RPV-The Seer [Invite Only]

[NPC]

Transported away from Lilith and her team, the small group found themselves familiar, at least in pictures, for most of them. They would note that they were in the White House, which was nearly completely empty, its usual occupants having been moved to a bunker to outlast the battle they had expected between their Allies and the Dominion. No one had expected Lilith.

More specifically, the group would find that they were inside the Oval Office, quiet and desolate. Yet it was just as they had pictured it, and even contained an air of superiority - or maybe that was coming from the individual in front of them. For, leaning back in the hallowed chair, with his feet propped up on the table, was none other than Gabriel Constant.

[Gabriel Constant]

Stretch out to save all but the holy
Never the brave, only the lonely
Seer is a strange vessel of violence
Safe underground as the Satan of silence
-Codec, “The Seer”

Whatever his friends were feeling now, Gabriel could hardly imagine. He only knew what he felt - and that was a sense of accomplishment. This was going exactly his way. All of the major players were present. Each had a role to play. They would play it to perfection - he knew that. And the world would finally be as it should be.

“My friends,” Gabriel said; there was almost a laziness to his tone. “We’ve won. Not the battle against Lilith, although the ones left outside will finish her off. We’ve won the war no one wanted to wage. Their inaction - or, rather, their poor actions - opened them up to their own loss. And so, with all we’ve endured, with all the questions and harms and injustices we’ve suffered - we’ve won. The world is ours. And I mean that - literally.”

He sat up now, then stood up, walking the room. “We will all need each other, and I will need you each to play your parts. Oh, I can see clearly now,” he said when Christian gave him an odd look. “My precognition is back. And I’ve seen this - and much more. I see a tough road ahead of us, but one we’ll be able to navigate.”

First, he stopped in front of Alexandria, and kissed her cheek. “My weapon, my demoness, we will need you the most. You’ll be the one to defend us every time. But I will never put you in a position that is too much for you. I have seen a future where our darlings can grow up without fear or judgment. We’re going to make that a reality.”

He reached for Alex’s hand and squeezed it, then moved to stand in front of Maurelle. “I’ve seen your future,” he said with a slight smirk. “Have you?”

He took a couple of steps back so he could take in the expressions of everyone, but he was still addressing Maurelle. “The American people - led by us, of course - will push the President and his entire government out of office. They will all be exiled to different locations, where they will be heavily guarded. What we’ll need from you, Maurelle, are your contacts in the different governments around the world. You will persuade them to support the people in pushing out the old government and installing the new one.”

Here, he gave everyone a full, shit-eating grin. “Ours.”

He saluted Alain, then walked to Christian. “We’ll need your mind and your natural ability to inspire others, Mr. Time’s-Person-Of-The-Year. You’ll be the face of our little revolution. Just try not to get blown up in the process,” he added with a little punch to Christian’s shoulder.

Next was Helena. “If you wish it, you’ll be an interim co-director of the Company until we figure out what to do with the more permanent leaders. You’ll meet your co-director later. We’ll also need your influence and innovation as part of Vital Energy. We’ll need every resource we can get.”

To Lucius and Dakari he went now. “We will need a strong, stable leader to keep us even. I already know what your answer will be,” he said specifically to Lucius, “but I will ask you nonetheless: Will you accept the office of the President of the United States?”

[Lucius Kilvayne]

So let me get this straight
The Only Will Is My Own.
I was a Worm before I was a man
I was a creature before I could stand
I will remember before I forget this
Something Inside Me Feels Like
Breathing In Sulfur

One minute Lucius and Kari were joining the fight alongside their former enemies, they next they were in the White House, in the office of the President. The very abandoned Oval Office. His allies were there, and so was his closest friend, occupying the central focus of the room. Lucius admired Gabe for his bold theatricality in the midst of all this mayhem. At the same time, he was envious that the man had placed himself in that seat before Lucius could. It was something Lucius had to grin at, somewhat self-reproaching. It was nothing for Gabriel to have the spotlight in this moment, when he was the Architect of all their good fortune. And Lilith seemingly was left in the merciless care of the self-righteous Trevor Taylor. That would most assuredly mean that they could sit peacefully back and discuss their larger goals while the gallant hero played martyr to defeat the common threat. A win twice over.

“We’ve won. Not the battle against Lilith, although the ones left outside will finish her off. We’ve won the war no one wanted to wage. Their inaction - or, rather, their poor actions - opened them up to their own loss. And so, with all we’ve endured, with all the questions and harms and injustices we’ve suffered - we’ve won. The world is ours. And I mean that - literally.”

This was a war Lucius had been fighting for so long, it felt surreal to be finally at the endgame. But it was a relief to know that all the sacrifices, all the lies, all the deaths had finally realized their true purpose. The government had been complicit in its own demise, and they were too foolish even now to understand this simple fact. They could never defeat the combined forces of evolution and revolution that were aligned against them. They could not kill what they did not create. They could not control that which they failed at every turn to understand. Their fate was sealed, and now delivered.

