The Search for Malaclypse

[Malaclypse 666]

The room went silent for a moment at the robed figures's perceived impudence. That silence was abruptly broken by an outburst of mirthful laughter.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, Malaclypse gestured towards the one known as "Cid".

"Pope Nasrudin, you should share that delightful parable about your namesake and his lost donkey with our 'guest' sometime. He might find it instructive!" Mal chuckled again as he turned to the mysterious figure.

"Good Sir Whosis, if you think I am seeking "followers" here, you are sorely mistaken. What I AM seeking are individuals with the potential to rise BEYOND the duality of follower/leader, or true/false, or possible/impossible.

"Balance is still necessary to that process, sir, so be assured that the Sacred Chao won't be on the menu of any future barbecues I might host. You can also give your Illuminati Primi a message for me. 'Grummet'."

Malaclypse rose and turned to his old roomie.

"Lev, please escort the TAZ Brethren to the Cave. I'll join you all as soon as I've had a chance to speak privately with Reggie and the Ambassador.

"Charlie. Cid. I know this is rather abrupt, but the Chapel leaves tomorrow. There are berths aboard if you want them. Breakfast at 10 in the aft Atrium."

Finally, the suite was empty except for the four seated individuals. Doctor and Mrs. Holliday, Reginald Waverly, and Malaclypse, past leader and Episkopos of the Temporary Autonomous Zoners.

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