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Global: January 30th, 05:00 - February 20th, 2025, 04:59 (UTC-5)
Seek the truth of the memories from the intel sent by Moth.
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- White Rum's Travelogue
- The Overcast October
- Into the Rainforest
- Mane's Bulletin - Breaking Catastrophe
- Anecdote - A Day Plotted Logarithmically & A Night Without End
- Memo: Prepare for Victory!
- Irresistible Bait: Like Dust to Critters
Mask On
| Scales, eyespots, and wingbeats | |
| They whisper secrets | |
| Flying out from memories into thoughts |
Moth Code
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The scratches on the back of my hand still sting faintly. How am I supposed to discipline this new arrival? I heard she's a succubus and needs special treatment, but I don't know anything about succubi. Does she eat bread? ---------------------------------------------------- The succubus has been incessantly searching for a child's toy like some kind of destructive six-year-old. I knew those enchanting tales of Mata Hari were false; the succubi don't possess any of that supposed innate charm. What I need right now isn't the determination of a strong man, but a full set of scratch-proof equipment. | |||||||
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The Guiding One is gone, and all we're left with is a preacher who has suddenly appeared. The "Storm" didn't take us to a brighter past, and now we must abandon it for an unclear new ritual. Perhaps we've failed, and this biting cold is our punishment. I have a question, but who can answer it? ---------------------------------------------------- "Don't worry so much, friend. How could the Guiding One die?" My companion strolls through the snow like a carefree Siberian pony. "She's so powerful and wise-surely she has her reasons." His response is hardly satisfactory. ---------------------------------------------------- "She is simply bearing our suffering in our place. This is just a step toward transcending her mortal body. When the day comes, she will be reborn from the depths and bring about a new order. For now, all we have to do is gather materials for the new ritual." His lengthy speech, as always, still does not explain why I'm hauling volcanic stones in this frozen wasteland. ---------------------------------------------------- I can't understand what the disciples and believers are thinking, but I do envy them. While the believers are simple-minded, they're fearless, and the disciples have no sense of self, so they have no worries. While I tend to my wounds, they devote themselves to their faith. Maybe they're the ones who have truly passed the trials, while I am just a failure. ---------------------------------------------------- If this continues, my confusion will inevitably overwhelm me. Perhaps it's time to put my faith to the test. Whether I succeed or fail, at least I'll be able to follow the Guiding One with conviction. | |||||||
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The believer who went to San Francisco has returned, and I have so many questions for him. How are the others doing? Can we still operate under the guise of the Order of Enlightenment? Who is the beautiful woman who brought him back? And why on earth is he holding that ugly, bizarre tin toy? If only the man could still talk. ---------------------------------------------------- "Kill! Kill, kill!" Well, at least he's still spirited. I'd bet Matheus gave him an order to kill before fleeing. Better stay away-both the weapon in his right hand and the toy in his left look painful. ---------------------------------------------------- The beauty who brought that believer back came to see him again. Her care for him is truly meticulous. Each "kill" is followed with a round of tender consolation. But I see right through her; it's clear that woman has ulterior motives. What could he possibly give her in his state? That ugly tin toy in his hand? This whole thing is in poor taste. ---------------------------------------------------- Ms. Grace visited us in person! She shook each and every one of our hands! I have to say, there's quite a bit of difference between the apostles-Matheus would never have greeted us this way. Oh! Even the fellow who always yells "kill" was moved enough to extend his hand! ---------------------------------------------------- The one who kept yelling "kill" is dead. Perhaps his mind was so occupied with that single word that he failed to notice the cliff edge beneath him ... Sorting through his belongings was such a hassle. His prized tin toy-where did it go? It's nowhere to be found. Maybe he didn't bring it with him today. | |||||||
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That voice, it echoes endlessly in my mind. Her promises have all been empty-I can't see any of the beautiful visions of her promised era. But when she calls my name, her voice is so gentle. So, I suppose my name must be ... ---------------------------------------------------- Names mean nothing to me. I am merely a believer. The rising rain tore through my era, and this mask taken from a corpse became my salvation. The lady in the mask knows my sins, and she accepts me without hesitation. This voice is my only shelter now. ---------------------------------------------------- Humans took away our names, merely referring to us as arcanists. This rain is the tool through which their sins will be washed away. All should be as it is-yet the Preacher claims that the rain is a mistake ... O, great Guiding One, is it as she says? If so, then let us correct this mistake and return to the promised era. ---------------------------------------------------- People call us the Apostles Brotherhood. We follow in the footsteps of the Sufferer, bearing pain to save humanity. But humanity is ignorant and stubborn; there must be an angel to guide them. Like this lady's gospel, under her guidance, we have learned to seek common ground despite our differences, and the Apostles Brotherhood will share the glory with Manus Vindictae. ---------------------------------------------------- That beam of light appears so radiant. The secret I need might lie within it. But where are my wings? How can these ugly limbs take flight? And where is the guidance of my antennae ... Oh, I'm not a moth; I am only a person. | |||||||
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Prolonged exposure to the moth-attracting environment has started to cause severe mental disturbances. To ensure my personality remains intact, I am halting this phototaxis study for now and compiling an interim report. ---------------------------------------------------- Most Manus Vindictae followers don't understand succubus ecology. Their primary sustenance isn't bread or adult humans. They feed on human desires and emotions, consuming human foods like turkey as a substitute when emotions are scarce. ---------------------------------------------------- The confirmation of Arcana's death dealt a major blow to Manus Vindictae. As a result, they have altered some of their objectives. Their main aim has shifted from accelerating the "Storm" to preparing some kind of ritual, the exact purpose of which is unknown. However, based on the intel provided by Moth, it is speculated that the ritual will be held somewhere in a high-latitude region. High-latitude areas will be prioritized for investigation. ---------------------------------------------------- Manus Vindictae's lower-ranking members have failed to recognize the significance of a contract object to a succubus. The victor's control over a succubus is absolute, but this is often overlooked in the process of multiple contract transfers. The most recent known holder of the contract object was the apostle "Ms. Grace," who brought it to Texas, USA. ---------------------------------------------------- As for supplementary information on this intelligence, corroborating with Zeno's report on the Tuesday's Motel investigation, the contract object was indeed found among Officer Stefen's belongings at the time. Admiral Igor never sent it back to the headquarters, however. When the Timekeeper was investigating Stefen's death, a thorough search of his belongings revealed no sign of what should have been a very conspicuous contract object, leading to the assumption that the contract object was placed among Stefen's belongings after the Timekeeper's departure. | |||||||
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