001 ⚙ a lucid light

[clockgears]

[ The connection through the Murmur is clear and focused. Maybe not entirely steady at first, but intentional and to the point. ]

I reached out to the one calling herself Espera. She shared several pieces of information that I believe may be of interest to our little community.

[ There's some wry amusement in the way he says 'community', but he moves on without further comment. ]

She advised us to 'worship', referred to us as those who were once dreaming and are now awakened, and called both herself and us 'Vessels'. Much like the voice in the orchard did, for those who heard it.

And then...

[ An image comes through the Murmur, and lingers for a few moments before Ozpin continues. ]

A cipher, though one with scant information thus far. If anyone else discovers additional messages written using this 'alphabet', I'd appreciate if you would share with me. With more keys to reference, we should be able to decipher it.

Comments

[offseers]

[ noah blinks at his tone. ]

What did you receive?

[clockgears]

It's a journal, and enchanted one. Not a useless gift, save that it seems to resent being left unused for more than a few days.

[offseers]

[ hm. odd. ]

I got a gun.

[clockgears]

[ Oh come on. ]

... That seems a great deal more useful than a journal. Hopefully it doesn't also demand to be used.

[offseers]

I wouldn't know. I haven't used it.

I'm familiar but I rather not. For any reason.

[clockgears]

That's an admirable attitude.

[ It would be easy for that to be a pithy, hollow comment, but Ozpin sounds like he really means it. ]

I hope events here never force your hand.

[offseers]

[ it's a nice sentiment. noah can appreciate it.

even though he knows better. ]

They'll probably try. I'll have to take it as it comes.

[clockgears]

I suppose that's all any of us can do, for the moment.

[offseers]

There's definitely a sense of the worst is yet to come.