>>5185489https://youtu.be/gawKAeTayNY"Yeah sure, why not." Try anything at least once, that is how you keep the Revolution going.
"Alright, take a seat, please." Sister Beryl intones as you do so. Borges watches on, a passive indifference about him.
"Alif-lam-mim," Beryl starts, her hand moving in certain poses as each syllable rings. You mimic it easily.
"We call upon the bones buried in the past, of the soul once known as Abraxas." The hand gestures repeat, cyclically, rythmically.
"By the saints Mandible and Maxillae, we contact you." Beryl stops her hands, and pours the lifewater into the glass.
"If Abraxas is here and now, then come, o soul! Take shape, as you once did! We request your council!" She raised the cup as if in a toast, and pours its contents onto the waiting Necrologue.
Immediately the chalk likes vanish as the liquid sublimes into ectoplasmic vapor, snaking upwards into a miniature cloud. From the formless mass of ghostly essence, you come to see features taking shape - a forehead here, a nose there, hair sprouting in wisplike tendrils - until you can recognize someone in the fog. It reminds you of Nemo before Nemo.
Its lips starts to move, and you faintly hear a distant whisper at first, before coalescing into legible, normal speech.
"...llo? Hello? Alright, there we go. Now, supposing you three weren't summoning a random entity from beyond the grave for shits and giggles... what's the emergency?"
Abraxas, you presume.
>CHOOSE (SEQUENCE MATTERS)>□ Ask the questions given here >>5182483>□ Explain to him about Gongalla's current situation>□ Tell him of the broken reality anchor>□ Get Borges to open with the questions>□ Other (fill in) 