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WEEKLY BULLETIN
[Though the bulletin is always text, today it opens up as an audio file. Voices filter through, overlapping, and maybe you recognize a few from network posts in the past . . . although they seem a bit off.]

--aybe you've seen me around lately, and if you have, you probably noticed something missing! It's a--

--with some mysterious glowy, kinda ḏ̶͂i̴̜͐s̶͔͒t̸̰͆o̸͈͂r̷̗̉ẗ̷͇́e̴̙̎d̵̖̎--

--asking for a friend--

--anyone seen Riku?--

--I gave h̸̯͓͓̽̎̏̈́̈̍̽̒͊̉̂̅͘͝͠i̴̢͕̙͔͇̰͚̜̠͛͜m̸̪̼̩̝̥̝̗̥̯̦̮̥̣̬̲͂̀͌͐́̈́̽̽̒ͅ to the forest spirits the forest spirits the forest spirits the spirts I used some--

--just what the fucking hell? What the hell just happened?

--did any of you see things? Hear things? --

--has anyone found a way to burn things to burn them to burn them all has anyone found a way--

--I thought we were here to help--

--you're not here to help you cannot help them you cannot yo͢u̴ s͝avȩ n͢o̸ ̡y̕ou̶ s̢a͡v̵e n̴othin̷g͡ y͠ou͜ ̀k̀ep̨ th͟em̧ ́iǹ h̨om̶e ̴aņd̡ ͡yo̡u͟ ͜k̛ee̕p yo̡͟u ̷̡̡k̢̀e̷̕ep͟ ̢t͞҉h͢e̸m͢ i̧̡͟n ͜͏a̵̸͞ ͞bę̷̛d̶ ̧҉a̶n͢͏́d̸̨ y̵͟ò̷́ú͞ k̴͏ee̶͜p͏ ̢̀͠tḩ̨e̶͡m͟ ̵̷̕fo͏̶ŕ ̷us͠ ̡̛͠l̷̛҉ike͜ ͢s͟a̵̛ŗd҉҉i͏n̢͏͡es͝ ͠i̛͘n ̧͘͝a͡ ͘͜c̨͡͝an̴ ļ͡i̢͡ke̛̕ ͢rats͢ ̷́͠i̡n̡͢ ̶̸̢a̷ ̴́͞c̨ą́g̕҉e ͢l̡i̧͡͡k̷̕͟e͘ ̷҉f̶͏̨i̧͝sh̶́ ̀͡ì̡n͟͡ ̵̡̛a̸̧ b̵a̛͢r̶r̷̸͟e҉ĺ̨͞ ̷̧ỳ͢ơ͘u̴̶͜ ͢͞kę́e̶͠p̛ ̴̡t͞͡h͢͏e̷͡m̡͞ ̷p̕͝e̢͡n͜ń͝e̛d҉̨ ̧͟l̶̸ik̴̡͟e͞҉ ̶͟

