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Guys, the forth voice is the Interlocutor, not Lantern. That why we got it's POV from the last update with Hand, the R-Train reporting on the Leviathan, and then Valkyrie.
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Well glad that's settled.
I think we were hung up on the whole "trying to smooth out a sheet" description and Lantern's just... generally high level of anxiety.
I think we were hung up on the whole "trying to smooth out a sheet" description and Lantern's just... generally high level of anxiety.
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Ah. Huh. I thought the Interlocutor would have been the First Voice, as a sort of weird avatar of the Leviathan.
The intrigue of this quest deepens!
Parabola
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(Kill Six Billion Demons style boss subtitles)
...and Bearer of the word VALIANT
...and Bearer of the word VALIANT
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eYe Gaze baCk
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I'm surprised people still think Lantern's a voice when it was basically spelled out for us; the reason we were given R-Train's perspective is cause of Leviathan's reaction really, the First of the Voices. I just think of Lantern as an extension of Hand once I saw the update and it confirmed Interlocutor as the 4th Voice.
Kind of puts into perspective how both are described before and what we know now.
Kind of puts into perspective how both are described before and what we know now.
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...rereading that second part.
Hand was human but now isn't.
The Interlocutor is a facsimile of a human playing at the real thing.
Hand was human but now isn't.
The Interlocutor is a facsimile of a human playing at the real thing.
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So Four Voices are Leviathan, Valkyrie, Hand and Interlocutor.
.....
We are going to end up blowing up the world.
Valkyrie the agent of instability
Interlocutor agent of chaos
Hand agent of Malevolence
Leviathan agent of annihilation.
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We are going to end up blowing up the world.
Valkyrie the agent of instability
Interlocutor agent of chaos
Hand agent of Malevolence
Leviathan agent of annihilation.
Parabola
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I can't speak for anyone other than myself, but I only assumed Lantern was the Fourth voice because she refers to Hand as her dad and Nora says the fourth voice is like if you made a human out of the third voice's melted bits.
But yeah, the Interlocutor makes more sense.
But yeah, the Interlocutor makes more sense.
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Due respect..... We had no idea what Hand was.
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You still kind of don't. For now!
Justice for All, and Mercy for One -- spiderhellian
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Justice for All, and Mercy for One
The stage is a strange place. It's a place where the idea of one world and one moment in that world grows murky, and realms and moments can so easily blur together. It's a place where belief becomes manifest, and wishing can indeed make it so.
So be careful what you wish for.
There is a cord that was once a woman's connection to the stage. It had constantly thrummed with power, its wires bearing edicts that shaped the lives of countless thousands. It was stretched and constantly channeled, and while the woman who bore it may have been nearly burnt to a crisp by what that meant, the powerlines themselves hummed on unchanging.
Those wires thrummed almost every hour of every day, before that last fateful, fruitless, day. A day when the whole Stage rippled, and when so many of those connected to it went quiet forevermore.
The lines went still, the power shuddered to a halt, those who came from dust returned to dust.
Until.
Until the day a woman's voice rippled through a chorus. Desperate, but demanding. Plaintive, but persistent. A voice that struck with the force of an explosive, and could not be denied.
In its wake, those well-worn lines once again rippled with power, as another woman answered the call.
Sing, O Bitter Muse, of all things that power wrought, of butterflies with wings torn asunder. For I shall not. Instead, I will focus on one moment, when the power thrummed with the thoughts and memories of the woman who bore it once, and what she saw and what she did.
Through eyes not her own, the woman saw a boy she loved. And, as with everyone she had loved, a boy she had failed. And who -- obviously, unavoidably, uncontrovertibly -- had been failed in turn by the person she inhabited now.
Through ears not her own, the woman heard a cry from a realm far distant. She did not know how it was borne to the stage, or who delivered it, or why it pierced the veil that seperates audience from actor. But she heard it nonetheless -- "what is needed... is outside pressure...", "...on Noelle..."
Most of the woman's once-formidable might was being channeled in that explosion of power. But with what will she had, she met the boy's eyes. She gave him a faint smile.
In a voice not her own, she said, "You, too, can be more. I believe in you, Silvio." His gaze on the body that was not her own sharpened, and the heart that was not her own skipped a beat.
She needed to say something more. A burnt-down bridge is not spanned by a dozen words. But then she was fading, going, gone.
She heard the audience's jeers as she returned to the chorus. That was nothing new, however, and nothing to rival the vitriol she hurled at herself. She had answered the plea in front of her, and delivered justice as best she could.
For the first time, she had delivered mercy too.
Thankfully, Justiciar is there to open our eyes.
