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All Seers are required to report to the Citadel on the 15th of every month to upload their visions into the system. Based on the visions of all contributing Seers, Cassandra will hone, refine and extrapolate to give as clear a prediction as possible of upcoming events. This is mandatory for every student blessed with the Sight and aware of their powers. The upload requires students to stand in a metal tube for about 15 minutes. Cookies and juice are provided after the upload. Students who attempt to shirk their duty will be recovered by the Golems. These students do not get cookies and juice.

The first vision is almost too unclear to show anything at all: simply a red light, so overwhelmingly bright that it obscures everything and anything else. A shape, or a symbol, is slowly becoming clearer; its shape is circular, but its details are blurry. It superimposes itself faintly on places around the world, though what those places are are yet to be determined.

The second vision is simply a scene of Utultar, walking with purpose towards an unknown destination. The vision flickers, and the destination changes; sometimes a city, or a village. A forest, the mountains, even somewhere in the sky. Unlike last month’s vision, he seems far less at ease.

Lastly, Cassandra itself whirs alarmingly before showing a vision of the childlike former herald that the Academy rescued some months past. The vision focuses, rather unsteadily, on them, before they announce cheerily that their new name is “Iriceli Ruya Noam Squiggly Kagami Cyan Plantain St. Pearl-Voidington, but any of those are a-o-kay! That is how you say it, yes?” before the machine goes back to normal.

VISION PLANNING

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CHARACTER NAME: N/A (This will involve a plot with Héctor but does not feature him having visions nor does he show up in said visions)
VISION DESCRIPTION:

It's a smaller venue for De La Cruz, which, all things considered, is still pretty big. It's a celebration of sorts, in honor of having wrapped the filming in Soliel and moving on elsewhere. De La Cruz plays his last encore and finally, after much back and forth between he and the crowd, he walks backstage.

Someone holding a clipboard and wearing a headset, looking frazzled, walks up to De La Cruz.

"Sir! You did great, Sir! Just to remind you of your itinerary, you're meeting with an interviewer in a few hours they-- oh, they uh, want to talk about that guy on the fountain?"

"What? Still? You can't cancel that one?" Ernesto huffs.

"Ah, well... I'll look into it!"

This seems to cheer the singer some. They spend a few minutes tidying up, heading further backstage, when someone else runs into him.

"Señor Ernesto! It's such an honor to meet you!" The young man says.

"Ah, gracias, but I'm afraid fans are not allowed backstage," Ernesto says, pointed even with his smile. The young man's hands go up.

"I know! I know! But, see, I wanted to speak to you privately!"

There's a flicker of something in Ernesto's eyes and he starts reaching for something around his collar. A vision at the right angle might reveal a microphone piece specifically for calling security. But, before the button can be clicked, the young man lifts a hand and he seems to light. Markings show through the skin of his face and in that moment, his fingers dissolve away to bone. And then, it all sets back, light going out. The young man (who may be recognizable by any who have met a particular crew) leans in.

"I'm a friend of Héctor's," He whispers. "From the Outlands..! He told me all about you when we were out there." Ernesto, who'd gone still with shock, slowly removes his hand from his jacket, leaving the mic untouched.

"...Is that so?" He laughs faintly. He reaches out, throwing an arm over the young man's shoulder, who promptly beams. "Well, right this way then!"

The two head for a dressing room, where Ernesto dismisses any and all listening ears. He pulls out a water from a fridge, offering one, but the man shakes his head, hands lifting.

"I'm okay. Our kind don't need that stuff. Héctor's and mine I mean. I'm Marco, by the way."

"Interesting. He... didn't tell me about that. I'm afraid our meetings have been brief."

"Oh, that's too bad," Marco says. "He talked about you a lot. I mean, not as much as Imelda or Coco, but you know. He was always worried whether you got out-- and here you are, singing the songs you made! Well, made together?" Ernesto's knuckles go a little white, but only for a moment. Then he smiles, almost sheepish with the concern plastered on.

"Forgive me," Ernesto says. "Do you mind if I ask about your condition? I would have asked Héctor himself, but, well, things are difficult and it hasn't been the right time."

"Oh, uh, sure! Shoot. What do you want to know?"

"You are dead. Undead."

"Yup."

"And this is a permanent thing...?" Ernesto asks. Immediately, Marco looks a little less comfortable, shifting foot to foot.

"Well... kind of... It's more of a second chance kind of thing. We're not immortal or anything, ha." Marco struggles to keep a smile. "We go away eventually. When Héctor's friends found us again and finally got us all a home, well, he mentioned a theory that he and his wife were working on. They think willpower has something to do with making us last longer and rise up in the first place, like, something that you really, really want so bad you'd do anything for, so, some of us have started to look into things like that. Now that we can, that is. If weren't for Héctor's friends we'd still be running forever. Geez, I'm talking too much. But, that's kind of why I wanted to see you! You know, after all the stories I heard about you, and knowing his other friends, I had to see what kind of guy you were! I figure, even if this willpower thing is bogus, at least I can use my time to meet someone inspiring!" Marco beams again, looking nervous as he waits for Ernesto's response. And waits.

"This is... a lot to take in," Ernesto says. Marco shrinks a little in on himself. "But, I'm glad you told me. I can treat you now as my guest of honor." Marco lights up. "Just one more question. Did Héctor mention what this... willpower thing was for him?"

"Huh? Oh, no, but it's obvious, isn't it?" Marco says with a laugh. Ernesto lifts a brow, but Marco continues without prompting.

"It's the people he cares about. Being remembered and stuff."

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Edited 2020-04-30 11:27 (UTC)

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