Goddess S Call

[08:05] * Aline stared down at the unit below her, as she walked along a series of catwalks in her plugsuit. Like many times before - and many times since-before, or whatever it means when you talk about (fictional-ish) future events in your subjective past… it was a synch test. There was no fanfare, and little thought, of Aline getting into the entry plug, though.
[08:12] <Minaplo> [It was all fairly routine.-
[08:14] <Minaplo> [The Entry Plug settled into the Evangelion's spinal cavity snugly, and the process began. Synchronization occured, the burst of momentary sensory overload as rote as everything else…-
[08:16] <Minaplo> ["Beginning synchronization tests, Prototype Unit 00, First Child." Came Surov's voice.-
[08:16] <Minaplo> ["Ratio sitting at 100%. Blanc, anything to report?"]
[08:22] * Aline wracked her brain for a bit, but couldn't come up with anything too dramatic to say. "…Nothing to report yet."
[08:32] <Minaplo> ["Let's begin stage one. Your projected realistic ratio at the present is 109% and obviously it would be risky to prove it, but the MAGI's calculations should be accurate to within a 0.00001% margin of error. I want you to try to artificially increase your ratio. Let's aim for 120%."]
[08:38] * Aline slowly nodded, though she wasn't entirely sure /how/ to do that. Still… "Alright, I'll try to do that." For lack of a better idea, Aline began to meditate on her connection with 00…
[08:56] <Minaplo> ["110%." Stated Surov clinically. "Shall I apply motivational shocks?"]
[08:59] * Aline frowned. "If you want me to lose concentration, maybe. So that's a no." Harder. Faster. She didn't need to be electrocuted just to pull off some kind of ratio-increasing stunt! Come on, 00…
[09:05] <Minaplo> ["114%. Now approaching 119%. A little more."]
[09:08] * Aline grit her teeth, as if suppressing a yell. She was breathing rhythmically and clenching her hands into fists, trying to improve the forcefulness of her exertion-of-will through sheer tension.
[09:15] <Minaplo> [… And something went -snap-. In the space of half a second, EVA-00 jerked forward, shutting down completely, the lights in its eyes dying, computer data shorting out…-
[09:15] <Minaplo> [And Aline would quickly feel herself being swallowed by a sea of oblivion.]
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[09:18] <Aline> Suffice it to say, Aline was alarmed by this development, and immediately slackened in shock (Sadly for Surov, not /that/ kind of shock). Her eyes drifted this way and that, but her body seemed floaty. It was a strange contrast between readiness and relaxation.
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[09:32] <Minaplo> [She heard… Heard? It was difficult to describe, but they felt like whispers, serpentine whispers from some beyond place that lingered seductively around her ears before fading away before she could snatch them out of the air…]
[09:35] * Aline almost literally tried to grasp them, not that literal motion probably even mattered in this frame of reference. "What…?" Aline began, but then she was perhaps struck by the serpentine-ness and seductiveness, and her repetition became more forceful. "What?!"
[09:45] <Minaplo> [One whisper snaked around her, ever close and ever darting out of reach, yet it did not vanish into the ether; it twisted away from her, tempting her to follow it.]
[09:50] * Aline stood up - or perhaps simply drifted to attention - and… considered her options, for a split second. She had a feeling this was probably going to be in some way confronting, but yet… this was probably her only real option. This tended to work that way, whatever 'this' really was. So Aline followed.
[09:56] <Minaplo> [And so she moved through the darkness, which was yet solid.-
[09:57] <Minaplo> [But it was difficult to move, as the darkness was heavy and clung to her like wet velvet, almost seeming to weigh and drag her down.-
[09:58] <Minaplo> [And now a cloying, musky scent wafted to her, cloying and sickly, but faint for now…]
[10:02] * Aline felt… a bit frustrated, to be honest. The feeling of being weighed down, the sickliness of the odor… Confusing, but also somewhat unpleasant, sensations the lot of them. Still, she resolved to trudge onwards. She dragged herself here, she may as well drag herself towards the inexorable there.
[10:10] <Minaplo> [And something- tore.-
[10:11] <Minaplo> [Her hand tore through the oppressive darkness like it were a curtain, her hand plunging into an empty space that felt muggy and warm- but different to what she was in already. She could tear the darkness open, if she wanted.]
[10:17] * Aline realized this rather headily, and with a grip, a pull, and then a forceful yank, she set about tearing through a hole. The oppression she felt earlier was seemingly negative, so this was an improvement. Rip. And. TEAR.
