Zeroth Directive

Archive II

Things she had known only through books and rumors started showing up in Nymph's life. First was the organization known as Rhodes Island. A Sarkaz had invited her to the local office after she helped him out of a tight spot. The name Rhodes Island did not ring a bell at the time, but something felt familiar about the emblem on the Sarkaz's uniform. He took her to the former Babel headquarters in Kazdel, which Nymph remembered being seized by the Military Commission. A Cautus girl was giving orders to people of many different races, many of whom wore the same uniform as the one who brought her here, and all of whom were known as 'Operators'. The Sarkaz greeted the Cautus and explained what had happened. The Cautus had someone take over her work and came over to thank Nymph. They chatted for quite a while, and arranged for Nymph to have a light meal and Oripathy screening, and for someone to walk her home. Nymph began to learn more about Rhodes Island and its mission of solving the Oripathy problem. It had never even occurred to her that this was possible. The severe Originium pollution in Kazdel, combined with the inherent susceptibility of Sarkaz to Oripathy, led the residents ignore the prevention and treatment of Oripathy. She began to grow curious about an organization devoted to doing so. From then on, Nymph began to visit the office whenever she had time on her hands. Amiya was rarely there, but the operators told her she was welcome to visit their headquarters at the landship, if she was interested. She was not eager to venture outside Kazdel at first, but her encounter with Mudrock during the search for the revenant fragments and her adventure in the furnace began to stoke her interest in what lay beyond the nomadic city. In the end, it was the mysterious director of HR who brought Nymph into the fold. The landship was docked at Kazdel that day, and Nymph took advantage of the opportunity to seek out Amiya on the ship. She was taken to the HR director's office, where she encountered a fellow Djall—one who brought her greetings from her parents. This was Nymph's first ever meeting with her older sister, whom she had only known through the photos and documents her parents left behind. ■■■ told Nymph about her parents' love for her. She said that their 'irresponsible' parents were still traveling, and that even she did not know where they went. Then she took Nymph on a tour of Rhodes Island, visited Amiya during her breaktime, tried out various instruments at the testing site, and finally brought her back to the office to sign a few documents. Nymph was asked whether she wanted to do something to help Kazdel and Rhodes Island and answered in the affirmative, whereupon she received a badge identifying her as a reserve field operator. She was told that she was always welcome to visit the Landship, whether for work or leisure, and that was when Nymph finally caught up to all that had happened. Perhaps her dear sister had already made all the arrangements before she even set foot on Rhodes Island, an offer that she could not refuse—not that Nymph had any intention of doing so. With the formalities out of the way, it was time for the two Djaj to mingle, in a way that only Djaj can.

Archive III

Of all the Sarkaz rituals, Djall rituals are the most mysterious and esoteric, just like the Djaj themselves. There are no procedures, no rites: all begins with the soul, and ends with the soul. Nymph gazed into ■■■'s eyes, and passed through the material surface towards the depths of the soul. She saw the name hidden behind layer after layer of witchcraft and mental suggestions. It soon reassembled itself into ■■■, which can neither be uttered or written down. It was her secret. She may not leave behind a name that can be directly referenced, though it was unclear whether this is due to Rhodes Island policy or her personal circumstances. She saw the past of Rhodes Island, or rather, Babel. A young Djall bid farewell to her parents and took Theresa's hand. She worked away from the crowd, behind a desk. Numbers were her soldiers, and information was her weapon. One tiny decision meant the difference between victory and defeat, life and death. A single piece of paper, a single stamp, decided countless futures. The burden was shouldered by an unbreakable vow to the crowned one. That, and love, passion, and joy, but hope was the one thing absent. Nymph tried to probe deeper, but was gently pushed away, and she understood that she may go no further. In return, she dug up the secrets buried deep within her memories as her own offering. Her counterpart saw an ever-howling city, where crystals pierced the heart, battles raged from dawn to dusk, struggles fought for survival, and torment throbbed for robbing another's life. It was the resistance of a young soul that transformed all this into strength. She resisted the city's innate evil, and the Sarkaz's interpretation of suffering. She searched for the peace and kindness that lay deep within the consciousness, despite the toll it took on her. ... The two shared their deepest secrets with the other. They dissected each other's memories, and fear poured out of these secrets, dashing against their souls. Nymph shivered at the tide of suffocating helplessness. She had performed this ritual with her parents, a long time ago, but she was too young at the time to fully feel the weight of what she had seen. Now, though, every wound was being torn apart, and every memory wailing in despair. Nymph fought the urge to flinch, and faced the tide head-on with her will. Finally, the storm passed, and the bleeding wounds began to seal. A thin membrane covered the tender heart, and the shared experience of pain became a new bond between the two. The older Djall helped Nymph sit down. She seemed familiar with the ritual; her smile did not waver in the slightest. For her part, Nymph felt like a fledging fowlbeast that had just survived a thunderstorm. Her legs kept shaking, and her palms were filled with sweat. The ritual, which was only performed between close ones, was once a form of contest to determine the division of loot. Today, the ritual for inflicting pain on one another has become one for sharing pain with one another, and the division of loot replaced by the strengthening of bonds and trust. At the conclusion of the ritual, each gained proof of the other's true heart—■■■ held Nymph's personal profile, which had seemingly appeared out of thin air, while Nymph held a heart-shaped lock, with the key still in the keyhole.

Archive IV

The Djall leave behind indelible marks on their victim's soul the first time they plunder it. They feast upon the mind like a Vampire feasts upon the flesh, but over time they have learned to temper their hunger. While some Djalls continue to rip their victim's soul apart, most have to feed more gently, inviting the target to share their deepest secret, extracting it gently like a Banshee's kiss, and storing it within their own soul, to be savored repeatedly over and over again—or used to inflict trauma upon its owner. Even ordinary people without psychic powers can observe what their own memories look like with the naked eye as a Djall performs this act, the image determined by the Djall's nature. Sometimes it is a fruit, sometimes a sword. In Nymph's hands it is a lock and key, and in ■■■'s files and documents. This gentle taking serves to obscure the actions of the Djaj, explaining why so little is known about this branch of Sarkaz. When two Djaj extract from each other secrets that belong to others, and preserve them within their own souls, they have formed a bond that is tighter than blood. ... After Nymph returned to Kazdel, ■■■ perused the report on the recovery of the fragments from the Soul Furnace explosion, including Mudrock's report on the incident during the ritual of appeasement, and the Liches' analysis of the ritual. She sensed that it was her sister who transformed story to reality in the illusion. In the face of Kazdel's malice, Nymph buried her hopes deep within her consciousness, hopes that were released through the powers of the Djall when Tin Man built a connection with the revenants, bringing the Sarkaz's consciousness into the revenants' illusionary realm, and causing earnest imagination to manifest itself materially, rather than in the form of esoteric subconscious symbols. As for what the uninhibited release would bring to Nymph—■■■ read through the file on Nymph in her hands, and decided to continue observing before making a decision.

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