text, un: lucina ( backdated to a day before their escape )

[tolight]

Hello, Audentes. For those of you I have yet to meet, my name is Lucina. I come bearing news.

I have spoken to a Zymandis agent. They are here, alone, and the jewelcomms are what notified her to our presence; she was willing to answer my questions, and in return, asked the same of me. The following is what I learned:

They seem believe that the Timeline is ill; the multiverse no longer has the energy to sustain itself, and will eventually meet its demise. Given this, their mission is to destroy everything, so that the Timeline will be reborn stronger. [ Those familiar with her should know there's a certain level of anger in her tone, text or otherwise. ] At least, this is what their Timeline.exe has told them— not only so, the original Timeline.exe, as well as its "update", were created by the same individual: Theodor Arbatel, their "Leader".

If anything requires clarification, I will try my best to answer them.

( ooc. the thread is here for the curious. while i've gotten a lot of info the thread is currently incomplete, so there may be delays in getting to questions from characters!! otherwise feel free to threadjack / etc. )

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[tolight]

[ She's read some of the other comments on the network ( but there's a lot and there's only so much time she has — ) so: ]

You mentioned you've been through a similar event.

How did you stop it?

[deemed]

I brought myself before the Norns, the three women who see the past, present, and future. I looked at their loom, from which they wove the tapestry of history, and saw the the already woven tapestry of our past was recycled, separated, and used to weave our futures again.

I cut the threads, severing past from future. No more cycles.

[tolight]

[ So much for hoping that there was a how to guide for this.

But focusing on that won't get them anywhere, so— ] Do you know why the ... Norns did such a thing?

[deemed]

It was not they who caused it. They merely wove the thread that had been preordained by our own gods- Those Who Sit Above In Shadow.

It was they who fed off our our wars, our deaths.