"We will need a strong, stable leader to keep us even. I already know what your answer will be, but I will ask you nonetheless: Will you accept the office of the President of the United States?”

Lucius strode confidently toward the Presidential desk, and pulled the chair out. He sat down in it, as if he owned the place before answering. Letting the question hang in the air. As Gabriel said himself. This was preordained. This was the plan all along...

"I would accept nothing less, Gabe. I am equal to the task, and soon the world shall thank me for taking on the responsibility this office entails. I will lead them, and they will love me for it. Our time is now, our world is rising from the ashes of the old one. A glorious new age begins. We are the Gods now."

(Lyrics- Before I Forget This and Sulfur by Slipknot)

[Maurelle Lacroix]

The vision had been the most clear and the most overwhelming one Maurelle had ever experienced. It had sent her mind flowing through the tapestry of time and space, her body slumping to the ground, in moments. The clarity of the vision and what was to come astounded her as she traversed the tangled web of timelines that were opening up and being rearranged every second. The moment that they were in was apparently the critical mass, the changing point to all that was to come hereafter. How many were they, a dozen, maybe two? Perhaps the smallest stones still could have the most large of ripples...

As she regained consciousness, she was barely cognizant of the events quickly transpiring around her. In a blink of an eye she was preparing to call in her own troops, had gone through the vision, and was now somehow standing in the West Wing, which was seemingly abandoned. Though she understood the need for the precaution when it came to the President and the cabinet, to find the entire area of the building abandoned was eerie. It was a lack of leadership, a lack of trust, a lack of belief that their own troops could have won the day.

Helena had felt a shudder when Lillith made herself known, despite being a safe distance away. It was not that she could reach out and feel the woman... but there was something about her, as if the very fabric of the world was contorted around her. Whatever the true power Lillith commanded, it made Helena afraid, it was power the likes she had only seen in rare cases before and only truly displayed once by her mother in law. Yet somehow Helena felt as if this power might have even eclipsed Lida's own magnificent powers... which left her relatively relieved when the speedboat came to ferry her to the Dominion fleet. The more distance between herself and Lillith the better, though somehow she wondered if any distance would truly be safe from such a being...

She hadn't the time to protest when the teleporter appeared and took her from the vessel she had just boarded and into the White House. The people in the building... were not the ones that Helena had expected to be there, but somehow she was not surprised. She had seen them all before, most of them had been present when the plan to combat the food shortage had been formulated. These were the movers and shakers...

Alexandria laughed when she saw were they had been teleported, her sister had once been in the very same spot. However Eliza had come crashing through a window on a motorcycle while Alexander had simply been 'ported into the Oval Office. Those surrounding her were all powerful in their own ways, all had strings that they could pull if they needed pulling. It was good to see the masks discarded and the totality of Gabriel's intricate web revealed.

"I am the blade that you wield." Alex confidently said, it was all that needed to be said. Alexandria had pledged her life for those that she loved, had taken a road less traveled, and had battled her demons for the sake of those she cared for. She was committed and all in, Gabe only needed to speak the words and his Demoness would be set forth into action, the unstoppable force on a path of relentlessly pursuing the fulfillment of her goals.

Maurelle offered Gabriel a smug smile before a shrug of her shoulder's and a look of disinterest as she gathered herself and took in Gabriel's speech. It was something that she already knew, even without her powers, Marie had taught her to utilize her powers but to already read people, trends, and be prepared for every outcome. Those lessons had yet to fail her in any circumstance, even if sometimes her emotions would offer a different perspective to those she was dealing with.

"My future was always well within my own control." It was a bluff, she had relied on Gabriel for an alliance, Christian for his expertise, but there was an air that she had to maintain. Even in a room among allies, it was the perception of power and confidence that would keep order. "Most of the European powers owe me a favor or two or I am on good relations on. It is as good as already being done."

Helena had listened but had stood with her eyes transfixed at the window, staring out into a shattered city that could have well been devastated further before the day was through. They were all acting as if the victory was achieved, as if it was a foregone conclusion that Lillith would be defeated. Could they feel that energy, how powerful and how dark it was? Helena suspected that she may have been the only one among them all to truly know how terrifying the woman named Lillith really was...

"Mr. Constant, you should know that none of what I have done was every to further my own position, to further some goal of the evolution of the species. All that I have done I have done because it was the right thing to do." Gabriel Constant, a precog like Maurelle, a man of many faces and all of whom were a mystery and so different each time she saw a new one. The architect of a brand new world...

"I will continue to do the right thing, wherever that path may lead, be it as a codirector of the Company, as your associate, or as simply Helena..." It was no solid answer and surely not the one those in the room were keen on hearing, but it was her answer. The government had lost the mantle of leadership when they had unleashed Reggie Sawyer's unstable powers on friend and foe alike. Was Gabriel and his friends the answer? Helena wasn't sure they were, there were few in the room she trusted, but in this day of reckoning they were at least afforded the chance to build a better world than they came into.