The sun was an orange speck on the horizon, drenching the sky around it with a bloodlike quality. The reddish light flowed into The Lounge, where a girl saw at one of the small desks, papers spread over the tabletop before her. She shuffled papers around, wrote a few notes on the pad directly in front of her, shuffled some more papers, wrote again. Every now and again she pulled a book from her bag and looked up some word she was not familiar with. At one point she had carefully removed a white book, its cover decorated with tiny gems forming a pattern, and read a passage before returning the book to her bag. The reverence with which she handled this book suggested it was very old, or very valuable, or both. She glanced up at the sky every now and then, before returning to her work.
Quod sulum thousand annus illic mos adveho a Parvulus. Is Parvulus mos have non unus Animus , tamen duos. Is vadum exsisto somes of a Phasmatis of Consensio , quod a Phasmatis of Chaos. Illa Phasmatis vadum bellum intus Parvulus insquequo talis a vicis ut unus of lemma successio in suus quest pro dominion. Dum in possessio of duos Animus , Parvulus must exsisto tutela pro quod nonnullus is mos grow futurus a valde quod validus rector.
Eyes passing over the Latin, Kaos Libramen realized for the first time just who she was supposed to be. She paused, apparently lost in thought. She was conferring with Orduh Libramen, her sister. Orduh, you realise that we are supposed to hate each other? That one of us is supposed to take over the other, to force them into submission? How can we be the Child, since we do not hate each other at all? Old prophecies, Kaos. We are the new generation! Now, come on, let's do something. I'm bored. Orduh! Just because we're away from home, that doesn't meant we can give up our studies! Orduh didn't care. She was drumming her mental fingers as Kaos ploughed on, oblivious to all around her.
[OOC]Here's the English translation of that Latin up there. And every thousand years there will come a Child. This Child will have not one Soul, but two. It shall be the body of a Spirit of Harmony, and a Spirit of Chaos. These Spirits shall war within the Child until such a time as one of them succeeds in its quest for domination. While in possession of two Souls, the Child must be cared for and someday it will grow to be a great and powerful leader. It's talking about Kaos and Orduh. [/OOC]
Quod sulum thousand annus illic mos adveho a Parvulus. Is Parvulus mos have non unus Animus , tamen duos. Is vadum exsisto somes of a Phasmatis of Consensio , quod a Phasmatis of Chaos. Illa Phasmatis vadum bellum intus Parvulus insquequo talis a vicis ut unus of lemma successio in suus quest pro dominion. Dum in possessio of duos Animus , Parvulus must exsisto tutela pro quod nonnullus is mos grow futurus a valde quod validus rector.
Eyes passing over the Latin, Kaos Libramen realized for the first time just who she was supposed to be. She paused, apparently lost in thought. She was conferring with Orduh Libramen, her sister. Orduh, you realise that we are supposed to hate each other? That one of us is supposed to take over the other, to force them into submission? How can we be the Child, since we do not hate each other at all? Old prophecies, Kaos. We are the new generation! Now, come on, let's do something. I'm bored. Orduh! Just because we're away from home, that doesn't meant we can give up our studies! Orduh didn't care. She was drumming her mental fingers as Kaos ploughed on, oblivious to all around her.
[OOC]Here's the English translation of that Latin up there. And every thousand years there will come a Child. This Child will have not one Soul, but two. It shall be the body of a Spirit of Harmony, and a Spirit of Chaos. These Spirits shall war within the Child until such a time as one of them succeeds in its quest for domination. While in possession of two Souls, the Child must be cared for and someday it will grow to be a great and powerful leader. It's talking about Kaos and Orduh. [/OOC]