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Magnificent! I shall break out the champagne at once!

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'Bout fuckin' time, you sporadic bastard...

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Aww, no more tranzizzled text?

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Total Members Voted: 9

[Vgray]

Jorn addresses the woman.

"Do you have anything here from when the boy lived? Preferably something he owned."

[Kestrel_6]

The moderator starts to feel the pain return again.

"Might I get a spot of that medical aid you were talking about? This pain is making it a spot hard to concentrate."

[King DZA]

TorZon The EverShifting

Arriving at the location revealed to it through the absorbed memories, TorZon spots a building that it immediately identifies as the headquarters of the ruling council.
There doesn't appear to be much activity on the premises at this time, though the Chosen One suspects this is largely due to the fact that humans seem to be primarily diurnal creatures.

Jorn Darkmane

"Um...gimme a second."

Not wasting a single moment, the woman goes off rummaging through the house. Several minutes later, she returns with what appears to be an old photograph in hand. "Will this work? It's something I stumbled upon while researching the history of the house. I'm pretty sure the person in the picture is the boy who was killed here..."

The Moderator(s)

"Very well," The voice answers after a brief silence. "but we expect you back as soon as you are in well enough condition to contact the other Chosen Ones."

Moments later, the room's thick steel door opens up, allowing a team of armed guards to pour in and surround the Moderator. The Chosen One is lifted to his feet by a pair of the guards, before being carefully escorted to one of the facility's lesser clinical departments.
The Moderator is sat down on a small bed, and after the passing of a few minutes, is greeted by a nurse carrying a metal tray. The tray holds a colorful assortment of medications, accompanied by a tall glass of water. "A doctor will be with you in just a moment. In the meantime, take these; they'll help to lessen any pain you may be experiencing, reduce any possible brain swelling or internal hemorrhaging, and boost your immune system to help fight off potential infections. If you need anything else, please let me know."

Estimated time passed: 15 minutes.

12:50 remain.

[Vgray]

"Perfect."

Jorn looks down at his ritual circle and sighs, and draws a binding circle somewhere else with the rest of his salt. He puts the picture in the center of the binding circle.

Jorn attempts to bind the spirit to the circle.

[Xantalos]

Explore the building while the humans are absent. Attempt to find any chambers where the leaders convene to communicate and reside there if possible.

[Kestrel_6]

Have to suspect they want a biopsy. After all, getting mental powers and that jazz would be very helpful.

Take a couple pills, but not all of them.

[King DZA]

Sorry about having you guys wait a week for such a small update; deep, tangled thoughts amongst the bustle of seasonal festivities have proven to be formidable distractions from my honorable GMing duties.

Jorn Darkmane

With a slight change of plans, Jorn walks back into the living room and finds a suitable place to create another ritual circle. Just as he begins preparation of the new circle, however, the antique photograph held by the woman is suddenly pulled from her grasp and flung violently across the room. Apparently the ghost does not wholly approve of its use in the warlock's ritual.
"Shit!" The woman exclaims, before running over to retrieve the photo. Sadly, the hostile haunt does not seem to approve of this particular action, either. As is made abundantly clear by the woman's terrified screams as she is lifted off her feet and ferociously pinned against the wall by a powerful, invisible force the instant she attempts to pick up the photograph.

TorZon The EverShifting

Finding its way in through a small grate in the back of the building, an inquisitive TorZon swiftly traverses through a number of dark, metal tunnels, passes through another grate, and ends up in a rather bizarre-looking room that, according to the memories, is used by humans mainly for sanitation and biowaste disposal purposes.

Having no such waste to dispose of, and little to no concern for hygiene, the Chosen One wastes no time on investigating the room, and instead flows out underneath the door to explore the building further...

The Moderator(s)

The nurse gives the Moderator a disapproving look as he cautiously takes only a small portion of the provided medication, making it unmistakably clear that he has absolutely no intention of consuming all of it.

"You want to get better, don't you?"

[Kestrel_6]

The nurse gives the Moderator a disapproving look as he cautiously takes only a small portion of the provided medication, making it unmistakably clear that he has absolutely no intention of consuming all of it.

"You want to get better, don't you?"

