Organization go!

[the-overseers.livejournal.com]

[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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[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.]