Silence in One Corner of Proper

[Brother Seneca Shakran]

   "I know he is here.  And I have known for sometime.", is Seneca's repsonse.  "You would each do well, to rapidly drop the narcissitic belief that the Nexus either bound, or is indeed even inclined, to do a damn thing for any of you. 
  Yuri, you will be needed at the DigiNet shortly.  My best advice for you is to keep open your eyes, ears, and heart.  Listen, and see, the details.  Oh and keep your mouth shut, for now.  There are too many manipulators out on the gameboard, right now, who will seek to use those words against you.  Save the rest of your questions and comments, and go swiftly now.  Protect the ones you care for, sacrifice the pawns you must...and greet my son in silence, if he should cross your path."

[Yuri_Prime]

Yuri regards Seneca for but a moment, the thoughts of a discussion boil to the surface of his disciplined mind, the concepts of correcting the bastion of chaos as to the regency of the Manifest Politic, but now is not the time.

Now indeed is not the time.

He turns and gives Cassockwell and Jon both a nod each, "Keep in touch, and keep safe, the lot of you." and then he turns toward the Diginet and proceeds onward. As he passes Seneca, he gives the smallest, the most minute of nods, and then walks. Fifteen steps away, he gives a snap of his leather glove, and his driver pulls up, obedient as always, and has the door open for the esper well before his approach. Yuri sits and silently directs, and the soldier complies without thought or hesitation, and once the driver is seated, the car zooms off to the Digi-net.

[CassieMcCullin]

"Well, this is a lovely clusterfuck, isn't it? He didn't even wait for me to answer his questions. To satisfy your curiosity, Jon, I am actively maintaining a search for any traces of Lovious or Frig'emall. What good is Freeside if we can't use it to find missing friends, no?" She shrugs. "I suppose we may as well head for the DigiNet. Seems that's where all tomorrow's parties are."

[Brother Seneca Shakran]

   "An Esper always needs to find things their own way Cassocket.  The advice I offered Yuri, should go double, for each of you.  Perhaps in your case, oh masterful amalgam, quadruple.  I will head back to my home.  I have a feeling I am about to receive a visitor.  Enjoy the latte, and mind the low flying rocket elves."

[Jon Stone]

Jon makes a casual salute at Yuri as he heads off to the Diginet.  He then looks back to Cassocketwell, "Well you can head to the Diginet if its where your feet take you, but i'm going to go talk to Andromache and Cutthroat if I can.  Since I wasn't there i want to hear what others who were there may have to say on the event.  Get as many different takes on it as I can"  He makes the same casual salute to Cassie before turning away.

He looks at and  nods a polite good-bye to Seneca.  He sticks around for a second incase anyone has anything to say before he goes,  then he begins turning into code that disippears into the air as he walks off.

[CassieMcCullin]

Cassie waves at Jon. "Ta!" Speaking to herself, she asks, "Well, do you want to go to DigiNet, or elsewhere?"

[CassieMcCullin]

Without waiting for herself to answer, she teleports away.

[Aiskon]

In the area of proper in front of the Vatican city, a small round metal ball zooms in, then explodes into a ring.  Aiskon steps through carrying an arsenal.  Her companion, Ikki the mechanical phoenix flutters nearby.  Aiskon's eyes scan the area until they fall on Yuri.

"Yuri, we have to talk." she said, and hand him a black case.  "This is another box of the  naquidda.  We really need to get the Alexandria open.  Steed was working on finding a way to stablize the more hyper-reactive isotope of this, naquadria.
"We need to find a way to fix what was broken.  There is a device I  believe is one of creation.  It is stored in the Catacombs of Santuary.  The flower of life.  We could. . . .  Or we could. . .  I don't know what we  can do.  I hate being the pawns of them."

"No matter what we do, or try to do to help, we get slapped.  Frig was. . is.  He IS one of the most selfless avatars I know.  What does it get him?  What does it get Lovious?" 

Help me Yuri. Help me care, casue I fear if I cannot, I will do something rash and stupid."

[Jon Stone]

(OCC: Yuri's at the Diginet, as far as i know.  Head there, something tells me its where the party is.)

[Yuri_Prime]

(OOC: *snicker*. Yuri's at Digi'net. All are welcome to experience the "Kapopulace".)

[Frigemall]

Entering the Chapel, The Pope approaches the area where the now silent Eternal Boom had been. Seeing the device left by Yuri, a small tear runs down the toon's cheek. "Freinds are the most powerful explosions I know." Waving his hand a small
alter appears and the beacon to freindship moves to the alter. On the alter is a simple inscription, "Love and Freindship will always guide you home". Wiping the tear from his cheek the toon walks back to the platform area on the far wall and concentrates. All over proper once again an explosion can be heard every 30 seconds. Outside of the temple it is not really loud but somehow carries almost as an invitation. Above the explosion a plaque appears "Please step into the BOOM to visit The Vatican". Unless he is interupted he will step into the boom and disappear, entering his newly reopened Domain.

[Avie]

Green realizes that the pouch at her hip now contains a Pope, as Frige'all reclaims his Domain.  With a gleeful squeak, she sets the bag on the ground and it floats out of sight.

"Welcome back, you mad, mad man."

Gradually, the eye-paining plaids of her hair and outfit fade, leaving an auburn woman wearing a simple green gown. 

[wcshoe]

Hyran appears, with no notice or fanfare, within arm's reach of Green. Eyes twinkling, he hands her another bag, of soft red flannel plaid with a shoulder strap.

[Avie]

Hyran appears, with no notice or fanfare, within arm's reach of Green. Eyes twinkling, he hands her another bag, of soft red flannel plaid with a shoulder strap.

She smirks and accepts the bag. "What is it?"

[wcshoe]

Hyran looks at the bag. "It's a bag. For next time."