cà͡tt̸͡le͘͠ ͝

a͜͏͝n̴҉d̢ w̛̛e͝ ͘͏w̛̛i̷͟͡l̴̶̛l͏͟͞ c̶͝o̡͜me f̵͠or͟͢ ͠th̵̡e͜͟m̸͟ ̀a̕n̸҉d̸ ͝w̵e̵̛ ͢w̵͘͢i̴ll͡ c͟͝om̀͟e҉ ̛͠fo̸̕͞ŕ҉ ̕y̴̡ó̸̢u͘͘ ̢á̕ņd͠ ̢̨͞y̧ò͢u̷͝ c͏͟a̴̡n̛͠no̷t͟͞ ̧̢s̷͢av̴҉e̵͝͡ ̢͘t͏h̨̡̀e̶͞m̶ ͘͝and̸͠ ͠ y̵͜o̕u̸̸͡ ̧c̷a͡ņn͝҉ơ͟t́҉̕ ̵sa͝v̶͏ȩ ̸̸͜thę̛m҉ à̧n͟d҉̨ ͏͡͡y̧̕ǫ̛҉u̕ ̨ca̷͢n̛ǹ͘ò̷t ͞͝s͏a̸v̛e̴̡ ̷̶͟ţ̸̕h҉̧̨e̵m̵͟ ̛͟͞à͢nd̵̴ ̨y̡̕҉o̷̢u̶ ̷C̷AN͟N̸̕O̴T̶̵ ҉S͏͢A̛҉V̨E̕ ͏T̢̢͡H̕҉E̵M̸ Y̢̡͘O̡͢U̶͢ ̢̨̨̢͡C̶̶̨͢À̷͜͝Ǹ̵̡͜N̵̷͟O̷̸͝T̸̸͡ ҉̨̨̡͠Ś̴͝Á͘͟҉̶V̛͠E͏̧͢͜ ̷̢͡͏͢T̸̡̀͝H̶̨͞E̷̵͘͟M̴̨̕ ͢҉̴́Y͡Ǫ͠͠U̸͡ ̕͟͝͞C̀͟A͟͝͡N̵̨̨Ń͠͡O̵̧̡̢Ţ̡̛͢ ҉̸͢S̶̡͜͝A͏V̸̶͞É͜͏ ̴̢̕T̴̸͠H̡͜͢É̡͝M҉̴̨͟ ̸͠҉Y̢͘͝Ó̸̸̶͡U͟ ͝Ć̴͜A҉̸̨͡Ǹ͠N̨̡̕͟͝Ơ̢T̸ ̨̡͜͞Ś̴͢͢Á̴̵̸͢V̵̡͞E͘͜ ̴͠͏T̢͜Ḩ̴͝͡E͘͢M̷̸͜͠ ҉̷̵̵Y̷͢O͘͢͢͞͝Ù͟͢ ̵̶C͝͠͏A̷̛͟N̛N̡͘Ớ͏T҉̨͝ ̡́̀S̡̕͘͞A̵̶V͜͝Ę́ ҉̴̀͜͞Ţ̀͝H̴̢͢Ę̶̢̀M̶͝ ̕҉̕Ý̕͜͟O̸U͏̴͝ ̸̷҉̴C͞͏̶A҉̨̢͘͘N̛͘Ń̢̛͠Ó̷͜͡T̷̸̡͢ ̛͜҉̴̧S̵̴̀͢Á͘͞҉V̷̵̢҉E̡͞҉ ҉̵T͡H́͜͜͢͞È͘M̡̕͏ ̷̸̢̀͠Ý̛͜͠͠O̴͜Ų͡ ̡̀́̕͞C͟͢͡Ą̡̧͞Ņ̴N̷̡O̶T͏̵͘ ̶͘͟S̷̢͠Á͟͝V̴̢̕͡E̢̢̨͟͟ ́҉͡͞T̨͜͡H͟͡Ȩ̛M̶̀ ̶̵̢͢͟Ý̶͝O̧͡Ú ́͘͡C̵̢͟͠Ą́͢͜N̡͟͠͞N̵͜O̴̵̢͡T̷̢ Y̷̥̳͍̭̱̠̙O̟͔̗̺̝̬͟͞U̙̩̜̦̳͡ ̰̱͖̤̼̭C̶̵̳͇A̟̫̩̲͓N̞̭̥N̴̡̙̤̤O̹̳͇̭̭͖̕T͏̰͔̠͙̙̩̼͈͉ ͉̗͡ͅS̟͔̦A̧̝̠͓̥̱̫͍͘V̶͞҉͙͖̥E͏̨̝͎͎͖͇͚͚͓ ̶̬͇̳͈̹͘T̕҉̪̫̙̮̯̠͉̜H̖̫̲Ḙ̝̱̰͜͠M̡͚̹̩̦͉͍̜ ̭̞͔̘͎̕͜Y̡̡̱͚O͏̱̣̙͇̫Ù̘͘ͅ ̹̞͕͙͉̘̘̯̰͡͝C̨͙̦̞̤̙̙͇͡A̟̤͇͉̖̭ͅN̻̤̺̞̫͙̲͇Ṇ͔̣̘̭̦̜͔̝O̵͚͎͓̳̤̟̬̬͘ͅT̡̨̠̺͇͕͈̺̠ ͕̺̹͘͢S̡̩̮̮͍͜Ą̴̱̟̗̺V̶̶̟̳̘͓̖ͅE̡̱͙̟̘͉̺͍͟͝ ͏̡̼͙̣͓T͙̝̞͖̞̖̝͔H̴̢͇̣E͏̘͙̭̰͎́M͍̗͙͎ ̨̢̬̪̟͈͚̼̮͉Y͕̳̟̯͙̳Ǫ͕͕̠U̞̘̱͖̞̳͉ ͡҉̣͖̣C̶̬̰A̺̠̫̥N̨͚̠̙̤̜̦̯̘̩͝N̶̛̜̗̝̤O̟͕͔T̀͏̙̬ ̡̫̜̫̙͜S̸͓̻͘͢A̡̬̙̞͙̺̖̯̜V̶̛̼͉̩̰͟É̡̘͍̲̻̟̖ ̺͔̗̕T̜̪̱̦̙H̛̪̜̯͖̘E͢҉̼̮̼M̛͍̼̼̣̪͈̣̥̝ ̮̠̳̦̹͜͝Y̪͇͡O̡̩̖͕̯͘͢ͅU̡̜̦ͅ ͉͇͚̼̬̗̬̬́ͅC̷̡̜̜A̵̤̩̹̬͙͇̠N̹̮̙͠ͅN͈͢O҉̷̢̞T̴̵̬̺̻͢ ̨̭̹̼̣̗͇̱̰͝S̵͠҉̭̬̫A̴̺͙̮̲̳̫̳̙͠V̴̞̥̘E͏̲͕̝̦̰͈̫ ̡́҉̝̺T̷̯̲͎̕͡H͕͓̖̫E͏̙͚̞̪̱̰M̶҉̖͍͚͇͉̝̬̻ ͙̩̺̥Y̷̞O̶͖̩̺̙͚ͅU͕͓ ̡̲͓̫͖̜̮̬͟͝C̸͍̞̪̘͕̦͍̀̕A̡͘͏̰͕͇N͕̥̼͇̜N̴͈̯̼̪̬͍Ò͈̪̥͓̜̗ͅT̶͚̩̥̘́͘ ̯̮̥͜S͏̭̫͙̩̱Ḁ͈̖̺̗̣͖̕ͅV̵̟̲͓͠͝E̻̘̯͉̯̯͍͘ͅ ͅT̢͓̰H͎͙̥͙̠̤̦E̴̛̛͍͈̯͓M͚̼̟̙̖͈̻͢ ̮͇̀̕͝Y̬̲̩̭̯̠O͎̜̘̬̮̙͉̼͡Ư̵̸̳͓̱͚̜ͅ ̶͈̘̝͉̖̹͓̘C̘̠̣̗̩̻ͅẠ̼Ǹ̶͚̞̦͚N̷̫͉̘̪̠̹͘͟O̕҉͖̗͖͓̺̖͚̙T̢̯̟̙̭̱̀ͅ ̡̣͇̲̘Ś̛͚̰A̩͕͢V̶̱͓͕̗͍̻͜E̡̞̥͙̼ͅ Y̡̮͍̗̓ͬ̓ͧ́ͧ̿̉̀O̯͖̭͈̣̣̜̎̔͐͆ͭ̀͐͜Ù͙̀ͣͪ̏̇̌͒ ̵̤̰̠̫͍̠͚̊̅̀̑̽́ͅC̻̼̪̲̽͐̈́̔́A̡̫͖̼̬̯̘͗̓͟N̴̫͔̩̲̲̬̫̗̅ͨ̈́͡N̓̄̎͌͗̏͒̚͜͏̭͈͍̙̪̩O͈̩̙̪̮͇̥͑ͬ̏̏ͥ̽͞Tͭͬ͌̓̂̑̔͏̲̖̦ ̴̦̰̒͒̔ͭ͌̓ͣͮͭ͟Ș̸̫̦̲̣̯̥͗̈́ͨ̆̉̅́A̭̹̼̭̜͓̳̹ͪ̉̉͜͠V͚̳̰̋̇ͬ̋̽̽̏̀̌̀ͅE̝̳ͣͯ̔͗ ̭͍̖̫̱͐Ṯ̨̖̼̬̺̲̰̿͑̓ͪͭ͑͐ͅH̩̘̬ͭ̈́̏͆͟͢E̶̢ͥͨͨ̓ͮ̌̚҉̱͉͇̘M̭̪ͭ̀͒̀́ ̃̒̕҉̰͈̺Y̡͇̗̥͒̈̌̋̆O̧̺͎͋̀͊͜Ũ̸̵̺̖̣͇̃ ̢̖͙̆̈́̄ͬ̒ͥ͌̾̀Ç̡̫͈̦̩ͯ͟ͅĄ̷͖̟̠̗͚͓̿̄̉̔ͣ́̉ͣN̢̡͔̖̦͓̠̟̲̍̉ͅN̠͔͉̘̲͙͔̔ͨ͋͡ͅͅO̠̯̪̲͖̦ͤͦ̓̀T͖̺̞̰̦̘̼̥ͨ̊̂̿̋ͣͤ͛͝ ͧ͋ͪ̍̂̓̃̈͑͏͔̭̬̤̻̗̬͍͔S̝̟̳̭̦̃ͤͤ̋͊ͅA̡̤̬̤̻͙̦͎̦ͫ͑̒̃̾ͧV̘͕̘̫͐̕͡E͌͆͏͞͏͕̳̝̦̮̣ ̷͈̠͖͖̭̫̻͔̒̇̆͠T̸͍͎̖ͩ͛̆ͨ͜Ḣ͉͕̩̞̲̺̖̪̌ͦ̾̃ͥ͆̆ͭË̦̠͍̟́̍̍̀̂͂̍͒̚͘M̬̲͙ͧ̓̿̌̉̏̕̕͝ ̢̗̦͕͎͈͉ͣ̏ͤ͛͟Y̱͔̅ͨ̀Ȍ̙͓̗̍ͨͯU̫̲̟͔̪̦ͮͬ̀̕ͅ ̧̝̜̗̰̖̖̭͍ͤ͐̒͌̑͘͝C̡͉̗͖͙̊ͭ́A̙̯̝̰͓̓̄̋͊͆ͣN̷͙̞͇̭̗̈ͨͦͤ͒̊ͤ͢͞N̷̳̜̗͕̘̖̩͇ͯ͢͝O̯̗̩̬̗̜̣͈ͩͧ̏̕T͖͕̙̫̊ͭ̇̓ͪ̑̏ ̷̙̲̘̖͖͍ͭ̒ͨ̔ͥͩͬ͋͟S̴͓͈̗̱̗̩̘̟̀́ͥA͗̀͐́͏̣̖̲̝̘̰̦V̧͓͚̘͖ͣ̒̿ͣ́Ẻ̋͌̂̉ͣ̑̾͌҉̮̱͢ͅ ͍̭̯̞͚̼͖̙͑̂̋̉͝͝͞T̨ͩ̆̉҉̪̮̲Ḩ̛͔͖̱͍̟̩̮͛̌̌ͨ̾ͧͮ̈͞Ȩ͕̙̞̫̫̙̂ͧ̒ͬͮͧ͡ͅM̗̟̲͉͚̎̀̒ͪ͑̎͆̓́ ̨̜̹̜̼̭ͤͥ̔͊̂̕ͅŸ̸̨̝̼̹͇̟̳̳͖͑̚͡ͅÔ̧̨̨̠̝͉̺̱̱̔̽̀U̳̮̬̦̻̔ͯ̇̑̿ ̢͈̫͓͈͍̲̻̍́̋̐ͩ̋ͩ̕͜Ċ̡̨̟̘͛̀ͤ̌͘A̸͈̞̖̹̥͕̠̱͐ͯ͆͋̓̾̿͆N̛̬̱̱͕̗̰̻̭ͣ̔͛͠N̰̙̹̲̮̟͇̼ͤ̑̒ͤ͡͠Ơ̵̟̟̪̗̍̏̓͋̍͌͜T̟̼̠͖͇͉̭ͧ ̪͓͙̥̜̱̫̊̊͟͞S̥͍̥͙̦̭͇ͦͤ̇̈͛A̶̟͕͇͎͍̩̠̍ͯ͑̽̅V̙͚̜͓̯̞̜̖͊̊͂ͧ͢Ė̛̲̪̦̹͂ͧ

