The laugh rolling out of Octavius was an ugly one.
It wasn't the laugh of a being who had lost control. It was measured, scholarly, and almost delighted! He waved his hands upward as if surrendering to a tide he couldn't turn back, the gesture so disarming it nearly sold itself as sincere.
"Alright, big guy."
His smile held the brilliance of a host welcoming a long-anticipated guest.
"You are far too complex for us little things. Which table would you like my body on so you can take a look? Whichever arrangement suits your research methodology, I'm happy to oblige. I have preferences myself, but I'm willing to be flexible on my preferences today."
...!
Something shifted in the weavings around the island.
|Warning: Civilizational Weaving of Unity has been detected.|
|The weaving is infused into the ambient Infinity and is attempting to propagate along contact vectors. Targets: Noah Osmont. Naldine Manthon. THE Living Emotive.|
