06-22-2017, 11:03 PM
The Sage sat, deep in thought as he digested the meal the girl had been kind enough to cobble together from their rations. To his left, the little ghost was tearing into the portions that Wover had set aside for Gildarts and his allies. The Mage was not as willing to see past their immediate situation, it seemed. And what of himself and the insect? Just moments ago he had traded blows with the man he now listened to. For now, the scanners were quiet. There was no sign of the newest items, but before the end of this event, one or both of them would have to be dead. But if what Wover had said was accurate, then that was the least of their concerns.
The Sage found himself wishing for a pipe, something to help him think clearly as he weighed what to do with the information he had just been given. The supposedly most dangerous and powerful prime in the Omniverse was simply sitting down there waiting for the whim to strike him? Tearen’s ordeal was a very disturbing story to say the least, but he had to wonder if the former God-mind was making the correct move by using Jak’s publicity to spread his message. The Sage wondered how widespread the outburst Tearen had spouted before the event had been transmitted. Far enough to reach the ears of those it shouldn’t. Indeed, though he doubted that Karl would allow this conversation to be broadcast unedited to the Dataverse, there was little doubt that his story would be found by those that cared enough to look.
“SO.” He said at last, breaking the lull in the conversation, “At best, you have made yourself and those close to you…” he glanced at the other primes who were sitting at the fire, and seemed to lose his line of thought, “er… prime targets to Diablo’s agents.” And at worst, Diablo won’t do a thing to stop you because he doesn’t even care. He thought, not particularly worried if the God-mind was listening to his thoughts.
“What is your plan, beyond simply shouting into the void? Do you have one?” He glanced at the buzzing syntech drone which hovered ‘unobtrusively’ nearby, “You may wish to explain using more…” Let’s just say discreet methods? He thought, making a sort of clandestine gesture towards the Enigma.
The Sage found himself wishing for a pipe, something to help him think clearly as he weighed what to do with the information he had just been given. The supposedly most dangerous and powerful prime in the Omniverse was simply sitting down there waiting for the whim to strike him? Tearen’s ordeal was a very disturbing story to say the least, but he had to wonder if the former God-mind was making the correct move by using Jak’s publicity to spread his message. The Sage wondered how widespread the outburst Tearen had spouted before the event had been transmitted. Far enough to reach the ears of those it shouldn’t. Indeed, though he doubted that Karl would allow this conversation to be broadcast unedited to the Dataverse, there was little doubt that his story would be found by those that cared enough to look.
“SO.” He said at last, breaking the lull in the conversation, “At best, you have made yourself and those close to you…” he glanced at the other primes who were sitting at the fire, and seemed to lose his line of thought, “er… prime targets to Diablo’s agents.” And at worst, Diablo won’t do a thing to stop you because he doesn’t even care. He thought, not particularly worried if the God-mind was listening to his thoughts.
“What is your plan, beyond simply shouting into the void? Do you have one?” He glanced at the buzzing syntech drone which hovered ‘unobtrusively’ nearby, “You may wish to explain using more…” Let’s just say discreet methods? He thought, making a sort of clandestine gesture towards the Enigma.
Quote:No movement. The Sage continues to be boring in the Safehouse. #sorrynotsorryJak
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