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# Ioan Bălan --- 2346
Ioan arrived at the appointed coffeeshop
Ioan meets up with True Name at a neutral place to talk about the cracks showing, death of Death Itself and I Do Not Know; growing empathy for True Name

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"We were told--" Sarah began, before Answers Will Not Help cut her off.
"Oh, where is Ezekiel when we need him? A meeting of prophets! *Navi* to *nevi'im!* The voice of God from the sky in a pillar of flame! Or Qoheleth, a prophet of our own blood, bearing warning of memory entrancing!" Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. She waved her hand/paw toward the Artemisians, giggling. "But instead we are Israel to *nevi'im,* a people to prophets, a people to prophets, and the only time I know my true name is when I dream, and to know one's true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity--- Fuck, I...time makes prey of remembering, I...I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity--- Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?"
"Prophets! Oh, where is Ezekiel when we need him? A meeting of prophets! *Navi* to *nevi'im!* The voice of God from the sky in a pillar of flame! Or Qoheleth, a prophet of our own blood, bearing warning of memory entrancing!" Her words came out in an unceasing torrent. She waved her hand/paw toward the Artemisians, giggling. "But instead we are Israel to *nevi'im,* a people to prophets, a people to prophets, and the only time I know my true name is when I dream, and to know one's true name is to know God. Time feels so vast that were it not for an Eternity--- Fuck, I...time makes prey of remembering, I...I fear me this Circumference engross my Finity--- Oh AwDae, oh AwDae. Could you ever have guessed at the depths of the death of memory?"
True Name stood quickly enough to knock her chair back and, with a decisive wash of skunk down her form, growled, "How fucking dare--"
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"Stop!" True Name shouted, tackling the blurring, crumbling form of Answers Will Not Help to the ground. "Fucking stop! You cannot--"
After a moment's tussle, Answers Will Not Help collapsed to the ground, limp and laughing. "For the Stupendous Vision of eir diameters---" she said, and then quit, leaving True Name to fall to the ground, weeping.
After a moment's tussle, Answers Will Not Help collapsed to the ground, limp and laughing, retching, crying. "For the Stupendous Vision of eir diameters---" she said, and then quit, leaving True Name to fall to the ground, weeping.
There was a shocked silence around the table, and when no one moved, Codrin slid out of eir chair to kneel by True Name's side. Her form had begun to waver once more, and, remembering the aversion to touch that came with that, ey simply sat beside her, waiting until she calmed down.