[full name] MacBeth stewed, the Necronomicon's presence in his auraspace gnawing at him like a bad toothache, in some non-tangible part of his soul. He'd have to expulse it soon, otherwise an infection would begin to set in, like wood rot, and he'd begin to ail physically as well. By now they would begin to notice that the list was missing, and figure Moone had taken it-- work out the actual motivation for the summit from the assassination, but alas have the wrong [guy], just a scapegoat for the actual perpetrator.
MacBeth sighed-- oh well, he had brought it upon himself, in refusing to take the shelter that MacBeth's brotherhood had proffered. Still, in doing so, he had made himself something of a nuisance. And, of course, escaped. Moone knew too much. Maybe everything. Probably not, but with Moone one could never be too careful. He had to be taken down, as soon as possible. But how?
MacBeth had explained to, whom he had thought was the Mothman, the mystery of the mechanism by which Moone had covered his tide up, making him impossible to trace. That was true- as many of the alleged mysteries regarding Moone's escape were actually because MacBeth was the perpetrator, there was still the [unexplainedness] of that strange transmutation of his aura.
Or rather, there had been. Moone had been inside the aural plane with MacBeth, and MacBeth could bring his mind's eye back now to look at Moone's appearance. He was strange, frightening. Like the multifaced creatures that had appeared to Ezekiel in his vision.
Fortunately, MacBeth knew how those particular angels worked. It was all symbolic, of course- but it was a literal recording of the symbolic appearance of the angels as they manifested in the aural plane. The same with Moone's appearance, here. Three faces, he must have had three auras on. His own, the Pontifex's, and what must have been the Mothman's, the real Mothman's. The Necronomicon had, when Moone had somehow gained entrance, read the three auras as having been only one, so there must have been some order to it, some structure granted wholly by the Pontifex's aura.
MacBeth had a certain ally, present at the summit actually, who would know precisely how the aura would work, and if there were a way to get it to work against Moone. Its name was Xemf, or rather, it was Xemf and Xemf was it, in an identity that went infinitely deeper than names. Xemf was Xemf, would be Xemf, and could only ever be Xemf. If Xemf were to ever open up a fortune cookie, its fortune would read Xemf, because Xemf was Xemf's destiny.
[MacBeth made his way to the place where] Xemf had been monitoring Moone's escape, and [encountered.] Xemf had been in its current form, infiltrated into the agency, ever since MacBeth's [killing] and Moone's escape of a month ago, and seeing Xemf in such a state was still something of an odd thrill.
[Xemf derides MacBeth for letting Moone learn about the NOC list, and possibly settles on a change of plan, giving a not-so-subtle hint that he wouldn't get off so lightly if MacBeth were to screw up so badly again. MacBeth tells Xemf about the vision of Moone in the aural plane, and Xemf interprets it correctly as Moone's using Pontifex's aura to invert his boon and bane, using his enhanced boon to cover the bane. Xemf hints that such a system is unstable, and that they can also flip the enhanced boon and bane around the other way, bombarding Moone with an assault of magical enemies while also causing him to be able to fail. The Pontifex truly is powerful, and could represent a tremendous threat to the Brotherhood. But of course it would be a shame to let such power go to waste. Xemf states that the Brotherhood would be able to slow Moone down, using their own powerful means, but that it was on MacBeth's shoulders to find a way to track him down and take him out, in his delayed state. The meeting ends, and Xemf slinks back into the shadows.]
MacBeth shuddered. Xemf had such a familiar form, yet it spoke such cold words. Xemf was a subtle one, full of plans and counterplans, schemes and counterschemes, but its loyalty to the cause was [unquestionable,] and its advice was [flawless.]
MacBeth entered back into the hallway, pushed open the stairwell door, and began to seek out Gef. He would offer up his own suggestions, which Gef would listen to and implement, for how to track Moone down. Meanwhile, though, MacBeth had a few, deeper, plans of his own. To get to Moone first, before the agency could. To shut him down, independently. And now, thanks to Xemf's suggestion, to recruit the Pontifex to the side of the Brotherhood.