[10:32] <Minaplo> [And the darkness gave way…-
[10:33] <Minaplo> [The room before her was defined by its emptiness. It was white, and empty, but it clearly had space, unlike the velvet void in which she dwelled. The walls were defined by the merest impression of solidity, which showed up like a beacon in this place.-
[10:34] <Minaplo> [There were only two features worth noting. A door on the far end of the room, and a pink-red mailbox sitting next to it.]
[10:37] * Aline was now quite curious, especially of the sole objects in the room. Gingerly, Aline made her way over to the mailbox, and… reached over to open it, half-bracing as if expecting something suitably nightmarish to happen as soon as she did so.
[10:40] <Minaplo> [An envelope sat snugly within, sealed by pink-red wax. Her name was written on the front in calligraphic handwriting.]
[10:44] * Aline couldn't really say no to something so prim, proper, and formal, so she - carefully - opened the letter, still a bit twitchy. It's like she expected it to eat her or something.
[10:52] <Minaplo> [The letter was rich and luxurious, in fact, touching it felt pleasant. The words were rich and warm and… Flowed through her mind without sticking, no matter how much she read, she couldn't remember any of it, except for a smattering of words.-
[10:52] <Minaplo> [It was quite a long letter, and had several pages. She finished the first page, and…]
[11:00] * Aline looked up, as if curious about where she was now. But it… it was empty enough, wasn't it?
[11:01] <Minaplo> [That it was.]
[11:02] * Aline scratched her chin, as if slightly confused. Not an unfamiliar or unexpected emotion. So instead, she read on.
[11:11] <Minaplo> [Again, it was more of the same. Most of the words were simply fuzzy but pleasant, and only a few clung to her memory.]
[11:14] * Aline seemed almost puzzled by this particular anomaly, but… eventually, decided to fold the letter up, and walk closer to the door, testing its handle gingerly. She felt vaguely lost.
[11:22] <Minaplo> [It didn't feel locked, but the handle was warm…]
[11:27] * Aline retracted her hand from it, looking again at the letter. Maybe it contained some kind of clue? She could only try, and /this time/ she skimmed through what was left, looking for the words that stood out to her, and actually muttering slightly to herself. "So easy to block with uncertainty…"
[11:35] <Minaplo> [A few more words came, but then- nothing…]
[11:39] * Aline folded it up for good now, and looked at the door with a look that belonged more in a staredown than in an honest appraisal of one's environment. Without much warning, Aline darted her hand over to it and quickly opened the door!
[11:49] <Minaplo> [The room within was nothing less than a completely obscene overwhelming of the senses.-
[11:52] <Minaplo> [The air was thick and heavy and hazy, overswelling with the overpowering waft of musks and perfumes and odors that dazzled and addled Aline's mind. It made Aline languorous, a foggy sensation in her head that made it hard to think…-
[11:56] <Minaplo> [The whispers multiplied and became a sultry murmur of salacious lies and even more scandalous truths that were plucked from secret places where the mind was still a beast of instinct and urge; the words were alluring and tempting with promises and honeyed seductions, and repulsive and disturbing with curses and foul oaths.-
[11:59] <Minaplo> [Around Aline came to life spirits and shapes and images, burning with a base energy that drove them to commit every kind of perversity and shatter every taboo. Uninhibited copulations seethed beneath hyper-vivid rich trees overburdened with the sweetest and hugest of fruits of all kinds, swelling with sensations to drive one mad with the delight of it all.-
[12:01] <Minaplo> [And all around it, the sounds, the smells and the sights, was an infuriating shadow, a sense of unease; the rich sybaritism of this room was overwhelming and overripe with largesse, and all gorged upon it, yet for these shadows it was not enough, never enough- it was grey and old and weary to them and so they yearned for more delights, going mad with the lust for it all.]
[12:10] * Aline …couldn't begin to fathom what she was witnessing, at least on a conscious, fully-coherent level. It was obnoxious, odious, and alluring all at once. Ostentation and corpulence packed into bricks and built into ziggurats. For the longest of moments, Aline just stared, dizzy and unbalanced, uncomprehending and delirious. But the beast within roused. The beast that this base
[12:10] * Aline debauchery was meant for. Yet, when that beast awoke? It shouted - into the heart of the world, no less - "WHAT IS THIS SHIT?"
