09-15-2024, 01:41 PM
Waiting. Watching. The body watched as Jaxen Marveet became one with the collective. m'Antinomian would have a new drone to call upon. A master thief. A con man. A hacker -- the ultimate jack of all trades. It knew the other names, and the collective would too.
The path through the house was winding and the journey took more than mere moments. Whoever wired this place created circuits for everything. But it did find home. Found the body. Together they rejoined and stepped away from the wall. Jaxen clutching at his face.
They knelt down and put a hand on his shoulder. "Join us. It will be easier. Submit to the collective and know what we know." The Emissary spoke with a gravely whisper just for his ears. "Fighting it will only bring pain. Know what we now." The Emissary pulled a card from his inner coat pocket. It was analog, but it was effective. They pulled Jaxen's hands from his face and slid the card into his palm. The neon mask shining upon Jaxen's face. "Find me here." The last of the instructions.
The card was not easily deciphered. Anyone could pick it up and read it. But if Jaxen were as good as he thought he was, and if he utilized the collective he'd find them.
The Emissary stood and laughed as the Neon mask faced Sage Parker -- The Wicked Truth -- Phaser. The real Phaser, creator of the borg. He would reget the day he met The Emissary. "I will see you again." No one dared stop them with their friend clutching himself the way he had. Chaos followed in their wake as always. It always followed.