#xon epgha

-- Hey. It's been a while. I want to apologize, preferably in person. Are you okay with that? --

@xon-epgha

*Kishar picks up the letter and reads it.*

Yet a silver bullet shines true

Search for others affected by sentiment

And retribution will arrive

To the recipient of this message:]

[In the deep of the caves

Shining with river rapid's spray

Lies a stone awaiting princess's sword

Made from fate and goggles and labcoat's line

Venture into the dark to find a fractured light]

[As the day grows old, night grows longer and colder

Instructions are easy, but you must be bolder

Than even the sun, blazing trails across the sky

Despite its job neverending, it improvises, adapts

Outrun the rain, fly faster than word

Sonata]

a poem? what the fuck - that's definitely referring to mer though. she's smart, she can probably figure this out

*They text Mer, quickly*

KISHAR: Oh? Thanks!

*They smile, looking up at Xon.*

Yet a silver bullet shines true

Search for others affected by sentiment

And retribution will arrive

To the recipient of this message:]

[A twisting labyrinth expects you,

With ink in fist and fire's location

Set your sights upon the Fae of Doors and Rain

Inquire about a flying behemoth's pit

Once inside, decry your nemesis with pride]

[As the day grows old, night grows longer and colder

Instructions are easy, but you must be bolder

Than even the sun, blazing trails across the sky

Despite its job neverending, it improvises, adapts

Outrun the rain, fly faster than word on back of light

Sonata]

Hm. This Is. Definitely A Puzzle... Doors And Rain... Jane Deals In Doors, Perhaps Them? Decry My Nemesis With Pride... Outrun The Rain... Perhaps Jane Knows More, I Am Fairly Certain They Are Mentioned Here. A Flying Behemoths Pit... A Location, Perhaps A Metaphor? Three Sets In Brackets... Perhaps Only Some Are Personalized - Jane May Have Been Sent One?

I Am Very Glad I Got Sent This Now, And Not Before I Took A Several-Day Long Nap...

*They pull out their phone, and text Jane*

JANITOR: [Um, Hello Jane!] JANITOR: [Have You Also Been Sent An Ominous Rhyme?] JANITOR: [I Am Fairly Sure Mine Mentions You] JANITOR: [And That I Should Ask About A "Flying Behemoths Pit?]

-- @xon-epgha --

They hadn't been, but Xon's presence in the metachamber activates an alert. She comes running only a minute later, the lab wasn't very far from the Metachamber.

Yet a silver bullet shines true

Search for others affected by sentiment

And retribution will arrive

To the recipient of this message:]

[A sword's the key to find the lines

Of poems lost in space under time

Descend into the murky, dry depths

Make way for cavernous rapids and falls

And with a time lord make sense of it all[

[As the day grows old, night grows longer and colder

Instructions are easy, but you must be bolder

Than even the sun, blazing trails across the sky

Despite its job neverending, it improvises, adapts

Outrun the rain, fly faster than word

Sonata]

[P.S: Are you proud of me, Mom?]

Merlyn frowns at the message. Of course she was proud of Sonata, in general, but something about this didn't sit right.

This sort of poem... the meaning was unclear, but it would likely make sense as events unfolded.

-- @xon-epgha --

...hi? who the fuck are you??

-- @xon-epgha --

Uh, Hello Xon. How Are You?

*They tilt their head, curiously*