[12:13] <Minaplo> [There was a sweetly-voiced laugh, the laugh of a woman, from somewhere within this place. Aline knew the direction it came from, and could follow it…]
[12:17] * Aline /did/ follow it. She trudged past glorious edifices of waste, stepped over indistinct copulations, and waded through a mire of taboo. It was like the most ridiculous swamp, as far as how she felt about moving through - such was its mental effect. Yet the girl was /stomping through it/ almost sulkily.
[12:31] <Minaplo> [And before long she would find herself before a dizzyingly glorious temple, a colossal ediface raised up to be like a holy place, but so grotesquely adorned with riches and lucre that it was nothing but a profane parody of purity. The laughter rang like clear church bells. The facade of this anti-temple was bedecked with a pair of great doors, each a hundred metres high and made of pearl
[12:31] <Minaplo> and plated with gold, covered in rich engravings. Golden snakes stared at Aline with star sapphire eyes, whilst great emperors judged her with hands of diamond. The doors were but a little ajar, and it was from this gap that the laughter came.]
[12:37] * Aline stared up at it, and… well, tried to scoff. She just wasn't able to, simply because the /maddening/ quality of this realm was too powerful, too invasive for her to just shrug it off. Instead, she ended up squeaking out a little noise, and having to take a breath… before continuing through the doors, pushing them aside as best she could to make the gap passable.
[12:50] <Minaplo> [Within was a gargantuan, cavernous chamber. Aline found herself standing on a raised avenue carved from flawless rubies and emeralds that caught the light and reflected it eternally, infinitely; canals ran parallel to the avenue, within which were dancers in flamboyant robes of brightest yellow and red and green and violet and pink, all of them dancing in unison, blindfolds over their
[12:50] <Minaplo> eyes. Their robes were naturally loose and almost oversized and continually sagged and slipped, displaying lovely skin, skin marred by hooks used to keep the robes on the dancers. They danced a dance of desperate agony that all too quickly became stale and dead as Aline passed, their gasps and groans and cries fading.-
[12:52] <Minaplo> [The avenue led to a central chamber, which stood in the exact middle of the anti-temple. It was here that the laughter was loudest, the source hidden from Aline by doors of shining silver and burning bright pure moonlight, yet doors that would open when Aline pulled.]
[12:57] * Aline almost didn't want to know what she'd find behind those doors, because of the /things/ she saw earlier. Yet… Wordlessly, though with an expression of forcible grit, Aline pulled at those very doors.
[13:10] <Minaplo> [In the middle of this chapel was a cushion, a grandiose throne.-
[13:13] <Minaplo> [Sitting upon the cushion was a being. It was human, in some sense. Its slender, lovely back was to Aline, and the swell of breasts barely glimpsed. It had six arms, like a grand goddess, long arms with clever, thin fingers that moved and danced of their own accord. It sat upon legs that folded out like rose petals, beautiful yet horrifying to look upon. The air was sweet with the smell
[13:13] <Minaplo> of cloying flowers. It wasn't looking at Aline- instead Aline saw her hair, long and black and lustrous and vibrant and vivid.-
[13:14] <Minaplo> [And then the head turned in a perfect 180 turn, the bones and skin in and along the neck snapping and tearing, then reforming perfectly for a second. Pearl-white teeth smiled from between full red lips, whilst blue eyes shone brighter than any stars.-
[13:14] <Minaplo> ["Welcome." It said in a beautiful voice.]
[13:12] * Aline sort of… well, curled her mouth a bit at the whole snapping-tearing bit, because she… well, couldn't really call that justified per se, but briefly nodded. "Ah… hi."
[13:23] <Minaplo> [The goddess stared at Aline, nestled here in the heart of rapacious decadence. It did not speak and did not move- except to blink, slowly and deliberately, its eyes remaining focused on Aline's face.]
[13:29] * Aline stared right back, looking slightly pensive. "Uhhh… So, what's the deal with all of…" She waved her hands. "This?"
[13:34] <Minaplo> ["This is a part of you."]
[13:37] * Aline raised a brow. "…I…" She then blinked rather pointedly. "I know people sometimes call me things about this sort of thing but is it really like… like…" She waved her hands a bit.
[13:38] <Minaplo> ["It is a part of them as well."]
[13:42] <Aline> "…" There was a brief silence as Aline parsed that. "Way to symbolize…" Another broad gesture with her hands. "…Desire, desire beyond sense."
