tickleironysjudgment | The Preamble Becons| Scene One: Act One

[The camera opens to some slight shifting as it traces the path of the ethereal being it has been pointed at, there is a slight bit of delay and the furious sound of a pen on paper in the very near background. Anima, a Misdreavous, is eagerly flitting about somewhere in Goldenrod while a certain mad scientist is taking notes.]

...not entirely unlike their p-p-power, however so very different in so very profoundly many ways. So many subspecies with infinitely many different potential uses and talents. A nearly inexhaustible amount of resources here for research...

[The camera pauses as Anima is now staring directly into it and beyond it. It makes a few cries, then passes through the camera and begins to do...something. Immediately the camera shifts wildly in various directions and Agnus makes a very obvious noise of irritation.]

Anima. Anima! Return that at once, you m-m-m-miserable phantom! Anima! I am p-p-perfectly aware of where I need to be.

[Cut to Agnus' face, sans monocle, noticeably irritated. Anima hovers around him enthusiastically.]

It was my assumption that these strange c-creatures would prove vastly less unwieldy to a keen wit and immovable will. They most certainly do not. [He reaches out and snatches the monocle back up from the creature when it is unexpected, then places it back on his face calmly.]

If any members of the O-order of t-t-the Sword are present on this band, I advise you to contact me immediately. Chief Alchemist Agnus, reporting. Awaiting c-c-c-contact, over and out. [The broadcast cuts out, but the link is left open for contact.]

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They truly do seem quite a multifaceted species. Yes, yes I suppose I will then. If you will forgive me dwelling on the part, Kyrie, I believe I can use what I learned from the Order to benefit others here. Perhaps it will do me well, yes?

[He, of course, neglects to mention Team Rocket in that entire statement.]

Yes, I think it would be for the best if you sought to help others. [ It might be enough to shut Nero up. ] I spend my time doing that and it hardly feels as though it is a chore.

I have a very long road ahead of me, then...

[He sighs and turns away from the camera for a few moments. Anima- his Misdreavous- begins to make a call from nearby and directs his attention to the clock.]

Ah...Yes, Anima. Very well...

[He turns back to Kyrie.]

I'm t-t-terribly sorry to cut this short, Kyrie, but I have to meet someone shortly. May the Sa-...

[Another pause. Agnus expression shifts between a number of frustrated, confused, thoughtful, and eventually sheepish sort of faces.]

P-p-please keep yourself safe until we meet again.

[ Kyrie can't help it when she gives him a kind smile in return. Some habits were hard to break, but from this conversation alone, she can tell that he wished her no harm. ]

I shall. [ She'll wave with her other hand. ] Take care yourself.

Thank you, Kyrie. Until next we meet.

[With a nod, Agnus closes the communication channel between them and continues with his work.]

The Preamble Becons| Scene One: Act One

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