The Moderator is a bit taken aback by the upfront nature of this Nurse.

"W-well maybe it's poison or something to KO me. I mean trust the wrong person and BOOM!" he makes the hand gesture of an orb exploding "Your soul gets sent to the Blood War, 'cause the doctors poked your brain and then killed your ass." he says with a slight salesman impression.

The Moderator then looked off into space, with a sense of dread.

"And we wouldn't want that to happen, now would we? Because the Blood War is more than mere punishment for your average sinner or fuck-up. No... They save that perdition for people like me..." his voice trailed off.

He then turned to face the nurse once more.

"After all, the road to Hell is paved with good intentions."

Inside his mind, he was forcefully pulled. There he saw the crystalline form of Order, with Courage, Willpower and Survival all off to his right. Order was holding him easily within his two hands, and was shaking him like crazy.

GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF PRIME. WE CAN'T HAVE CRACKS SHOWING NOW, WHEN YOU'VE GOT A WORLD TO SAVE.
But the goddamn Blood War. One Slip up-
And it won't matter. I know. But you can't go slipping into chaotic madness. You need to be in controlled madness. The good kind.

Slowly, Oh so SLOWLY, the Moderator returned to the material world, staring into space again. But something was different.
He had a fire in his heart.

"Oh screw it, I only got time, and that shit is burning as we speak."

Take ALL the Pills. Like, post haste.

[King DZA]

TorZon The EverShifting

It doesn't take TorZon a very long time of snooping about to locate what it is confident is the council's primary chamber of congregation; the area is larger than most of the other rooms that make up the headquarters, and seems contain enough seating to accommodate dozens of humans.

Sticking to its plan, the Chosen One makes itself comfortable and proceeds to idly occupy the chamber.

The Moderator(s)

His mind firmly established back in the present moment, The Moderator scoops the rest of the medication into his mouth like a crazed drug addict, and hastily downs every last bit of it with a few large gulps of water. Slightly unsettled by the Chosen One's rather unusual behavior, the nurse reminds him to call if he needs anything else, and briskly walks off to another area of the clinic.

A little under a minute later, The Moderator spots the aforementioned doctor approaching his bed. "My, my. Quite the entourage you've brought with you." she says, looking at the team of elite guards standing around him. "Anyway, it's a pleasure to meet meet you, 025. I'm Dr. Weller. How are you feeling at the moment?"

Estimated time passed: 10 minutes.

12:40 remain.

[Kestrel_6]

The Moderator perks up, and smiles.

"Apart from being crazy, confused and slightly paranoid, I'd say pretty good. May I ask a question?"

Within his mind once more, an alien figure spoke. It was none other than Maris Szans. Well, an imprint of his personality, but he was still all there. The one that drove him insane.
I trust you will not hit on this 'Dr Weller' like you do to the archaeologist you seem hopelessly in love wit-
what are you even on about man? it's not my fault she is so-. Damn you.
You humans are truly strange.

[Xantalos]

Excellent.

Judge how long it would take to absorb all the seating and reform as it. If I can accomplish it before day's end do it after examining every inch of the room for recording devices and disabling them by corroding the wires that power them/fogging up their lenses as appropriate. If not, disable any recording devices using the methods detailed above and absorb and imitate the greatest number of chairs that I can before day's end, starting with the ones that are obviously for the leaders.

[King DZA]

The Moderator(s)

"Certainly."

TorZon The EverShifting

Though it guesses it may have to dedicate most, if not the entire remainder of its day to the task, TorZon nevertheless feels certain that it will be capable of fully absorbing all of the seating within the chamber before the beginning of the next 24-hour cycle on the planet.
Not too keen on having its actions be viewed later on by any unintended spectators, however, the Chosen One first sets about dealing with any and all recording devices that might happen to be situated within the area...

[Kestrel_6]

"Who is the current President of the United States?"

Very stran-
Shove it. With this, we get a general timeframe of the years we are in. That'll give me stock of what cool shit I acquired.

[Xantalos]

Excellent. Improvement of the humans begins now.

TorZon applies itself to its task.

[Vgray]

Jorn scrambles to retrieve the photo and bind the ghost.