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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span style="font-size: 26px"><i>Emmy</i></span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><i>Mid June 2022 <br/>
Early Afternoon<br/>
Operations Room <br/>
(direct) -&gt; Tris<br/>
(indirect) -- Alissa, Operations Room Inhabitants</i></span></span><br/>
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<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy looked around the Operations Room to see who was all left. She had done what she set out to do, and informed the siblings on what she found. Instead of being commended however, she was still stirring on the fact that she was questioned and even doubted for finding the dossier in the first place. The fact that it was in an otherwise hidden and secured compartment in the archives had made Emmy wonder what else Mother had hidden in there. But of course in the days since she reached out to The Nine she wasn't able to find anything else. She souped her senses to be able to detect any anomalies or abnormalities, and even with boosted sight, hearing, and touch... she only found the lone compartment that housed the dossier. So, now that she "briefed" them on what she'd discovered... they could now focus their attention on what it could possibly mean, as well as The Matrix finally activating after all this time. <br/>
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Emmy nodded at Tris' request with a warm smile. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Thanks Tris. Looks like everyone is settling in, or maybe they just don't care about the dossier as much as I'd hoped. The Matrix at the very least should keep them interested but... we may have to do this on our own. People said they'll stay but... let's see what tomorrow looks like."</span> Emmy decided to just steer clear of Alissa and not even try to converse with her at this time. She didn't want her dwindling fire to rise again. It felt weird after all this time for everyone to be under the same roof. Maybe she was a bit naive like her siblings had said prior, but not for anything related to cyberscurity. More so regarding the belief that they'd all come back and it would be just like the golden days. Everyone had split themselves in so many different ways that The Nine, and by association the Cabal were fractured. She didn't know if she was ready to be around all of them yet, especially after how the meeting just went. Maybe it was best to keep her distance for now... as to protect them <i>and </i>herself from what lurked deep inside of her. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)">"Well, I went through pretty much any back channel there is to find anything related to The Other in the science, military and-or intelligence comminuties. Nothing anyone had heard of that really matches what Mother is talking about here. The dragon references... the metaphors.. sounds like maybe a poem or excerpt from something? Couldn't find anything on that in the world either... meaning Mother got her sources from someone or something just as clever as she, or it's simply something we can't register with our known technology or universal knowledge. Much like.. you guessed it, The Matrix."</span><br/>
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The way Emmy saw it, there were a few main focal points of the dossier they needed to breakdown to even have a chance: (1) The date and time of the dossier. (2) The location of where The Mother placed The Other, be it a person, thing, or even object. (3) Linking The Other to the dragon metaphors and analogies. Seeing as how she was the only one maybe aside from Tristan who was operationally ready &amp; maintaining not only the Regal Estate but also The Blockhouse for so long, she felt it should be her to delegate the ones who chose to stay and help to a respective team to investigate one of these three points. She had already heard a few say they were staying, but she wouldn't know the full bleuprint until she knew everyone who was staying, and those who would leave. Until then... she supposed there was nothing she could do but let them sort it out and <s>try her damndest to</s> enjoy the day.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(163, 143, 132)"><span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">"Looks like everyone has their own agenda for the time being. I'm going to stay down here and dig into this a bit more. You guys are free to do whatever. Thanks for coming, but you're free to leave again... if that's what you want." </span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Tahoma'">Emmy turned back into the monitor with a casual focus, she'd just decided to stop trying to project her deepermost ideals and see how the day played out. Better that way, lest the siblings all fall to an erupted volcano. </span></span><br/>
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