...At some point I'll stop the shameless JustGold shipping. But that day is not today!
The stage is a strange place. It's a place where the idea of one world and one moment in that world grows murky, and realms and moments can so easily blur together. It's a place where belief becomes manifest, and wishing can indeed make it so.
So be careful what you wish for.
There is a cord that was once a woman's connection to the stage. It had constantly thrummed with power, its wires bearing edicts that shaped the lives of countless thousands. It was stretched and constantly channeled, and while the woman who bore it may have been nearly burnt to a crisp by what that meant, the powerlines themselves hummed on unchanging.
Those wires thrummed almost every hour of every day, before that last fateful, fruitless, day. A day when the whole Stage rippled, and when so many of those connected to it went quiet forevermore.
The lines went still, the power shuddered to a halt, those who came from dust returned to dust.
Until.
Until the day a woman's voice rippled through a chorus. Desperate, but demanding. Plaintive, but persistent. A voice that struck with the force of an explosive, and could not be denied.
In its wake, those well-worn lines once again rippled with power, as another woman answered the call.
Sing, O Bitter Muse, of all things that power wrought, of butterflies with wings torn asunder. For I shall not. Instead, I will focus on one moment, when the power thrummed with the thoughts and memories of the woman who bore it once, and what she saw and what she did.
Through eyes not her own, the woman saw a boy she loved. And, as with everyone she had loved, a boy she had failed. And who -- obviously, unavoidably, uncontrovertibly -- had been failed in turn by the person she inhabited now.
Through ears not her own, the woman heard a cry from a realm far distant. She did not know how it was borne to the stage, or who delivered it, or why it pierced the veil that seperates audience from actor. But she heard it nonetheless -- "what is needed... is outside pressure...", "...on Noelle..."
Most of the woman's once-formidable might was being channeled in that explosion of power. But with what will she had, she met the boy's eyes. She gave him a faint smile.
In a voice not her own, she said, "You, too, can be more. I believe in you, Silvio." His gaze on the body that was not her own sharpened, and the heart that was not her own skipped a beat.
She needed to say something more. A burnt-down bridge is not spanned by a dozen words. But then she was fading, going, gone.
She heard the audience's jeers as she returned to the chorus. That was nothing new, however, and nothing to rival the vitriol she hurled at herself. She had answered the plea in front of her, and delivered justice as best she could.
For the first time, she had delivered mercy too.
Silvio is right. There.
Thankfully, Justiciar is there to open our eyes.
...At some point I'll stop the shameless JustGold shipping. But that day is not today!
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We know it ain't pretty. Meat throne and all.
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ThaTrueRealmWalk
A blob of Galaxy, watching you through the Screen.
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Reading the spoiler and um-
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nz7JVTx4IcM
This injected straight into my mind as the theme here, cause why wouldn't it?
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nz7JVTx4IcM
This injected straight into my mind as the theme here, cause why wouldn't it?
All This Fanfare, for Victory Is Ours!
You mean...
You mean that Nat-20 REP check wasn't what little echo we had of Justiciar's diplomacy with Valiant Justice succeeding beyond our wildest expectations?
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So Kyoko is Speaker
Oscar is Augur
Faust is Moon Over Crown
Socialite Butterfly is KEy
The spying Eye is Lantern
The Hand is the meat throne
Star Sun and Fish
Question.... If Socialit e Butterfly survives were we ever going to get the chance to remove Socialite Butterfly fromthe board?
Oscar is Augur
Faust is Moon Over Crown
Socialite Butterfly is KEy
The spying Eye is Lantern
The Hand is the meat throne
Star Sun and Fish
Question.... If Socialit e Butterfly survives were we ever going to get the chance to remove Socialite Butterfly fromthe board?
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No part 5. After this, you're free. I think Eidolon alone will be longer than all of Issue 1 lol
Oh!
Wow, okay, that's a big piece of information. Maybe it was obvious to others, it definitely wasn't obvious to me!
Then based on the line(s) about wax, Hand is probably its progenitor who doesn't understand that? Huh!
So the voice-glimpses are also an avenue for insight on the very perplexing interlocutor. It's fun to have more data on that oh-so-mysterious creature, at least.
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I'm still really unsure of how the Frozen Throne and Catch-22 fit into all the metaphysical stuff.
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Stockpile Nega!Quest will be so freaking out by this, if they weren't freaking out by the fact we utterly beat them and by everything SB has done and can do.
Becuase I see their Eidolon pt. 3 equivalent end about here
Becuase the Truth, Justice and the Horizon Way QM loves evil cliffhangers.
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