Re: [Nexus] CURATOR I: The Evil Has Landed
[Outside the Base]
Nobody answers the door. The members are all downstairs and probably cannot hear the rapping upon said doors.
There is the noise of something small unfastening a reinforced, metal, sliding bolt on the other side of the door before scampering away into another section of the base.
The door will creak open if Sir Hex continues to pound his knuckles against it. The lights are on. A large black platter heaped with still warm chocolate chip cookies sits on a coffee table before him (the forms have been removed, though) Someone must be home. The question is: Where?
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Peace is a lie, there is only passion. Through passion, I gain strength. Through strength, I gain power. Through power, I gain victory. Through victory, my chains are broken. The Force shall free me.