[13:50] <Minaplo> ["You are correct, but incorrect. This place does not exist in and of itself as a temple of overpowering desire. It is an emanation- it flows from somewhere else. Naturally you are driven to assume that the source of the emanation is like the emanation but it is not so."]
[13:54] * Aline slowly nodded her head and clenched one hand. "A means to an end…? A tool of control, perchance?"
[13:55] <Minaplo> ["It is nothing more or nothing less than a table from which you have removed three legs."]
[13:58] <Aline> "…Ah." Despite that, she wore a sort of puzzled frown that suggested, ultimately, Aline didn't completely understand.
[14:01] <Minaplo> ["You do not yet understand this place?"]
[14:06] * Aline continued to frown, but spoke. She sounded "…I read the letter, it… claimed this place was 'reversal of creative', but I'm not entirely sure where to find a clue of that. Table without three legs… whether literally removed three parts - the part of the soul of the Solemn Exarch that I'm in contact with - or more metaphorically… Well, I thought that the whisper might've been
[14:06] * Aline Destiny when I initially heard it leading here, but… I… don't know if I'm overthinking or underthinking things."
[14:14] <Minaplo> ["Overthinking, underthinking, both are irrelevant if the thinking is wrong. What you must do now is ask questions."]
[14:23] * Aline cleared her throat, definitely looking like she had to spend some time thinking - which she did. "Then if desire isn't the true shape of what this place emanates from… what is the purpose of the desire?"
[14:32] <Minaplo> ["Desire has an unchanging purpose. It drives life. Desire makes the hungry eat. Desire makes the lonely meet. Desire drives the curious into the unknown, Desire brings them all back to their long-lost homes." The goddess's hands folded together, bending backwards at the elbow to meet across her back. "Everyone needs desire, or else the soul becomes disharmonious."]
[14:40] * Aline nodded again. "Then there's a life-driving motivation here." But… "Still, I noticed that there was a presence that forever craved more, that found all of this desire pointless."
[14:45] <Minaplo> ["That is the fate of unbalanced ones. When desire is untempered, and runs rampant, it craves more and more. It gorges itself on sensation, but finds itself searching for ever more stimulating experiences. It grows listless and tired with the world that no longer sustains their pleasure. It is not that they lack desire, but rather that they have so much that it has completely consumed them."]
[15:04] * Aline scratched her chin, looking contemplative now. "So desire… desire… I don't know if you'll directly answer, so I've been skirting around it, but… whose emanation is this, then?"
[15:04] <Minaplo> ["Mine."]
[15:06] * Aline tilted her head, as if… okay, no need to do an 'as if', she already said she didn't expect it. "…And you are…?"
[15:12] <Minaplo> [The goddess laughed.-
[15:19] <Minaplo> ["I am the companion that walks alongside you, from your first breath to your last. I am the muse that dances on the shoulders of the artists and nurtures their ideas into reality. I am the hand of healing that soothes the pain of others and turns the warmth of connection into the blaze of love. I am the siren that sings the song of discovery, luring the mind into new realms. When danger arrives it is I who drive people to safety, and shield them. I am the one who pierces the light of the soul, to grasp the hands of another, to form a bond that transcends time and transcends space. I live inside every living thing in the universe, and where my light does not shine, nor does that of life. I am the dream the ancients dreamed as they gazed up into the sky so long ago."-
[15:19] <Minaplo> ["In the words and vague concepts of humanity I am named Eros."-
[15:20] <Minaplo> ["I am the Life Drive."]
[15:36] * Aline briefly remembered college courses from the illusion world - she took some simple psychology and philosophy as electives, and the term 'Eros' in terms of the drive to live… echoed with her. "Good thing I didn't run into any possible opposite of you, then. This is confronting enough as-is." Thanatos, indeed. "So… I'm here to see you in the palace of desire, and…" She trailed
[15:36] * Aline off for a moment. "…Well. I suppose there's some kind of message to impart, other than your existence."
[15:43] <Minaplo> ["There is a message here, and it is for you, but the message is written in what you see and not what I say. Look around. What do you truly see?"]
[15:49] * Aline decided to look around again. She remembered the riotous rapacious material, the combination of desire and pain with the dancers… but remind her of what's closer to the central sanctum?
[15:56] <Minaplo> [The central sanctum itself was a towering chapel with a tall spire, all of it made of silver and moonlight.]
