Organization go!

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[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.

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[He smiles but you can tell the poor man is just absolutely exhausted]

Not at all! Ask away.

[anemos-enigma.livejournal.com]

[Aaaah, the guilt. Ivan presses on. If he get the man to focus on the thoughts he wants to grab, things will go much smoother and the interview could conclude in a matter of minutes.]

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?

[the-overseers.livejournal.com]

That's usually the case, yes. Worlds, by their very nature, have a beginning and an end. However, we can almost always predict a world's end years, if not centuries in advance. Something like this is an anomoly, the world simply vanished without a trace. That doesn't happen.

[anemos-enigma.livejournal.com]

. . . I see. And what about people who aren't from that world who happened to be there? Is Confuto Ordinatio able to retrieve them?

[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.]

[the-overseers.livejournal.com]

When a world ends, it's usually a fairly dramatic occurrence. With enough warning, we will pull all of our Agents and Enforcers from the world. Some elect to stay. When we say vanish, what we really mean is it is destroyed, nothing like what we're seeing here. But once the world is destroyed, the gates close forever, and whoever was there is lost. We do not attempt to save those within the worlds once the world's time has ended, just as we do not save people when their time has ended. This is part of the natural cycle of life and death, it exists throughout the multiverse and nobody, not even us here at Confuto Ordinatio, are exempt.

[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.]

[anemos-enigma.livejournal.com]

[Dionysus the twice-born was given his epithet by being cut from his mother's womb before his time. The priestess Semele, in her folly, had insisted upon seeing her lover Zeus in his full glory of godhood. Though she'd paid for her persistence with her life, her fetal son had been spared through the intervention of the gods.

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.]

[the-overseers.livejournal.com]

What? Hey!

[Ivan will awaken in the hospital ward with a much more haggard, far more worried Morrison standing over him]

[anemos-enigma.livejournal.com]

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

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.]

[the-overseers.livejournal.com]

[If Ivan were looking, the closest example to Morrison's facial expression would be "sweatdrop"]

Yeah I... probably should've mentioned that one. It's hard work keeping the complex running when there's just one of me.

[anemos-enigma.livejournal.com]

. . . Will your time ever be allowed to come?

[He still seems to be half asleep as his eyes aren't open. He certainly wouldn't have asked such an inappropriate question otherwise.]

[the-overseers.livejournal.com]

[Morrison chuckles]

Not until well AFTER I get my pension, thank you very much.

[anemos-enigma.livejournal.com]

[He nods, as if that is reasonable.]

Please get some rest, Sergeant Morrison. I apologize . . .

[the-overseers.livejournal.com]

No trouble at all, kiddo. Don't work too hard, get some rest yourself.

[And with that, Morrison exists]

[anemos-enigma.livejournal.com]

A consciousness that spans dimensions . . . It seems she was wrong.

[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.]