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TRANSMIT - initiate world line shift - RECEIVE - watch the deconstruction and reconstruction of matter - KILROY WAS HERE - proceed to next step in the phase - THERE WAS NO WAR - amplify the signal -WITNESS - The Secret World.

The world around you is both real and fake, illusion and substance.

On the street corner, a performer serenades pedestrians, watching them keen eyed for signs of life they don’t know they have. There’s a blue triangle pin on his lapel, and a wide grin on his face. The people who stop, they’re the ones who draw his attention. It’s Sex Drugs and Rockefeller, after all, and these people are the ones drawn in. Maybe KG will cut him a break if he sends her recruits with potential. It’s not easy, being Blue, but it sure as hell is fun. After all, it’s known throughout the world that an Illuminati party is the best party.

There’s an order to chaos, a method to the madness, and they’re just utilizing it. The right fortune will end up in the right hands, and they’ll have everything they need in order to succeed. That much they’re sure of. Somewhere, Green lanterns sway, marking the space that the Dragon occupy. They bide their time; eventually, even a war of attrition will end. What has them cautious is not the influence of others, but the Filth spreading throughout the world. What really happened in Tokyo? The pawns are being put in place; they will find out eventually.

There are guards outside the Templar Hall, and white and Red uniforms go marching through passages. Sonnac is less than amused at the lack of new recruits; doesn’t anyone value tradition these days? Honor? Loyalty? It shouldn’t be this hard to find people, and yet the numbers dwindle. With the looming threats waiting, they can’t afford to be short staffed. Perhaps a shift in procedure. The higher-ups would never allow anything overtly supernatural into their midst, but perhaps it’s time to loosen up on just how squeaky clean their recruits are. Fighting fire with fire always works well, even if they no longer have to burn down the village to smoke out the monster.

Around the world, people awaken, some with new powers, some with old. Witches and Magicians roam the streets, werewolves wander in their various shapes. Are you one of the common folk, sweetling? The ones who were born into this unknown? Or perhaps Gaia chose you, and that’s why you can hear. Did you swallow the bee, gain powers beyond that of most humans?

Did you choose a faction for yourself, or did they choose for you? Sweetling, it’s okay if you’re lost. Most of us are. Alliances don’t last long, and time is running out. Pick a side, or make your own, but either way: fight.