Elian Price (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
wastingtime) wrote2013-12-16 08:26 am
wastingtime) wrote2013-12-16 08:26 am
Note to self
Elian;
You won't remember writing this. Or if you do, you won't remember why. Suffice it to say that there is something at work that is far greater than you, or anyone else; perhaps God himself has a hand in it, though as of yet I cannot say for certain. Certainly, it seems as though we are at war with the Devil Himself, if such a matter of being exists, but...I digress.
You will not remember any of this. You will read these words baffled and confused, and wondering if you're a tad senile, but, well, rest assured that at the time of writing this letter, you weren't. You were concerned and you were worried and above all else, you knew you needed to take steps to ensure you could still help.
The Will has most everything going to Christobel, or if such is impossible, to certain groups within Locke City. Do not change this. There is a very good reason why it is so, one I wish I could tell you but would you remember the snakes? The monsters? The thunderclouds that threaten to subsume all? Oh, I hope so, but if you do not remember, know that there are demons as real as the ones you encountered during the Bulge and what followed, and know that in the name of all of t-no. In the name of humanity, you must adhere to this.
Also know that should someone approach you babbling about numbers, or echoes, or pulses- listen to them. Respect them. Admit you do not remember so that they do not share anything too sensitive, but protect them. For they are the soldiers fighting in the war you can no longer see, and unlike those on the other side of the fences, you have a chance to help.
Do so.
Trust not the Thunder Corporation; you will be ensnared and ensorcelled, but when you hold this letter in your hands let it remind you that even the Devil can quote scripture, and that wolves hide in sheeps' wool.
Above all else, remember that there is, in fact, more than can be seen by the naked eye; never stop trying to open yours.
Elian
You won't remember writing this. Or if you do, you won't remember why. Suffice it to say that there is something at work that is far greater than you, or anyone else; perhaps God himself has a hand in it, though as of yet I cannot say for certain. Certainly, it seems as though we are at war with the Devil Himself, if such a matter of being exists, but...I digress.
You will not remember any of this. You will read these words baffled and confused, and wondering if you're a tad senile, but, well, rest assured that at the time of writing this letter, you weren't. You were concerned and you were worried and above all else, you knew you needed to take steps to ensure you could still help.
The Will has most everything going to Christobel, or if such is impossible, to certain groups within Locke City. Do not change this. There is a very good reason why it is so, one I wish I could tell you but would you remember the snakes? The monsters? The thunderclouds that threaten to subsume all? Oh, I hope so, but if you do not remember, know that there are demons as real as the ones you encountered during the Bulge and what followed, and know that in the name of all of t-no. In the name of humanity, you must adhere to this.
Also know that should someone approach you babbling about numbers, or echoes, or pulses- listen to them. Respect them. Admit you do not remember so that they do not share anything too sensitive, but protect them. For they are the soldiers fighting in the war you can no longer see, and unlike those on the other side of the fences, you have a chance to help.
Do so.
Trust not the Thunder Corporation; you will be ensnared and ensorcelled, but when you hold this letter in your hands let it remind you that even the Devil can quote scripture, and that wolves hide in sheeps' wool.
Above all else, remember that there is, in fact, more than can be seen by the naked eye; never stop trying to open yours.
Elian