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Organization go!
[Morrison looks exhausted and fairly frustrated, but you might be able to catch a hint of triumph in his expression]
All right, I've just returned from the council. They've granted joint investigation rights to Devorah and Aenathia, and I will be heading my own investigation. With our current manpower, no more than five Enforcers may work under any of us, and the Council has said they retain the rights to reorganize the groups if they see fit. When you are all organized, come let us know who you'll be working with, and we'll get this investigation underway.
All right, I've just returned from the council. They've granted joint investigation rights to Devorah and Aenathia, and I will be heading my own investigation. With our current manpower, no more than five Enforcers may work under any of us, and the Council has said they retain the rights to reorganize the groups if they see fit. When you are all organized, come let us know who you'll be working with, and we'll get this investigation underway.
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Perhaps he's actually waiting for someone else to walk by?]
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Excuse me, sir? Sargent Morrison?
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Oh, uh... Agent... Ivan right? What are you doing up at this hour?
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[He tries his best to maintain a cheerful demeanor.]
I realize it's very late, sir, and I'm sorry to ask you this now, but . . . Do you mind if I ask you a question?
((And now I have to go so don't wait up!))
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Not at all! Ask away.
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It's just . . . The world has vanished and it's been said that things like this have happened before. But what happens to the inhabitants? They don't all just . . . die?
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[Now, if any, is the time that the Sergeant would flash across the man in black who'd entered World P3/4. Ivan's mind begins to brush across the Enforcer's.]
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[Ivan will find no active resistance to his probing. Every indication leads to what he is seeing and hearing being at face value, but he is likely assaulted by touching the mind, for within it seems to be several thousand consciousnesses, all tired, weary, and utterly devoted to a singular purpose. In touching his mind you see scenarios just like this playing out across an enormous complex you have only touched but the merest fraction of.]
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Ivan imagined that what the woman saw was something like what he now glimpsed. Or he would've, if his mind hadn't instantly shut down. There were hundreds of them. Thousands. Perhaps an infinite number of minds all linked to the body of this man, each thinking, feeling, wondering, knowing, imagining, remembering . . . It was as if he'd stared full on into the sun. The boy hadn't even attempted to be cautious; he'd simply leapt in to snatch what he wanted to find.
His eyes go blank in the middle of Sergeant Morrison's explanation. Nearly before the man has finished, Ivan has unceremoniously collapsed in a heap on the floor. If the Enforcer had any experience whatsoever with magic, he would see the thin cocoon of Psynergy that had suddenly encased Ivan's entire body. If he remembered anything about Ivan's specific abilities, he would also have little difficulty in realizing what had just happened.]
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[Ivan will awaken in the hospital ward with a much more haggard, far more worried Morrison standing over him]
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There's more than one. But you're all the same.
[The words are out of his mouth before his eyes have opened. Ivan does not quite seem to be himself, although he is, at least, conscious.]
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Yeah I... probably should've mentioned that one. It's hard work keeping the complex running when there's just one of me.
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[He still seems to be half asleep as his eyes aren't open. He certainly wouldn't have asked such an inappropriate question otherwise.]
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Not until well AFTER I get my pension, thank you very much.
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Please get some rest, Sergeant Morrison. I apologize . . .
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[And with that, Morrison exists]
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[Ivan goes back to sleep. He dreams of wandering along hallways with infinite corridors. Then he throws a rock at Deimonea and forcibly changes his dream to a happy one about his friends.]