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[deicider]

[shakes their head.]

I don't feel like going back.

So you all have a unique one? It made me curious; there is a Hive back home who all wear masks - well, visors. [they use their hand to indicate the shape of a visor on their face, in case Emet-Selch's not familiar with it.] The Utopians, actually.

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Then my lap is yours until you tire of it.

[He nods.]

I suppose one time I can show you mine. I did wear it at the masquerade ball though that seems so long ago.

And what was their function? These Utopians.

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You'd like them. They're A Hive of vokers. Most innovations come out of their Hive, but their big thing is terraforming Mars - that's a planet in Earth's solar system - so humans can live on it.

[Despite this endorsement, a shadow falls over their expression as they speak about the Utopians.]

No-one's really sure what the visor is for; there are all sorts of rumors about how it showed them another world, or a better version, stuff like that.

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... How does one go about making a planet liveable? Would you not have to suffuse it with aether?

[He pets their head.]

How curious. If you ever find out, do tell me. Ours are decoration, decorum, and an expression of self. No special abilities included.

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[closes their eyes, and shakes their head.]

I couldn't explain the process, but it's done with science and technology, and it takes a long time. They've been at it for awhile and it will still take another 200 years. What does suffusing a planet with aether do exactly...?

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I assume terraforming a star means it is not ready to accept life, so one must imbue it with such. Aether is a star's energy and what makes up a soul of each individual. I imagine it would be hard pressed to live on any star without it.

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Huh... either we don't have that or haven't discovered it yet. Terra forming is a chemical process. It changes the atmosphere into breathable air.

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But otherwise life can flourish?

I am curious because one of the shards is a void, bereft of true life. If you have a process that would bring life back, I would be most interested to hear it.

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[Cardinal sits up, thinking.]

I won't personally be very useful. I'm not an astrophysicist. [They scowl lightly not liking to give Cato credit for anything.] Cato could write you a how-to manual. Besides the terraforming, the Utopians have had a base on the moon for a while, and that's bare rock in the void.

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[He does start to pet and run his fingers through their hair.]

You were the politician. Yes, I remember.

How curious. I never thought to research such a topic here, but now it seems it is worth some investigation. Any details you might have would be useful, if you don't mind parting with them.

Though perhaps when you have more blood in your system.

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[Cardinal smiles at him wryly. They're clearly pleased.]

I can write out what I know, and see what the library has. [Thoughtful,] And you can find them in my dreams again, if you want. I've been listening to Cato babble about this stuff for thirty years, so maybe my subconscious absorbed more than I remember.

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I will take you up on that offer when imps aren't causing a ruckus. You are aware to be careful with them, yes?

[deicider]

[Raises an eyebrow at him, amused.]

They're aware to be careful of me. I'm not going to waste such a good opportunity for target practice, especially when they're handing out these effects like candy.

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Always the thrill seeker. Though I feel as if I should give you proper warning.

These are from Hell. Hell proper. With enough power and energy they can take chunks of your essence your being that allows you to be here. You will need something to fill the caps of that which was taken. I do believe this is how auditions received some of their corruptions but you'll have to forgive me. My memory of that place is hazy at best.

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Ugh... Thanks. That just makes me want to get rid of them even more. I've managed to get this far without any corruptions and I intend to finish like that.

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I had wondered if my words would simply entice you more, but I would rather you had the benefit of knowledge.

They seem less impactful here, but I do wonder if they are simply waiting to gather in larger numbers.

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I'll be fine; I always am.

Then it will be interesting to see if we can pull together enough to deal with it.

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Now what have I created?

But I will not deter you from your challenge. The least they can do is provide us entertainment. And you can kill the whole lot of them for all I care.

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I finally got a rifle; I intend to make sure my marksmanship hasn't suffered from misuse.

You must really have it in for Noah, to want to dump a full sack on them.

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I don't believe in their current state they have the ability to cause enough damage to need a cure quite as drastic as stitching of one's soul back together.

But I am curious. And can hope!

We do have our agreement, but spite does shine through on both sides from time to time. My work is the source of his pain and suffering. He and his allies successfully constructed my demise. It would be odd to not have hurt feelings.

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I'd take having my worst enemy here over no-one. [sighs!]

Is he going to try and stop you again...?

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Are you homesick? I am a little surprised considering you wanted to leave and discover new places.

No. We have an agreement. And truthfully, neither of us enjoy the bloodshed, and we might have found a path where we both might get what we want. That is, if multiple timelines are truly existant.

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[Turns abruptly to stare at him, startled.]

How did you know that?

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You told me. The part about leaving to new worlds.

The homesick is a well educated guess.

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[Abstracted for moment, reviewing things in their head. They're clearly puzzled, and they look up at Emet-Selch with worry furrowing their brow.]

No, I didn't. I don't remember saying that at all. When did I tell you that?