Golem. Two new, in the sense that they were not the two that had guarded the columbary before, Assault Golems by their shape. They were not crammed into suits with tears and bulges under them like the last two had a pretense for. But wore rain-weather ponchos underneath which the psychic-signature of many metals and polymers made up various submachineguns, pistols, knives, some kind of axe, and various other instruments of clearly military persuasion.
The new gatekeepers of the columbary were no longer hall monitors it seemed. Full realized Military Gol were rare in babel being mostly exhausted in the last war, but not overtly uncommon with the re-integration of the other colony-ships survivors and a rumored unethical golem-creation project that had turned their only colony ships dozen or so into a refurbishment effort to re-activate previously dormant Golems that they could otherwise only keep as frozen braincases waiting for a shell.
They wore their war-masks as well. Sharp and angular blocks of metal that hid faux human faces of synthetic skin and titanium teeth.
Thew two warmachines stalked to either side of the doors, looked around, and stood stiffly without reacting further.
The final individual was startlingly the most interesting of all even more than the two Golems or Blacks unknown changes.
He simply did not exist. They could see him; Wearing a BAMF naval uniform with white beret and harness and of Volgan slavic features with nearly shaved head and jaw proportions that made the sailor look like he chewed through starship bulkheads on his spare time. But unlike every other person the psychics had ever met save for the lady Tiamat the man might as well have psychically not existed in the lack of everything from not having emotions to read, all the way to not even being able to see the electrical signals coursing through his body. Unlike the lady Tiamat who ran the OIA that technically owned them all, however, the phenomena on the sailor did not seem genuine and instead seemed a manufactured one somehow.
There were other oddities about him too. The man carried a sidearm on his belt. But on the other side had some kind of well-worn harness holster attached to his thigh from which a sinister knife that somehow reeked of bloodlust was strapped.
It didn't take long to identify what he was. A member of BAMFs Special Projects group, specifically the team belonging to the combatting, containment, or destruction of Hypergeometry; Witchtrip. The special military sailor team reformed after the old SPG had fallen to a man in the last war whose team specialized in not only the hypotheticall killing or capture of beings much like themselves but also local phenomena on their planet such as the Molopaur some of them had been inside of.
They were not even within the same leagues of mental genius as any of the Augurs. Had no psychic talent like them either. Just overly-trained soldiers who if the Augurs were a delicate capable scalpel to a problem than Witchtrip was an OSTs breaching axe more liable to shoot the problem first, strap it with explosives, and then destroy it utterly. This was not to say they were dull or inefficient, either. Like with all of the SPG groups Witchtrip specialized in something near fanatically to the point that they were experts in the field bar none.
If they shot and blew it up. It was because they, as professionals, deemed it the only way. They, more than anything else, were the boogeymen of the Columbary and the dull but consterned look on the Volgan mans face was anything but reassuring as he stood at a semblance of parade-rest behind Ms.Black, His eyes passing over each of them and finding them less than worth lingering on.
And none of them wanted to know what it would take for him to look at them as anything other than not being worth his time...
"Good Evening, everyone." Black, acting professional though still familiar as always greeted them, none of the forced seriousness of before in her tone even as It softened. Looking them all over much more preferably than the sailor Black saw them all still as people even if just only. Making it obvious that they had, indeed, been listening over their conversation she continued.
"We can brief on the way after we get you all dressed and prepared. But before then I have been instructed to inform you all that the higher-ups have approved a form of semi-vigil for Subject 0013349-E; Enkidu will be performed tomorrow night in the columbary. Kay, I have a packet here with all the details for you that you'll need for it." Black said, as she gestured to one of the Golems who pulled a laminated sheet from his poncho and strode past the Auditor and to Kay who, for the first time looked entirely dumbfounded as she let out a "wait, what?" and took the brain-written sheet looking confused.
"Being the senior here it falls to you to organize." Black continued, unabated. "The Fool will be sufficient for this operation and," Black paused, showing clear concern and reading the psychic clearly all wrong considering she could not read emotions, "You deserve a break, Kay."
"If there is nothing else the Eight of you will come with Trooper Katherine and I to the armory and locker rooms. If you need anything say so now, children."