[16:10] * Aline then lowered her head gently, and thought even deeper. "The symbols of desire and such are pieces of your emanation. Silver… reminds me of the epithet 'Silver-Clad Empress', yet that alone is probably too minor." Aline then grimaced lightly. "That you appeared to me means that desire, the drive for life, all of those things are important to the message. Being to my being… does
[16:10] * Aline this mean that all of this - you included - is on some level innate to me or what I intend to do?… I don't /know/."
[16:18] <Minaplo> ["What do you feel when you see me?"]
[16:23] * Aline raised, then tilted in a few directions, her head. "A combination of mild awe and mild disquiet - the whole…" She whirled her finger around. "Thing kinda didn't help. But you are made beautifully."
[16:25] <Minaplo> [Eros smiled, and gestured towards the many many dancers.-
[16:25] <Minaplo> ["They are not like me?"]
[16:30] <Aline> "…They're lesser, or feel like they're lesser. Still beautiful, still slightly disturbing for a circumstance of them. Just… without the imagery of divinity." Aline explained.
[16:38] <Minaplo> ["Perhaps you ought to speak to them."]
[16:39] * Aline smiled softly. "Perhaps! I'll go do that then." Aline made a little bow, and approached a dancer a bit further - favoring one in red for no real reason but arbitrary preference. "Hello, it was suggested I speak to you…?"
[16:42] <Minaplo> [The dancer lifted her eyes to Aline, vague uncertainty in them. She did not speak, but instead continued to dance her frenzied dance, the hooks in her robes continuing to pull and dig into the flesh.]
[16:54] * Aline stared back, and… got a somewhat pleading look. "You don't need to stop yourself, you don't need to, but I don't need you to dance either. What can I do to make you trust me…?"
[16:57] <Minaplo> ["…" the dancer didn't stop dancing, or speak, but just kept staring at Aline. Most disconcertingly, the dancer's head remained completely still as her body moved.]
[17:00] * Aline tilted her head again, and decided to do something bold. She reached in with a hand, as if to briefly join in the dance.
[17:01] <Minaplo> ["Do you want to dance."-
[17:02] <Minaplo> [The phrase was clearly a question, yet the tone was that of a statement.]
[17:03] <Aline> "Briefly, yes." Aline answered.
[17:05] <Minaplo> [The dancer shuffled slightly to the left, giving Aline room in the canal.]
[17:12] * Aline stepped in, and extended her hands out to join in… and assuming the dancer didn't start up, Aline would begin a lighter version of the dance she saw. She was fairly agile, but not a trained dancer, so she only executed it /so/ well.
[17:16] <Minaplo> [The moment Aline began to dance her lighter, less 'skillful' version the dancers promptly stopped, stared, and then began mimicking her actions.]
[17:21] * Aline became vaguely amused by this, and decided to vary her moves, introducing her own ideas - less frenzied, more gestural and almost… ritual in nature. It felt appropriate for the surroundings somehow.
[14:51] <Minaplo> [And still, the same thing happened- the dancers began to follow her pattern of dance…]
[14:54] * Aline continued for a short while, before, at a climax that vaguely resembled a yoga-type pose, declared. "As I said, it was brief." …and stepped out of the canal again.
[15:04] <Minaplo> [But they themselves didn't stop- they just kept repeating the patterns and the climax over and over…]
[15:08] * Aline quirked a brow, momentarily eyeing Eros, before considering. In a way, she was talking to both Eros and herself. "…Strangely simple, to follow patterns when influenced to. Which helps to compose the message, though I don't quite know if I'm bringing it together."
[15:15] <Minaplo> ["Perhaps you should try to show them the old dance again."]
[15:18] * Aline considered again, a slow turning of her head… before she went ahead and did just that. She just couldn't achieve that same frenzied style, but she tried. Did she ever try.
[15:22] <Minaplo> [But they didn't change, didn't revert. They just kept dancing the 'new' dance, ignoring Aline this time.]
[15:28] <Aline> "…So I have to immerse myself in…" Aline blinked a few times quickly after she stopped, holding her knees for a moment. "So something I have to touch, become one with, to influence it - but once outside, it no longer is affected. And it… humanity? Life itself? Hmmm."
[15:28] <Minaplo> ["Nothing so complicated."]
[15:36] * Aline frowned again. "…So cryptic. I just…" She extended a few fingers out… then retracted them.
[15:39] <Minaplo> [An orange dropped from the sky, bouncing off Aline's crown before dropping at her feet.]
[15:42] * Aline stared at it. If there was one thing orange represented… "…Instrumentality?"
