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Hello! If you’re reading this without having read Ten of the Void, the first Augury thread, then you need to know two things right now. First, this is a sequel to that. Second, you don’t need to have participated in TotV to participate in this chapter of the adventure! We’d still love to have you if you want to join. So if you’re new and don’t want to read the old thread, or plan to do it later but want to jump in with the RP, here’s what you need to know. (This is also where the Augury itself can be referenced.) Character List: * Izzy sighed. Gati raised an eyebrow, capping eyes that hinted at amusement. “You’ve gotten bored already?” “Aren’t you? All we’re doing is walking.” “I guess being in the presence of multiple gods has worn off, then,” he said, smiling openly, and waved at their surroundings. Green trees permeated with the faint sounds of animals were the majority of the view. “Plus, scenery.” “The scenery is okay,” she mumbled. “But I don’t like walking.” “Technically, the horses are walking.” They’d gotten them at a horse trader back in Fel; Izzy didn’t know what Gati had said or done to get them, but he’d come back out with two horses, one for each of them. Izzy sighed again, matched by Gati grinning, and on they went. *** @Ookla the Maybe-Existent At some points during his journey, Price slept, and as humans do, he dreamed. The very instant one of these began, something took it in its hands and changed it. It swept away whatever would have been in the dream before - a nightmare, a memory, a replaying of the day’s events, jumbled nonsense - and replaced it with a room: wherever Price knew best. Whichever room was closest and most important to him. It was a flawless reproduction, down to the most precise detail imaginable, every atom no different from the room itself; except of course, one was real, and the other in a dream. Yet as exact as the replica was, as much as Price would recognize it...it would feel unfamiliar. Sitting in a chair in this room was a figure. It was impossible to tell the figure’s age, sex, or the color of any of their features. They were not obscured, but as soon as the information was acquired by your eyes and interpreted by your brain, your mind’s record of it vanished. There was a fuzz at their edges, where the air grayed slightly; looking at it for very long gave you a headache. What could be told about them, after some time of watching, was that their eyes were open, and they did not once blink. All of this was in place within the first heartbeat of Price’s dream. By the time he himself had entered it, the figure was smiling, hands spread just slightly, welcoming. “Hello, Pryclin Evada. May I have a moment of your time?” *** @Sorana At some points during her journey, Sagitta slept, and as humans do, she dreamed. The very instant one of these ended, something took it in its hands and changed it. It swept away whatever had been in the dream before - a nightmare, a memory, a replaying of the day’s events, jumbled nonsense - and replaced it with a room: wherever Sagitta knew best. Whichever room was closest and most important to her. It was a flawless reproduction, down to the most precise detail imaginable, every atom no different from the room itself; except of course, one was real, and the other in a dream. Yet as exact as the replica was, as much as Sagitta would recognize it...it would feel unfamiliar. Sitting in a chair in this room was a figure. It was impossible to tell the figure’s age, sex, or the color of any of their features. They were not obscured, but as soon as the information was acquired by your eyes and interpreted by your brain, your mind’s record of it vanished. There was a fuzz at their edges, where the air grayed slightly; looking at it for very long gave you a headache. What could be told about them, after some time of watching, was that their eyes were closed, and they did not once open. All of this was in place within the last heartbeat of Sagitta’s dream. By the time she herself had entered it, the figure was smiling, arms crossed, one leg causally set over the other. “Hello, Sagitta T’Sora. May I have a moment of your time?”