04-03-2016, 12:58 PM
The God-Mind turned from its work as it felt Connor Hound approaching. The human Prime had a very distinctive thought pattern, devoid of the sort of pomp and conceit. It was far different from he sort of thoughts many other Primes, even the supposed 'heroes', held within them. Many of Omni's chosen had a sort of entitled attitude, an opinion that they were of great importance. It was only exacerbated by their newfound status, and it was an ideal that even the God-Mind had to keep in check.
Connor's question was intriguing.
Yes, Mr. Hound. I am capable of such rites. I have not subjected your attire to any such activity, however. In regards to your assistance, there is nothing presently that I need you for, but if you know anyone who might want to help us, I'd be grateful if you reached out to them.
Connor nodded and went on his way, leaving the God-Mind to wonder why the man had been asking about spatial manipulation, specifically regarding his coat. Perhaps he had unwittingly manifested some similar effect relating to it. There was something more immediately concerning to Nealaphh, however. In its response to Connor, the Enigma had used a contraction of words in its speech. Such grammatical contrivances were the tool of a lazy, impatient mind, and the fact that it had used one served to once again remind the shadow of awakening humanity within itself. With the attack on Volvagia looming, however, there was precious little time to address the problem. The God-Mind could only hope that the mental contamination would not metastasize.
Nealaphh was pulled from its ruminations once more as a cloaked figure rounded the corner of a nearby, charred outcropping of igneous stone. It was Harry Dresden, the wizard Nealaphh had fought alongside several weeks prior. The man's mind remained stalwartly shut to the Enigma, but this did not particularly concern it.
Harry Dresden, a pleasure that we once again cross paths. Have you come to assist in our endeavor?
Connor's question was intriguing.
Yes, Mr. Hound. I am capable of such rites. I have not subjected your attire to any such activity, however. In regards to your assistance, there is nothing presently that I need you for, but if you know anyone who might want to help us, I'd be grateful if you reached out to them.
Connor nodded and went on his way, leaving the God-Mind to wonder why the man had been asking about spatial manipulation, specifically regarding his coat. Perhaps he had unwittingly manifested some similar effect relating to it. There was something more immediately concerning to Nealaphh, however. In its response to Connor, the Enigma had used a contraction of words in its speech. Such grammatical contrivances were the tool of a lazy, impatient mind, and the fact that it had used one served to once again remind the shadow of awakening humanity within itself. With the attack on Volvagia looming, however, there was precious little time to address the problem. The God-Mind could only hope that the mental contamination would not metastasize.
Nealaphh was pulled from its ruminations once more as a cloaked figure rounded the corner of a nearby, charred outcropping of igneous stone. It was Harry Dresden, the wizard Nealaphh had fought alongside several weeks prior. The man's mind remained stalwartly shut to the Enigma, but this did not particularly concern it.
Harry Dresden, a pleasure that we once again cross paths. Have you come to assist in our endeavor?
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued