[https://sixchanceshome.files.wordpress.com/2023/03/copy-of-o-re-union-3.png?w=1024] [14] Der Eindringling The intruder [https://sixchanceshome.files.wordpress.com/2023/03/copy-of-o-re-union.png?w=300] The truth of ELPIS has been revealed. More truth lies in the Anima-Vitae Hypothesis than initially believed. The lies are still concealed. Olive has obtained his State Conductor’s License and has faced the saint candidate Ilseong Jin. Cadence has tangled with the ELPIS leader Theta, has faced her self-deception, and has possibly made an ally through Francis. Werner has confronted the now deceased True Conductor Fritz von Spiel and has learned to place his trust in subordinates in exchange of his superiors. Maria has encountered several True Conductors, has suffered her first defeat through her loss of Conta, has found her light, and has focused on a new goal. Atienna has strayed back and forth before realizing the things she holds dear and has faced not only the now deceased True Conductor Yulia Kriska but also the True Conductor hunter Cvetka Akulova. Jericho has moved forward in his goal of eliminating ELPIS after having killed Omega. But he now finds himself at a crossroads as he realizes he has let ELPIS slip through his fingers numerous times. Although his mind is still focused, he has started to wonder what will come afterwards. At the end of his journey from the Twin Cities, his application to the ELPIS Investigation Department was approved by Leona herself. In the background, however, the saint candidate of Scorpio—the Saint of Passion—has stolen the reins away from Leona. Two months have passed since the ELPIS incident in the Twin Cities, and now the Saint of Passion focuses in on Capricorn… [https://sixchanceshome.files.wordpress.com/2023/03/1.png?w=1024] Ungewöhnliche Aktivität » Unusual activity, unrecorded [https://sixchanceshome.files.wordpress.com/2023/03/4-1.png?w=1024]
Werner Waltz. Born January 1st. Blood type A. Vision, 20/6.6 in both eyes. Height, 193 cm. Weight, 90.1 kg. Ambidextrous. Personality type, ISTJ-Turbulent, changing. Parents, alive. Siblings, elder brother and younger sister, alive.
Occupation, First Lieutenant of the 212th Division of the Border Force of the Capricornian Army. Nicknamed, ‘Cold Eye’ or ‘Kaltes Auge.’ Badges awarded; Iron Horn, Periwinkle Cross, Border Force Combat Clasps, Order of Duty [Rank II], Badge of Marksmanship [Rank V], Border Force Saturn Ring of Honor for Valor.
Described by superiors as “efficient, accomplished, hardworking, orderly, pragmatic, driven, loyal, professional.” Described by subordinates as “strict, skilled, unyielding, cold, intimidating, focused, rational,” and “occasionally, surprisingly kind.”
Unusual activity: involvement in dismantlement of Aquarian-Capricornian border conflict, presence in Twin Cities during large-scale ELPIS-related event, association with deceased True Conductor Fritz von Spiel, association with deceased 98th Pi Erwin Ersatz.
Probability of being a True Conductor, 89%.
Probability of disrupting syzygy, 1%. Reason, obedient and cautious. When adjusting for influence from connected parties if assumption of being True Conductor holds, 56%. Reason, obedient but cautious. Resulting course of action…?
Turning over this particular topic in mind, the Saint of Passion spun his pen in hand as he studied the bulletin board on the wall across from him. The red strings crisscrossing the clusters of newspapers, photographs, and sticky notes there glowed in the light sauntering through the partially drawn blinds.
“What’s the best way to steal sheep and a guard dog from a shepherd?”
The woman sitting straight-backed beside the bulletin board remained silent.
“A sheep is mindless. A dog is loyal.” He flipped his pen. “Therefore, the correct answer is not to directly deal with either of them. The best thing to do is to break the shepherd.”
Again, silence.
“… Having a law that makes it so that conductors allotted to a country is inversely proportional to their vitae reservoirs was truly an ingenious strategy. A sensible, cruel law,” the saint candidate continued. “But it’s not enough. Capricorn isn’t in the state it should be in. Their vitae reservoirs are...”
“Capricorn has only one major reservoir,” the woman finally spoke. “Near the border with Aquarius. Additional reservoirs are forming along the south.”
“When was the last major conflict again?”
“The Aquarian-Capricornian border conflict—”
“That was barely a conflict. How many died?”
“Approximately 150 Capricornians and 240 Aquarians.”
“Definitely not enough…” He let out a sigh. “Oh, Capricorn—a country graduated from war but still relishing in it. From the failed Watch to the southern borders shared with Argo to the eastern borders shared with Aquarius.” His lips curled. “Well… if they wish for war, then let’s give them a civil one, shall we?”
Rising from his sofa, the Saint of Passion glided over to the bulletin board and uncapped his pen.
“Let’s seat the audience, set the actors on stage, and yell ‘fire’!”
With vehement glee, he drew large arcs across the map that was pressed flat below all of the photos, strings, articles. Over and over again he went at it until the tip of his pen snapped off and struck the window blinds. Dark blue ink dripped from his hands and trailed down the walls.
“Can you hear it? It’s almost here.”
Panting, he took a step back to admire his masterpiece.
“The pulse of the syzygy…”
A knock on the door drew his attention away.
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
“I suppose we can take a lunch break.”
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SERPENS ESTABLISHMENT, OPHIUCHUS
“Partner, it’s good to see you! I haven’t heard from you in days!”
Upon entering Gabrielle’s office, Ophiucian peacekeeper Jericho was met with this exclamation. He chose to remain unmoving as Talib Al-Jarrah fervently shook him by the shoulders. He did not remain still out of discomfort. He simply did not want to drop the stack of files he carried in both hands.
“I thought the Organization almost had you for sure!” Talib continued, gesturing widely towards the occupied sofas before them. He curled his hand into a fist. “Recently, they’ve installed this diabolical device in the cafeteria that transmits strange sounds in up and down undulations in between stretches of static. Now, listen here, Jericho. I’ve done my research. Those sounds send subliminal messages right to our brainstems and increase our aggression so that we go at each other’s throats! It’s a ploy to dismantle our Ophiuchus!”
Jericho cocked his head. Interesting supposition. Intuition: tinfoil hat conspiracy theory.
“Saints! You mean the radio, Talib?” Ferris sighed from her usual spot to the left of the island table. Her lunch today was a tuna sandwich which she paused her exasperation to munch on. “I’m actually glad that they’ve finally installed one there. It’s been so… quiet since what happened down at the detention center.” She glanced at Wtorek Elizabeta who sat silent beside her before clearing her throat. “There’s that new singer I really like. Alma Miraggio. Her song ‘Red Fern’ is so good! I wish I could carry it with me everywhere! She’s on a tour, right? I wish she’d stop by here.”
Red was also the color of Ferris’s hair now. She had dyed it three times in the past week and had settled on this color for two days so far. Jericho conjectured it would last two more days.
“Oh, my sweet naive Ferris.” Talib shook his head, detaching from Jericho’s side. “Your innocent trust of the public is—”
“Don’t call me that please, Talib.” Ferris sighed again.
“That is a bit absurd, Talib,” came the reply from the sofa opposite. “Even for you.”
Doctor Alice Kingsley sat there nibbling on her usual fruit salad. She had gotten a short haircut recently, and her blonde hair now fell well above her ears. Although Jericho liked the new haircut, he did not like how it made it more difficult for him to escape her mind-reading eyes. No bangs to curtain her gaze. Everything, clear.
Talib joined her on the sofa while continuing on about how sound waves could change brain patterns. Alice rebutted every one of his theories.
Again, their luncheon was missing three of its formal members. First, there was Roberto Gonzalez who was still investigating a case in Capricorn. Then there was Moerani, still ensnared in the busiest department of Ophiuchus: the Licensing Department. Lastly, there was Flannery Caertas. Jericho had recently discovered the reason behind her nickname “money bags.”
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Flannery’s parents were from an old family in Libra with a lineage extending well before the Reservoir War. Her “great-to-infinity”— as she’d put it—grandparents started one of the first conductor-manufacturing-slash-research companies in Signum. The business was passed down for generations and produced 2/3 of the conductors—generator and weaponized—currently in circulation.
Flannery was in the process of inheriting the company herself and had taken a trip down to Capricorn to attend a diplomatic convention regarding the distribution of said conductors. But this was not of interest to Jericho—although the family company name was…. unique.
Pure Balance, it was called.
Upon learning of Flannery’s ‘secret’ identity, Jericho had been bombarded left-and-right with questions from Olivier. The questions were filled with the prince’s indignation on how Jericho had not realized such a ‘high-up’ person could be in his presence.
“You’re a prince, kid,” Cadence had said in response to that. “Ain’t that even higher up?”
Werner had also shown interest in Flannery’s status. But Jericho suspected his intentions were not as academically-inclined as Olivier’s.
“So,” Gabrielle drew after a yawn from where sat at her cornerstone desk, “how’s the new department treating you?”
Jericho took his usual position beside Ferris and set his stack of files onto the island table. Alice stared into him the entire time.
Alice had made her displeasure and disappointment regarding his choice to enter the ELPIS Investigations Department upon his acceptance known at every one of their sessions. Yet she still spoke with him ‘pleasantly.’ She would move on from the unpleasant topic after voicing her disapproval of it and would address other topics such as his journaling and his daily activities.
This was just concern, Jericho had learned. It always had been.
“I have not been put on any cases,” he replied. “Paperwork. Deskwork. Only that.” He pointed to the paper stack. “A lot of that.”
“And…” Wtorek Elizabeta peered at him over Ferris and then eyed the files. “Are any of the files…”
“They mention attempts to find Gamma,” Jericho answered. “But they do not mention contact with him.” He paused, thinking. “It is supposed to be confidential.”
“Keyword is ‘supposed to be,’ right?” Gabrielle returned, leaning back in her seat. She closed her eyes and remained silent for a very long time before she tried, “And Leona?”
“Has not contacted me since accepting my application.”
“Well, she is first chair of the ELPIS Investigation Department.” Gabrielle sighed. “It’d be weird if she kept tabs on you.”
“Well, I say we should all enjoy the reprieve from all of the cases we’ve been bombarded with since that ELPIS debacle, partner,” Talib interjected, arms crossed behind his head. “That way we can focus on what’s truly important. That nefarious radio—”
“Actually…” Ferris nibbled on her sandwich again before she finally said, “I hate to be the bearer of bad news but the Assignment Department is starting to see an influx of requests and cases. We’re handing out over three dozen assignments starting tomorrow.”
Talib lifted his hat to scratch his curly dark head. “This wouldn’t happen to be due to the diplomatic conductor convention going on in Capricorn, would it?”
Gabrielle answered, “Sort of. A couple of agents from International Relations are already in the Capricornian capital overseeing it in light of what happened in the Zatmeniye Caverns in Aquarius two months ago.” She rolled her neck. “The main problem is that there’s a political organization that’s starting to make some noise in the capital because of that. Verbundene Augen—”
“Connected Eyes,” Jericho translated to Common. He did not like that word. Rather, that organization. Correction: Werner did not like it.
She nodded. “It’s a party supporting demilitarization of Capricorn that formed after the Capricornian Watch was made known to the public. No ELPIS ties from what we’re aware of…”
Jericho nodded his head in confirmation.
“They’ve been around for a while, but they’ve become popular recently,” Gabrielle continued after offering Jericho a nod back. “They’re planning a demonstration around the same time as the convention. The Capricornian government requested Ophiuchus to give ‘em a bit of a gander. So, here we are.”