[15:42] <Minaplo> ["Fruit."-
[15:42] <Minaplo> ["A fruit full of juice. Drain it."]
[15:45] * Aline flushed with embarrassment, and then took a bite, sucking at it - half-expecting something retchworthy - whether for being too sweet or being disgusting.
[15:50] <Minaplo> [It was an ordinary orange. Before long Aline would drain the orange of its juice, leaving the peeled skin and the husk of the flesh itself.-
[15:50] <Minaplo> [Another orange dropped from the sky, landing at Aline's feet.-
[15:51] <Minaplo> ["Which of your two oranges will you turn to if you want more juice?"]
[15:53] <Aline> "Clearly, the fresh one." Aline commented.
[15:54] <Minaplo> ["As it is with you, so it is with them. The old dance is but a withered husk, long drained of any enjoyment or excitement, and now they long desperately for anything new."]
[15:57] * Aline looked a bit sheepish as she scratched her head. "Ohhhh." She looked around. "…Hey, I remember something about the Ancestors. Wasn't the whole point of the Seeds to create variety to prevent this very cycle?"
[16:04] <Minaplo> ["That was one of the reasons. A powerful life drive is compelled to experience and create, but if it becomes overly dominant of one's psyche it will eventually reach a crescendo, then collapse. Once that is done, the Death Drive is empowered, and a psyche is compelled to listlessness, aggression, self-destruction and the return to a simpler state of being. The Ancients did so in many stages, with a growing number refusing to reincarnate but living in unconscious peace and tranquility within the Eternity Drive."]
6[16:26] * Aline sort of twitched at the mention of the Eternity Drive, but managed to regain some of her composure pretty swiftly. "I've heard that phrase before, but I didn't think they were the original inventors of it…" Aline shook her head. "Either way, that means there were /other/ stages, that eventually ended in destruction and the plan."
[16:33] <Minaplo> ["Either way, this is the result of untrammelled Life- too jaded to enjoy life, and too blind to enrich it with creation. The Life Drive is a powerful tool for Creation… When it is properly balanced."]
[16:36] * Aline then wondered. "What, other than mere reason, is best suited for such balance, then?"
[17:15] <Minaplo> ["A life whose soul is balanced in all areas, the death drive and the life drive and the thought drive and the will drive all in balance… Neither one claiming supremacy. A united soul, not a disunited one."]
[17:18] * Aline nodded, making her own conclusions - it made the table analogy make more sense. "It must be difficult for most to achieve that."
[17:22] <Minaplo> ["For most it is a balancing act, moving from one pole to the other constantly, achieving a balance of sorts. There are times when the Death Drive is greater in you, and there are times when the Life Drive is strongest." Eros's lovely head inclined to the left. "It is when a soul is dismembered that extremes manifest."]
[17:25] * Aline …began to see. "So if you had a soul dismembered into 4 parts… what would happen if each of those parts favored a different extreme… then were reunited at the peak of their extreme development, producing a product soul embodying all four drives equally, if from a sort of fragmented origin."
[17:36] <Minaplo> ["A mighty being." Said Eros. "Mightier still, for as each fragment redevelops its other drives, these are merged with the greater whole."]
[17:43] <Aline> "Right. So… so that was it then. That's the plan. Create a mighty being with which to perfectly execute the course of action." A pause. "…In the set of parts I'm thinking of, one has been compromised. I don't know if mind or soul was affected, but it's been damaged so as to insert another fragment in. I'm worried that the will of another might affect the final product."
[17:49] <Minaplo> ["Things proceed as they proceed." Said Eros. "It is not my purpose to change that. My purpose is different."]
[17:51] <Aline> "I figured as much. What is your purpose, then?"
[17:53] <Minaplo> ["Creation, when the time comes." Said Eros. "Until then…" She waved a hand idly. "This world holds little interest for me."]
[17:58] * Aline clasped her hands together - though it was more idle a gesture than anything else - and managed a smile, despite feeling some misgivings. "Then I - at least believe that I – understand."
[18:03] <Minaplo> [Eros nodded, slowly.-
[18:03] <Minaplo> ["The time may come when your role and my role are one and the same."-
[18:03] <Minaplo> […-
[18:04] <Minaplo> [Thunk. Slowly, blurrily, Aline's eyes began to come into focus, staring through the orange-tinged LCL at the nearby wall of the Entry Plug.]
[18:10] * Aline shook her head a few times, before taking a deep, liquidy breath. "…"

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