As MacBeth made his way down the stairs, he pulled out a pocketwatch, the same one from the [thing established earlier,] and flipped it open, studying the odd complexity of the twisting dials. He flipped it closed again, and burst out into the lobby where Gef would be waiting for him. Yes, MacBeth had a plan.
It was time to get to work.
MacBeth sighed-- oh well, he had brought it upon himself, in refusing to take the shelter that MacBeth's brotherhood had proffered. Still, in doing so, he had made himself something of a nuisance. And, of course, escaped. Moone knew too much. Maybe everything. Probably not, but with Moone one could never be too careful. He had to be taken down, as soon as possible. But how?
MacBeth had explained to, whom he had thought was the Mothman, the mystery of the mechanism by which Moone had covered his tide up, making him impossible to trace. That was true- as many of the alleged mysteries regarding Moone's escape were actually because MacBeth was the perpetrator, there was still the [unexplainedness] of that strange transmutation of his aura.
Or rather, there had been. Moone had been inside the aural plane with MacBeth, and MacBeth could bring his mind's eye back now to look at Moone's appearance. He was strange, frightening. Like the multifaced creatures that had appeared to Ezekiel in his vision.
Fortunately, MacBeth knew how those particular angels worked. It was all symbolic, of course- but it was a literal recording of the symbolic appearance of the angels as they manifested in the aural plane. The same with Moone's appearance, here. Three faces, he must have had three auras on. His own, the Pontifex's, and what must have been the Mothman's, the real Mothman's. The Necronomicon had, when Moone had somehow gained entrance, read the three auras as having been only one, so there must have been some order to it, some structure granted wholly by the Pontifex's aura.
MacBeth had a certain ally, present at the summit actually, who would know precisely how the aura would work, and if there were a way to get it to work against Moone. Its name was Xemf, or rather, it was Xemf and Xemf was it, in an identity that went infinitely deeper than names. Xemf was Xemf, would be Xemf, and could only ever be Xemf. If Xemf were to ever open up a fortune cookie, its fortune would read Xemf, because Xemf was Xemf's destiny.
[MacBeth made his way to the place where] Xemf had been monitoring Moone's escape, and [encountered.] Xemf had been in its current form, infiltrated into the agency, ever since MacBeth's [killing] and Moone's escape of a month ago, and seeing Xemf in such a state was still something of an odd thrill.
[Xemf derides MacBeth for letting Moone learn about the NOC list, and possibly settles on a change of plan, giving a not-so-subtle hint that he wouldn't get off so lightly if MacBeth were to screw up so badly again. MacBeth tells Xemf about the vision of Moone in the aural plane, and Xemf interprets it correctly as Moone's using Pontifex's aura to invert his boon and bane, using his enhanced boon to cover the bane. Xemf hints that such a system is unstable, and that they can also flip the enhanced boon and bane around the other way, bombarding Moone with an assault of magical enemies while also causing him to be able to fail. The Pontifex truly is powerful, and could represent a tremendous threat to the Brotherhood. But of course it would be a shame to let such power go to waste. Xemf states that the Brotherhood would be able to slow Moone down, using their own powerful means, but that it was on MacBeth's shoulders to find a way to track him down and take him out, in his delayed state. The meeting ends, and Xemf slinks back into the shadows.]
MacBeth shuddered. Xemf had such a familiar form, yet it spoke such cold words. Xemf was a subtle one, full of plans and counterplans, schemes and counterschemes, but its loyalty to the cause was [unquestionable,] and its advice was [flawless.]
MacBeth entered back into the hallway, pushed open the stairwell door, and began to seek out Gef. He would offer up his own suggestions, which Gef would listen to and implement, for how to track Moone down. Meanwhile, though, MacBeth had a few, deeper, plans of his own. To get to Moone first, before the agency could. To shut him down, independently. And now, thanks to Xemf's suggestion, to recruit the Pontifex to the side of the Brotherhood.
As MacBeth made his way down the stairs, he pulled out a pocketwatch, the same one from the [thing established earlier,] and flipped it open, studying the odd complexity of the twisting dials. He flipped it closed again, and burst out into the lobby where Gef would be waiting for him. Yes, MacBeth had a plan.
It was time to get to work.
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