~ immediately follows 'The Special Not A Valentine' ~
The general walks the busy sidewalk, civ clothes on, enters the cafe. He sees the table waiting and sits.
General - "So it was you. All along. Just you."
Writer - (Three Days, day three) "No. Not just me. But yeah. Me all along."
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The chapels shakes with a step, the falling dust.
Keeper - "His name was Razil."
Pontifex - "But not anymore."
Keeper - "For all the power in the naming you know, you learn now the power of namelessness. Is that why you changed yours ?"
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Keeper - "Mine is Ashera. His daughter."
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General - "How much of this is actual real ? Truth. What is happening."
Writer - "I'd say the ... scenarios are right but the details are mixed a bit. Or maybe the other way around sometimes, but the overall is accurate."
General - "And the tech ?"
Writer - "Oh yeah."
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The chapel shakes.
Pontifex - Watching her eyes staring back coldly, "Is he the devil ?"
Keeper - Smiles, "The devil to whom ?"
Pontifex - "... is he mine ?"
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Writer - "Field tested. But most of what you've seen isn't about technology at all. Just power."
General - A short laugh and a stare. "You do know the implications of that are terrifying, right ?"
Writer - "Yes I do. That's why I took my time."
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Dust falling.
Pontifex - "What do you want ? What does he want ?"
Keeper - "Shhh ... you're safe here. We destroys the Hells."
Pontifex looks down holding the cross in his lap.
Keeper - "So why do we find the greatest in your garden ?"
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Tarts and coffee are brought to the table, thanked for.
General - "You want something. Or you wouldn't be offering something."
Writer - Sips the coffee and sets it down, a sigh. "Look. Imagine if you knew you'd keep coming back. Every time. Right back here. For a while you start thinking about who you were. Who you might have been."
General - "Yeah. I've read those books. There are a lot of Joan of Arcs and Arthurs running around out there."
They laugh ...
Writer - "None of the above or anyone people think of. But the point is after a while, you start thinking about the future too."
General - Stares a moment considering, "So you're saying you're thinking about your own tomorrow, while we're just pissing on our children's and theirs."
Writer - "As selfish as eating. But I understand it's difficult for you to imagine that I do also care."
General - "Do you ? Are you sure ?"
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Keeper - "A secret."
Pontifex - "Heaven."
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Writer - "Valid question ... or at least one I'm used to. But if all the things you're afraid of were true, we wouldn't ask. I wouldn't ask. You'd be even more screwed than by what you've done to yourselves."
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General - "After what I've seen I've come to realize that."
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Keeper - "Your Heaven, Pontifex. But that's where you've been wrong for so long. And that's why your priesthood is corrupted by it's spirit, filled with the greatest of all sin. The corruption of innocents. The creation of your Hell."
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Writer - "I know you do have to ask though. Assess the potential threat." Holds up his cup.
General - "Yes I do." Holds his.
Writer - "Allies."
They clink and drink.
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As the chapel walks through Sanctuary woods.
~ The Reformation Epilogue ~
An outlet sparks in a dark room, the digital Nocturnes fan out in lighting, an infested basement archive, crackling it to black and white.
Objects on display, the spirit of some taken as they pass, leaving the physical object object behind. Walking out from the dark room, the most tangible.
Nocturne - "We're in." She pulls them back to her hand, pages rustling lightly in their pass.
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Lucretia - Watching a virtual of the scene from her tree, "Have you found the beacon ?"
Nocturne - Looking at her Game-Brick, "Just got here Lucretia ... oh my god do you know the loot !?"
Lucretia - "Too bad you're with us you have to share. Should'a gone freelance."
Nocturne - "You're an ass."
Lucretia - "Beacon."
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Lightning over the sea at night.
'The Sisterhood' ships Nautilus, and Arena, in apparently modern states head toward distant port lights. Lilith looks up at the strike of lightning across the shore, starts to count in a whisper.
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Nocturne - The sound of thunder outside, she smiles at the screen with wide eyes, puts it away. Shadow selves fluttering behind her, she walks out to the courtyard filled with beasts. A hell overgrown, the landscape unrecognizable.
They turn, she smiles. Her lightning selves erupt around her as she walks naturally, if not more gracefully.
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Lucretia watches the three maps attempting to fuse in static. A gathering army in the fields below, preparing, airships loading, walkers marching to line.
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The Sisterhood ships pass over the beach, realized now in flight before docking while Germain watches from the dock-house, the bells in crackling storm across a misty city.
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Nocturne roars as the others are drawn back into her. She pulls back and unleashes again, filling the courtyard and town, flickering lights and popping a few in a gust of wind.
Nocturne - "Beneath the obelisk."
She wakes in the car, Doe parking.
Doe - Passes a blunt, "You ready ?"
Nocturne - In smoke, "Oh yeah."
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Germain takes a drop of cetus adrenal, eyes go wide ... he starts to giggle.
('Mack the Knife' by Louis Armstrong)
Opening credits while Nocturne and Doe take dumb tourist photos in the Vatican among the crowds.