maybe you should try ҉E͡ ́A̷̶ ̕͡T͟ ̷͠I͏҉͝ ͞N̶͡ ̴G something :)

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[all right, he'll bite. I mean, what's the worst that can happen?]

Who are you?

Do you think you are any sort of frightening? I grow tired of these games. Your threats mean very little.

Who are you who are Y̷̢͚̞̻̻̮͇̞͎̝̝̓̋̾͑̅̾̓̀͒̔̄̚̕Ô̶̢̰͉͓̗̣̱̄̑̂̌̂̓̌̍̃̾̾̚͝Ų̶͓̗̱̮̝̹̠͇̼̻̄̐́͐̌̑̄̚̕͠

[How odd: the voice sounds just like her.]

you mean very little you mean very little you aren't so frightening with your powers and your light

what is an oracle without her people without her powers with her companions she failed to save without a single thing accomplished

[ Well, that's... different. ]

Is that it, then? Does light frighten you? In that case, I will do everything in my power to find whatever source of light, whether it be from within or an outside source, to drive you out of the shadows that you hide in.

[ That last bit has her pause, though. ]

My people will always be in my heart, just as my companions will be. I feel closer to them now than ever, theirs is a strength that is easy to draw upon. What of you? What have you accomplished thus far?

[oh is that how it's going to be?]

You had your chance to explain your side. You'll get no sympathy from me going forward.

Watch me.

We are we are always watching you

Those are brave words from someone like Y̷̢͚̞̻̻̮͇̞͎̝̝̓̋̾͑̅̾̓̀͒̔̄̚̕Ô̶̢̰͉͓̗̣̱̄̑̂̌̂̓̌̍̃̾̾̚͝Ų̶͓̗̱̮̝̹̠͇̼̻̄̐́͐̌̑̄̚̕͠

[How odd: the voice changes. It goes lower, deeper, smoother, and almost assuredly she'll recognize it.]

