Expected Guest

[Kauket]

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A light hum ensued, curious by her decision to face her fears. It was most certainly unexpected.


"These imprints can mean a lot of things. Some call it destiny. Some consider it a call to action, some may even see it as a signal for change. "

Inhaling and releasing out a sigh, pondering for a moment more as the reality of it sank in. It was more notable that with the revelation of these alien sites from the varying conflicts, that more and more individuals were going to be affected by psychometry - the infectious touch that transfers energy to the mind. That there are going to be more and more individuals to deal with. Still, she was curious of White's case in particular. It felt oddly specific in her point of view. And familiar.

"Or perhaps something out there really cares for you. Or... Alternatively, you found something you shouldn't have, and now you bonded with said thing. But... these imprints, it tends to be associated with your inner most desire, what your spirit itself may seek... Now, I am not entirely a spiritual person, I am unlike anyone else aboard this facility, but..."

Leaning forward, she placed her arms against the table surface, leaning upon it.

"I think it might be worth for you to investigate this calling. No, I don't think its a trap, and this place - the Shrine, it abhors violence. Never heard of anyone getting ambushed here, it's a place of peace... But this calling, I think it's a... vague gesture - rather than an invitation - to notion you to look. To stop and listen. Introspect.

- ... As a side note, I wouldn't go telling the Order about this calling - about the Shrine - about what you have overheard with me and Harbinger... or any other major group for that matter. They are incredibly ignorant and will likely prescribe you a bullet to your cranium... Humanity fears the unknown, afterall. "

For a moment, she paused, clicking off the lower half of her mask as air briefly released, going to sip from her own flask again.

"Feel free to take one of the Yam cakes if you'd desire. I had the misfortune of hearing a certain little menace calling it the Yam Kavash. "

Slowly she glanced over to the little drone, shaking her head slowly with a visible frown in disapproval, as the little synthetic creature perked up to glance over - chittering away in devious humor.

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