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[ourtomorrow]

I haven't met many of you. My name is Monarch. I struck the final blow against Esme.

[ He can say that, right? It's a fact. Lion and Ruin did so much - but the one with no choice but to do it had been Monarch. ]

By that point, she had turned into a monster. But when I hit her for the last time, I gained memories. Not mine, but hers.

Esme had a sibling. Lapis. It's Lapis we saw on screens in the Underside. Esme and Lapis were chasing a dream of stardom together, but in the end, only Lapis was chosen. Esme couldn't accept that. She'd hated Lapis since Lapis was born. Esme died full of those feelings.

One instance isn't enough to build a theory upon, but as we search for the Authority of this Layer, people should be aware this occurred. It's possible other Authorities will become monstrous when confronted and we'll regain their memories. It's also possible Esme chose to show me specifically for other reasons, but if so, that's something that might happen to others, as well.

Thanks for your time.

[ And - sent.

Those patrolling Avaritia on their quest for information may find one (1) small boy hiding in an alley spying on the business district. He keeps moving like he wants to check his phone and then stopping his hand. ]

Comments

[emberserker]

Why's it important? Didn't you hate Esme as much as we did?

[ourtomorrow]

In case they're shocked.

[ question: dodged

uneasiness: experienced ]

[emberserker]

Very well. I suppose information is information. Have you gotten any headway into who and where the Authority is here? Because unfortunately, I haven't.

[ourtomorrow]

Nothing definitive. Though I have a source.

[ Except that thread's not done yet so let's hedge our bets and add: ]

Possibly.

[emberserker]

Oh, you've been talking to the Spectres, I assume?

[ourtomorrow]

In one of the banking towers.

[ It's not much, but...This is a world run by money. The two most central features seem to be the casino and the bank, and the casino's money ends up in the bank, doesn't it? Therefore. Detecting. ]

They're hiring.

[emberserker]

Hiring children at a bank?

[ourtomorrow]

[ ...that is inexplicable at present, huh. Without even any indications thus far what might be the cause. ]

It's unusual.

[emberserker]

It's ridiculous is what it is. Then again, who knows how long some of them have been dead. They might be old enough for work permits by now.

[ourtomorrow]

Maybe age doesn't matter here. Only whether you can work, or spend.

[ Which would explain why he wasn't bounced from the casino for being a child, but instead for being a child who wasn't spending money. ]

[emberserker]

I don't understand these people at all. I suppose that's Spectres, only seeing what they'd like to.

[ourtomorrow]

It could be.

In any case, I'll learn what I can.

[emberserker]

I'm sure they've got confidentiality agreements at a bank, but don't get too twisted up. It's for a good cause.

[ourtomorrow]

I understand.

[ you all thought this level was ocean's eleven

but it's spy kids ]