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Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "Now who would like to hear about the history of this statue. It's very flattering toward me."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "I would like to hear the story again. It is quite riveting."

Flair smiles and his good eye seems to glow just a bit brighter shade of violet.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "When I was very young and our Demiurge was just a beautiful young woman who stood around the Dockhand Square ignoring me, I was rather ambitious."

The corners of your mouth turn up as you grin mischievously.

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "I did not stand around the square. I sat on a barstool and ignored you."

The corners of Flair's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

You say, "Important story point, that."

Amunet says to you in a chic, liquored voice, "If you knew the sort of women who linger in Dockhand Square, you would insist upon establishing proper details, as well!"

You laughingly say, "Ha, fair enough."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "My brother Erhon and I, it seemed we're both set for great things. I can't go into specifics, but I was the youngest Occultist to do many things in our Guild, we called it that at the time, and Erhon was interested in politics. The Demiurge at the time did a fine, if boring job. That is, she kept the status quo and it was assumed that I would one day follow in her footsteps. Erhon, on the other hand, was quickly rising in power within Ashtan."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "But one day, while I was in the desert . . . I couldn't have been over twenty or twenty-five, still I was often called to this place, I fell asleep for who knows how long. It was then I had my first vision of the Master. The true God of Chaos, Lord Babel. Young Amunet, even if she didn't realize it at the time, was already gearing up to play her part in His return as well."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "I woke up, in this very spot, naked--try to control yourselves ladies--with the mark of the twin written in blood upon my chest. All I could remember was the vision of the Twin and the sweet call of Lord Babel."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "At that moment, all of my ambitions were gone. I had one goal and one goal only. I longed for His return as a child longs for their Mother."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "Back then it was blasphemy. Many who claimed to love Chaos were pawns of the rainbow-eyed deceiver. Oh how they loved their dancing cats and their talking peppermint sticks."

Flair smirks.

You snicker softly to yourself.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "And this is where our beautiful Demiurge comes in. She can correct me if I'm wrong, but when I started to speak of my vision and the true nature of Chaos, she, herself, found an ambition she had never known before. She put her keen mind to it. That is, to true Chaos, even though we had little to go on at the time."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Amunet, "Feel free to correct me dear. My memory isn't what it used to be. I'm not sure why."

Flair tilts back his head and slams a shot of tequila. He manages not to spill any foam over the top of the shot glass.

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "That seems correct."

Flair nods his head emphatically.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "As my faith grew, so did my opposition. Many you now know as great Occultists, Imyrr and Orklanishkal for example, listened to my ever growing prophecies and visions and began to preach them as well. Erhon, my dear brother, chose politics instead. He quickly rose to the position of Overseer of Ashtan. Afraid of our beliefs, he kicked me out of the city I loved."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "It may have ended there if not for Amunet and Imyrr and the good graces of Hashan, who took me in and let me build the first sanctuary to Lord Babel there. It was also there we constructed His first altar."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "It was then I had a dark period. Without a home, I continued to hear the voice of the Master. I continued to have my visions, but I was also lost for a bit. I let the likes of Bluef and a few others sway me for a bit and my dear Amunet let the likes of a few Discordians sway her for a bit. In the end, however, the truth was too much. Driven by His will, Amunet rose to her current position and knowing we'd never had true God without working together, we did. I lost my Guild, my City, and my family over the course of two hundred years. A feat that took, if I say myself, more will power than any other mortal in recent history has ever shown. Now, I have this statue, but I owe it to Amunet, Imyrr, Orklanishkal and a few others as well."

Amunet stares implacably at Flair.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "And mostly we have the true God of Chaos. The technicalities are written in the histories for anyone who looks for them."

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "My decision had nothing to do with the Discordians."

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "But that is not something about which we can go into detail here."

Flair grins mischievously at Amunet.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "In any event, that such great Occultists were born in the same generation and worked for the same goal is beyond coincidence. It's obvious it was His hand that guided us all."

Flair turns his pale, violet eyes to Cinya.

Flair raises a formless mask of the Nihilist to wear it, and the third eye upon its forehead flashes ominously as the mask deforms and stretches. Tendrils of the strange material choke off a gasp as it forms to his face.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to you, "And you gave up that sort of history for what?"

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says, "Oh, yes, being good."

You have emoted: Cinya smiles thinly.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to you, "To unmix the milk from the tea."

You have emoted: Cinya snorts softly in amusement.

You say simply, "You talk like you know me, Flair, and you don't."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to you, "You'd be surprised what I know."

You say softly, "Try me."

Flair reaches out with a gnarled finger and brushes the hair out of Cinya's eyes.

You have emoted: Cinya flinches distastefully at the contact.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to you, "I know that you left because you were weak. You felt the urge to do something lasting. You wanted to do something good for all Creation. I also know that you don't believe a word of it."

Amunet tilts her head thoughtfully as she studies you, her dark eyes drinking in the Eastern woman's expression.

You have tmoted: Cinya stares back at Flair, her face kept carefully blank, though perhaps a bit defiant.

You say evenly, "You're wrong. I'm not that simple, or that cliche."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to you, "No one called you simple or cliche. I wouldn't waste my time with you if you were. Misguided, maybe. Too full of ego, of course."