Fear, my Oracle.

[It's his own voice now, echoing and mocking:]

You'll get no sympathy from me you'll get nothing from me you'll get NOTHING but pain and loss and grief and you will wish you were so bold as to threaten me.

[ THAT is a low blow. Taking on the voice of the Chancellor himself has her bristling only for a moment; mostly because she can't bring herself to hate Ardyn despite everything. It does put her on edge, because for a split second she can pin the blame on him. Of course it would be him, coming here to wreak havoc somehow.

Except Ardyn is the undying, the Starscourge incarnate. Adagium. This wouldn't be elaborate enough for his tastes. ]

I fear nothing. Not you, nor any daemon who prowls the darkness. Though I am quite interested in how you are managing to pull these feats off.

[CREEPY AS THAT IS and he's definitely taking notes of which words are twisted or replaced...]

I'm flattered, really.

[he's torn between toying more, trying to get more out of this chance, and being so very done with it. HMM. Decisions.]

Everyone fears something silly girl, silly child, so tell me: what is it you fear?

Answer and maybe we'll tell you something interesting in return.

Edited 2019-11-28 04:05 (UTC)

[ There's a pause on her end, because she is legitimately thinking about this. What she fears is more practical, honestly... after a few moments of silence, she speaks again. ]

I fear doing nothing and losing everything. I fear for the safety of those closest to me.

Yes

We know.

[There's an awful long silence after that. Minutes tick past, and then, in a different voice:]

You should fear a lack of knowledge.

Listen, soon, and l̴̡͕̹̦͙͊̓̔̂ ̴̗͗͂̎̐̿ȅ̸̛̲͠ ̴̧̳̟̖̻̍̑ā̷͇̖͕̠̞͋̀̂͝ ̶̻̾̓͝r̴̨͚͓̩̺͋̚ ̶̼̮́̂͗̚ń̵̡̟ͅ

[ It takes long enough to get an answer that it actually makes Luna think that they've disconnected, perhaps. When next an answer comes, the voice causes a deep ache within her heart, and she closes her eyes.

Regis's voice or not, she can appreciate that answer, for the most part. A little hint, perhaps. ]

Can you not educate me now? Will you at least tell me who, or what, you are?

[Rather than reply, Masaomi puts away his tablet, stands tall, and thrusts both middle fingers into the cold night air.

After all, they're always watching, right? Suck on that, assholes.]

Are you the ones that brought the darkness?

WAKE THEM UP!

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!

Robin...

[ He fears for her and her safety. It's possible that these spirits - angry, ferociously influential, and everywhere - might be imitating her voice the way they've done with Cao Pi, or if they're the ones with green eyes, it could really be Robin, unhinged by whatever terrors have been poured into her heart and mind.

How easy it could be, given her isolation. It's been over a month since he spoke with her, he knows that now. She asked about him, the knowledge of that length of time and the perceived danger she's in - that they're all in - twists like a thorn in his chest. Unable to afford to be discouraged, Riku reminds himself there are still people he needs to look after, in this hideaway he's carved out for himself and his unconscious friends. ]

Is fear really the goal? Or is this a test?

[ What is this, a wild assumption? A grasp in the dark? No- he's thought about it, and he doesn't entirely buy that it's so simple as an enemy to fight against. These spirits have survived in a world entirely hostile towards anything in it, inevitably it's light and activity - their light and activity - that draws the beings that will consume all their remaining light.

In that case, aren't they the problem? And rather than dismiss the Beacon residents entirely, this feels like it could be a particularly brutal exam, weighing their potential value. If they fail, they're destroyed, simple as that. But if they survive, if they show their capability, then maybe a mutually beneficial alliance could be forged.

This assumes much about the intellect and relatability of the spirits to the Beacon residents. But they've shown incredible cunning. ]

[Come on, man.]

[Laughter, long and loud and female-- and oddly joyful. Giddy, almost. And right on the heels of it, screams in the background, weeping and wailing, a cacophony of grief that ends just as abruptly as it began.]

No.

You can certainly T̸̨̗̭̹͓͔̙̹͓̼̫̈́̒̂͒R̴͕̜̪̫͕̺̺̜̪͈̫̜̺̲̈́̐̒̏̐̊̿̎̐͛̈́̕͝Y̷̛̛͔͇̟͓͍̮̜͖͔͖̣͖̽̿̃̾̈́̒̀̄̇͘͜

[The voice changes again, though perhaps it's a bit younger than he remembers.]

It is not fear. It is not a test. It is-- it is--

[It is lacking words, perhaps.]

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