“Haven’t been to Capricorn on a case in sometime…” Talib mused, rubbing his chin. “Well, Gabrielle, hopefully we’re assigned together. It gets quite lonely without someone there to appreciate my ideas.”
“I’m assuming, Talib—” Alice arched a brow. “—that you’re referring to how agents outside of ourselves tend to evaluate you in a negative light when you go on about your conspiracy theories?”
“Theories that will soon become fact!”
Jericho frowned.
He… missed going out on cases with Talib. The feeling was similar to how he’d miss Werner when the man would lower synchronization to focus on his operations or how he’d miss Atienna when she did similarly to focus on diplomatic meetings.
A knock on the door cut the conversation short.
“I got it!” Ferris rose from her seat, rounded the table, opened the door.
An agent wearing a cap that read DELIVERY SERVICE stood there holding a large wooden basket filled with festively wrapped boxes that were buried beneath a mound of envelopes. Letters.
“Heard you all usually hang out together,” the man said, “so thought I might as well bring everything at once.”
“Oh!” Ferris brightened, taking the basket from him and beaming. “Thank you!”
The man tipped his hat and left down the hall.
“Is it a mistake?” Jericho asked, staring.
“No, silly.” Ferris laughed lightly as she walked over and set the basket on the island table. “People always send letters to peacekeepers after they complete cases. They come in such volume that the Communications Department usually sends them all in bulk semi-annually to save time.”
Send letters?
“They’re ‘thank you’ letters,” Alice elaborated. “You started taking cases officially near the end of the last lettering season which is why you haven’t received any before now.” She leaned forward and selected an envelope from the basket.
To Alice was written in swirling Common letters.
Elizabeta silently pulled out a letter addressed to her and skimmed it without expression. After shooting her a sympathetic look, Ferris plucked a stack of envelopes from the basket, paced over to Jericho, and handed him half as she took a seat beside him. She flashed him a smile before digging through her own letters.
Ferris had been very ‘friendly’ to him recently. Intuition told him she still felt bad about voicing her fear of him to Roberto. Unneeded. He had told her it was okay before. But he understood her. Almost. She did not want misunderstandings. She wanted to improve their relationship. Relatable.
Jericho glanced left to see Alice already peeling open the envelope and scanning the letter inside. Jericho moved forward to do the same. Gingerly, carefully, he undid the first envelope which was cream-colored and hosted a stamp featuring a crab.
There was a small piece of wrapped candy inside paired with a thin, folded letter. It read inked in black:
Dear Agent Jericho,
You probably don’t remember me, but I do remember you. I was the man who was manipulated into fighting you in Lepischau, Cancer. Thank you for your heroic actions on that day. I cannot put into words how terrible it feels to be manipulated. I feared the worst. I thought I would never see my family again. I thought I would be killed by the pursuers of the Manipulator. But you saw me. Saved me.
There are not enough words to express how grateful I am for your help either. I will always remember you, Monsieur Jericho.
I own a small but very renowned candy store within Lepischau that has been awarded numerous Cancerian golden stars. Within this envelope, I have sent you one of our finest confections made from the sugar trees of Virgo (Quite rare, and since Virgo is just beginning to open its doors to trade, you will taste nothing like it!) and the milk of the finest Taurusian cow. We only make twenty of these a year. I hope you find it to your liking even though I know it will not be enough. Thank you again.
Sincerely,
Leize Artigue
Jericho unwrapped the confection and popped it into his mouth. It melted like honey on his tongue. He knew Olive enjoyed the phantom taste, although he believed he himself enjoyed the letter more.
That’s lovely, Jericho, came Atienna. Since they had improved their control over synchronization levels within the past few weeks, she always hovered within a reachable distance. You should frame it. The letter, of course.
Yes. Jericho supposed he would. If it was customary. It was important too. It was his first.
He folded the letter gingerly and slipped it into his pocket before reaching for another one. The next envelope was dark blue and sealed with paraffin wax. A small card rested inside it with a singular sentence penned in blue ink.
I’ve got my eye on you! ❤
Beneath it was a cartoonish drawing of a pair of eyes. One was closed as if winking. The other was almond-shaped with three eyelashes protruding from its top.
“Looks like you’ve got a secret admirer!” Talib crowed, leaning over the table to peer at the card. “Quite the swooner, you are!”
“Secret admirer?” Jericho stared. “Why would they keep it secret? They are hiding something. A threat.”
“No, they just really like you, Jericho,” Ferris amended, carefully peeling open another envelope.
“I know.” Jericho stared down at the card and then back up at her. “It was a joke.”
“Oh!” Ferris’s eyes widened for a second before her face lit up and her cheeks became a rosy pink. She chuckled squeakily, like a mouse.
Cadence and Olivier had been providing him tutorials on humour. ‘Sarcastic’ and ‘dry’ were his favorite types from what they had shown him.
Ferris continued to chuckle, wiping a tear from her eye.
It was… pretty, Jericho thought. The shade of her cheeks. He wanted to sketch that color in his journal. Though—he realized now—he’d never used color in his drawings before.
It’s a good time to start.
Yes, it was.
A dull pain suddenly pricked the base of his right hand. When he studied the area, he found split leather and an open wound that ran across a pale, bleeding palm.
Werner?
He blinked.
The mirage disappeared. His dark skin remained unblemished and ungloved beneath the overhead lights.
Yes. A minor injury on Werner’s end, it seemed. No problem—
But then Jericho felt nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
Not the rain drizzling down in the capital of Capricorn, not the cold moonlight spilling through the trees at the southern Argoan-Capricornian border, not the soot and salt of the Twin Cities, not the creaks of an old library, not a single buzz at the back of his mind.
Silence.
Something was…
A clattering sound drew his attention away. Talib had tripped over the desk, sending all the letters he had been carrying fluttering into the air. They cascaded downwards in a psychedelic, hypnotic, rainbow array, occasionally catching glow from the overhead v-lights. Like rain. Tumbling down. Like how Jericho himself had tumbled down those stairs all those months ago.
Alice stared at him. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Jericho replied.
The truth.
Absolute silence.
There was nothing.
A falling letter landed at his feet. In curling dark blue letters, it read—
I will enter.
Pinpricks dotted Jericho’s vision as his knees suddenly gave way. He stumbled forward as he lost his footing. His knees cracked against the floor first followed by his shoulder and then his head.
Someone shouted in alarm.
He did not feel pain. Not really. Just numbness along his head, neck, limbs. In other words, he could not move an inch. But. This sensation. It was the same. The same as how he’d felt when Omega had pushed him down the stairs of the Serpens Establishment before this all began. The only difference was that this time he was not alone. Faces ringed above him as his vision dimmed.
He would not succumb to this, he knew.
He clenched his fists tightly as the memory of lying in a pool of his own blood at the bottom of the steps of the Serpens Establishment seeped into his mind.
Not until he’d reached the answer. Not until then. He had to hold on.
"Gratitude Baskets are now being accepted within the Serpens Establishment of Ophiuchus. Citizens of Signum, you may now send letters and gifts to peacekeepers who have aided you in the past and to whom you wish to provide appreciative compensation. All gratitude items are to be sent to the Communications Department of Ophiuchus accompanied by the properly completed forms. Due to high volume, gifts may not arrive to the designated peacekeeping agent until several months after the submission date. Please note there are restrictions to this service and certain items cannot be given. For more information please check Article 13.41.1 of the Ophiuchus Informational Packet." - Ophiuchus Informational Packet, circa 1935 [https://sixchanceshome.files.wordpress.com/2023/03/5.png?w=1024]