Amunet says to you in a chic, liquored voice, "Whatever it was that enticed you back to the East -- and I do say 'what', because he has not the stature to qualify as a 'who' -- it is still a disappointment. You are a bright woman, Cinya. I remember your brief time as a Disciple of Ruin. A mind like yours could eclipse the Light with ease, if you were not led by the tug of your heartstrings, like some maudlin marionette."

Amunet takes a deep swallow of her cocktail, her eyes glittering.

You have tmoted: Cinya snaps her attention over to Amunet as the woman speaks. A flash of something either sad or angry or both passes over her face before the mask is carefully reapplied.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to you, "A little moral to the story I told. I lost everything to remind me that there is no room for ego in -real- service."

Amunet nods her head at Flair, showing her acceptance.

You say curtly in a lightly cracking voice, "I don't owe any of you an explanation for anything."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "Of course you don't. No explanation is necessary. I am a woman, after all. I have made silly mistakes for the sake of love. But I assure you, darling, there is no deeper, more enduring satisfaction than true devotion to an insurmountable power."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "By comparison, more mercurial passions are rendered utterly meaningless."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "You are truly missing out."

Amunet drains the last dregs of cocktail from a Crawling Chaos. Amunet drinks deeply from a Crawling Chaos, her eyes clouding over with an ebon sheen that dulls as she swallows.

You say sarcastically to Amunet in a thick voice, "Well. I'll keep that in mind."

Flair turns his dead gaze to Cinya and smiles a smile that is dripping of ichor.

You have emoted: Cinya fails to manage a smile in return.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to you, "It is never too late to right wrongs."

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "Well, that is not entirely true. Soon, it will be too late."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Amunet, "As usual, you are right."

You look sceptical and say, "Soon?"

You raise an eyebrow at Amunet.

Amunet says casually to you in a chic, liquored voice, "Soon."

You have emoted: Cinya scowls, half-rolling her eyes at the intentional ambiguity.

"Bah!" Flair retorts disgustedly.

You raise an eyebrow at Flair.

Amunet says to you in a chic, liquored voice, "The golden sands fall ever faster into the base of the hourglass, each one glittering like a tear shed for for the squandered seconds it represents. This world is in its death throes, and yet, you choose to waste its moribund breaths defending lies and proclaiming your love for a fool."

Flair paces impatiently back and forth.

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "It's a bit pathetic, really."

Amunet says in a chic, liquored voice, "You were afforded the opportunity for an eternity of true enlightenment, and you traded it for a few fleeting kisses. Perhaps you do not deserve redemption."

You say to Amunet in a gritted voice, "Please stop bringing up my husband, Amunet."

Flair reaches out and grabs Cinya's left arm with a speed that belies his age. A spark of violet energy passes between his fingertips and the hidden mark upon her arm.

Amunet says to you in a chic, liquored voice, "Why? He is the only reason you left. The one obstacle standing between you and glory beyond imagination."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to you, "That mark doesn't lie."

You have tmoted: Cinya stiffens at the contact, staring at Flair in confusion and anger. After a beat, she attempts to wrench her arm back.

You say, "That was -decades- ago, Flair. Decades."

Amunet says to you in a chic, liquored voice, "You are far too intelligent to actually -believe- the nonsense for which you fight. That is why you never seem to fight for it at all. I have watched you, my dear. You sit with that puerile twit, in that sad little prison of a home, and rarely do you come out for anything...until, of course, you were invited by a Nihilist."

Flair grips Cinya's arm tighter in his gnarled and swollen hands and levels his gaze upon her. He smiles a bit and finally lets her go.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to you, "It's still there and it still holds power. Decades are nothing. Centuries are nothing to the eternity of Oblivion."

You have emoted: Cinya jerks her arm back, rubbing it idly with a lowered gaze.

You say to Amunet in a scowling voice, "My beliefs and my reasons for doing what I do are none of your business."

You say to Flair in a scowling voice, "Or yours!"

Amunet says to you in a chic, liquored voice, "You wouldn't be losing your composure if we weren't right."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to you, "As long as you have that mark what you do is very much my business."

Amunet says lightly to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "Perhaps you ought to court her. That seems to be the only way to convince her to do anything."

Amunet grins mischievously at Flair.

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Amunet, "They tell me I'm rather handsome. You may be right."

You have tmoted: Cinya stares daggers at Amunet before glancing suddenly down and away. In the second before they are hidden from view, they appear to be slightly reddened.

You say in a gritted voice, "That's not. Funny."

Amunet glances over Flair with an expression of mild disgust, sighing dramatically before taking a deep sip of her cocktail.

Amunet says to Flair in a chic, liquored voice, "Ugly though you may be, love, you're still a step up from what she has."

Prophet of Babel, Flair Ze'Dekiah says to Amunet, "Ugly is in the eye of the beholder and something tells me our dear Cinya doesn't mind a bit of Entropy."

You say to Flair in a hissing voice, "Shut up."

You say in a hissing voice, "Both of you."

The corners of Flair's mouth turn up as he grins mischievously.

You have emoted: Cinya opens her mouth as if to speak, then shuts it again with an angry flash of her eyes.

You say in an exasperated voice, "I'm not doing this. I'm not."