<strong>Character</strong>: William Wake<br/><strong>Who:</strong>The Nine (those who choose to come)<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Reverend's Office<br/><strong>When:</strong>Mar 20th 2017 8:30pm<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White T-Shirt and Jeans<br/><hr/><br/>"He wasn't.  There are ghosts.  There are soul eaters.  There are no things like Minjoon, not anywhere.  He is new and he is a worse threat than anything we have faced because the governments have no defense.  Make no mistake, if we do not act, if WE do not act, millions, nay, billions of people are going to die. I don't want to 'lead', but I can tell you how to use your talents to make the world better, to stop the bugs, to save lives.  Investigate the angels? You could do that, but I want to reiterate.<br/><br/>The angels and the demons think the Earth is a CONSTRUCT.  That is the word they used for our reality and the bugs can end it. The only reason they aren't is because they want US, to turn us, maybe to turn us into things like Minjoon.  To devour our souls, hollow us out and make us servants for Queen Blue Boob.  Don't resurrect Minjoon.  Don't seek the angels. Don't seek Queen Blue Boobs.  Let the angels do what they're doing...HIDE us while we save the world.  That's what *I* am doing.<br/><br/>Maple, no one is talking about a kill on sight order.  I am merely saying that our fellow students, the people we pass in the hall every day. Our friends. They are targets because of US.  Minjoon was likely a target, a spy, an experiment, converted into a scooped out thing because of US, so if we want to help them, we create a cellular network of resistance; of dumbledoor army cells where the other cells don't know about each other but know how to fight and protect themselves.  Or we run, but if we run, Hive scriers will find us.  We're 'safe' here.  Not anywhere else.  They are sheep to the slaughter, bait and pretty polka dot human camoflauge.  We need to help them. Or they are going to DIE."<br/><br/>He looked around at the others, "Everyone you have ever met who isn't us.  The people in the stores where you bought your clothes, the reverend, the doctor, your parents, your friends, your cousins, the rock stars on TV, movie stars, they will DIE, they will be turned into monsters or worse...worse, they will simply cease to be if the bugs stop our Earth from simply being if we don't act.  And it sounds like a fantasy novel? It IS. We have magic? You want to know what I can do? I am a better general than...maybe the reverend, but I doubt she has combat experience like I do.  I have money. I have men. I have contacts. I have a plan.  I will be fighting them.  With your help, with all your help, my slim chance becomes a slightly better chance.  The six of us can save people.  We really can.  With the magic paintings, with the magic, the powerful minds, the incredible athletic ability, we CAN save the world or at least give it hope and a chance that it won't have, because let me reiterate...if we don't do something, there is no chance..NONE, that they will not be killed in a few years....sooner even.<br/><br/>You want paths? You want things to investigate? I can give you a hundred right now in ten minutes.  Seriously. What do you think I've been doing sitting in the hell that are these classes besides trying to help protect all of you? I've been building up caches of arms for when we run.  I have been fighting these things since the moment they turned my parents into THINGS and killed them...and made ME kill them, made me use the power words that revert something to its true form...and kill them and keep killing, empty shells, hundreds of them, everywhere, vampires, werewolves, body snatchers. A gesture of my hand. Dead.  And now there is something new...something worse. I can hear the music of the world...I sing to it, to CALM DOWN THE WORLD..." he takes a deep breath,"I hear the notes and the threads..it is coming apart at the seems and I simply cannot do it...no I simply cannot do it alone."<br/><br/>He sits down, "That more enough?"