No Surreal Tale/Episode Text

== Episode Text ==
There were those paintings on my ceiling wall again as my eyes opened. Reyonis Platura in its Ignis shape layed in the farther background as people of all kinds were dancing on top of it. It seemed that all that were in the center were hand wrestling as they leaped for the joys of their extravagant skills, those that were on the ends were tapping in a circle hanging their hands, and those that were on the waistlines of it were on one of their feet, prancing as much as they could with their slouched backs.
From the back was the Laliphorus gas swallowing up the spirits of the crawlers on the ends of Reyonis Platura. They were choking in a sense to hold their necks and prevent further lethal contact with the gas. However, some that did not survive were on the ground, laying there. In that painting, there could have been about two hundred or more people in it—with a majority of them celebrating in despair.
I sat up from my bed, and looked around. Everything seemed the same to me. The mirror remained in my sight across from me, granting the right reflection as usual. The reclining chair was still in the same position from when I first came. The floors were still wooden. However, the trick that there was no sound was proven false when I sat up. The soft rolls of covers gave its cue when I slid my hand across it. There were the shower cracks in the corner of my wall with a shower covering that was hanging from a bar that was open.
"Wha...?" I stalked up to the shower covering in the wall, more specifically to examine the towel-like structure. That covering was not there before, I think. From what I remember, it was not there.
Opening the curtains, there was a cement floor freshly paved there, as well as wooden bars that sat at the top of it. It seems that something paved the wooden planks into it. Then, there was also some sort of drain in the middle of it all. Looking up, the wall had an installed faucet from it, possibly to shower instead of vapor. Now, it had both options.
This could not be real. Just yesterday, all of these new editions wer not there, at all. My eyes flashed around the room to find other differences. However, nothing was there that seemed strange to me.
Immediately, I rushed over to Salmah's door and knocked on it. Standing awhile, I realized that he was probably not awake. Then, I turned and scooted over to Zona's door, knocking on it as I got there. I ran over down to Lovopian's door and knocked. Still, no assistance.
I took a glance at the ticker that was on the wall, which had some character and then a "69" beside it. By the time this whole experience is over, I will know what time that says.
Then, I heard the scraping sound of sliding down the hall, with Zona Kon'effin peeping his head out in search of the knocker.
"Zona," I grasped his attention, "My shower changed overnight."
"Okay..." He crossed his arms. "Why does that matter?"
"Because, the shower did not have a cover on it before, and now it does."
He blinked, shaking his head at the smallest increments. "Someone could have changed that, right?"
"Yes," my eyes widened, "but who would do it?"
"Look what time it is, you imbecile. Before waking me up again with you thinking something is urgent, don't wake me up. Don't even knock on my door again." From there, he stormed back in his room and slid that door to a crackling reponse afterward.
Staring at the door, my thoughts revolved on how the door was fastened, and then opened. Now the shower is covered—which is not much of a disadvantage, anyway. However, I thought that I was the one only with accessibility to my room. Dojyu Coffnaigh probably would be the first person that would know about this, because he was the first person here who I came to know.
Going down the halls, the traffic in the hallways were less compared to when I was walking to the Main Hall with Lovopian. Some were there conversating with much documents on their hands, and some were determined to their destination, not unphased by the environment around them. Distractions were everywhere, especially with the ability to see lesser people in the halls. The walls were filled with numerous office doors and officials walking.
A person with their eyes closed walked up to me. "I read the conclusion that your team came up with," his soft voice moved with this small smile. "It is rather thoughtful, yet it has its own arguments to it as well."
Stopping, a sincere need to express myself came upon me. "Do you know where Dojyu Coffnaigh is?"
"He would probably be in his room upstairs. Do you know where it is?"
"No, I do not. Can you take me there, please?"
"Of course," he smiled, and then tapped down my arm for my hand.
I pulled away. "You do not have to do that. Just take me there."
"If you say so. I'll lose you quickly." Then, from there, he began to travel quicker, and quicker until I could not follow any more. Eventually, he was gone.
"Wa--," my eyes hung. From the places I knew he went, I went there and searched myself.
"Hey, where are you going?" There was a familiar female voice behind me. It was most definitely the courageous female with the headscarf.
I turned around to see Moderator Elleai behind me crossing her arms. "I am looking for Dojyu Coffnaigh."
"He is in his room. I can take you there."
"Before you do that," I made note of that brown-haired male with the closed eyes, "do not go too quick for me. My abilities lack much."
"I already see him," her soft voice interluded with mine as the wind that blows calmly in any field. "He is in the room with Finalizer Van. Come with me." She attempted to take my hand, but I pulled away once again.
"I am not holding your hand--at least, not right now."
"Just follow me, then." From there, I walked with her until we made it to the room of Dojyu Coffnaigh. The whole time, he was upstairs with me, but just down the hallway. When we walked up the stairs, there was a locked door at the right side of it once at the top which I never even noticed. Then, there was the continuation of the hallway to my room on the left. She pulled out a key, and opened it.
"This door is always off-limits to subordinate groups, for the reason that these are finalizers and executives with exception to Finalizer Wasyu and the Ovil," She looked back at me, and then walked inside.
"Do you live in this section, too?"
"I do," she knocked on the first door at the start of the hall. "Dojyu Coffnaigh, Savoice Demoy needs to speak with you."
Immediately, the door opened, with Dojyu Coffnaigh standing with the person that abandoned me just now. "Oh, look at here. It is Savoice Demoy."
"I am dismissing, your honor," Moderator Elleai curtsyed and then turned to me. "I will see you at the meeting tomorrow." Then, she walked away.
"Why are you standing there, Savoice?" Dojyu Coffnaigh chuckled, shaking his head. "Come inside so we can speak."
From there, I walked inside as this "Finalizer Van" walked out—eyes still closed.
His room more office-like, along with a bed and a shower that undid the sophisticated expectation. The theme colors seem to be blue and brown, as most of the items in the room besides the stacked papers on his desk were white. In the further right corner, there were two blue sofa chairs with a light that set between them, which looked like a linked spheres. to the left, there was an area for showering which was covered up. Closest to us was the desk of large structure.
"What is it that you need, Savoice?" He closed the door behind me as I made way to the sofa to sit.
"Something is happening to my room."
He sat at his desk, looking to his left to me being in the corner. "What is it, then?"
"Well, most of the conditions that were once there keep disappearing. Wait," I remembered, "you should know about this. Remember when the door was locked, and there was no noise in the room, either. So, you had to come for me. That's right."
As he realized also, he nodded. "And then I told you that the door was opened. Didn't notice that at all."
"Who is doing this? And how was the door fixed when I came back?"
"Fixed?"
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. For some reason, fear began to settle in to tell the situation. "Okay, Moderator Ed-Nonon came--."
"Oh, that." He smirked. "By the way, what happened there, Savoice? Moderator Elleai told me that you attacked him first."
Why would she do that? Because she is a female?
I squinted my eyes. "That is not true--at all. He came early in the morning and attacked me. He banged on my door and..." Then, I remembered what Interpreter Lalsu was telling me about the people not believing me. "Well, this is not what I am here for. I want you to tell me what is happening to my room."
"Honestly, Savoice, I don't know anyone that is able to do that." He began to shift through his papers, and the reached for a familiar pen. "I guess you will have to ask your neighbors and see if they know."
Well, one of my neighbors is hard-headed and secluded Zona Kon'effin; the other cannot even speak correctly. So, how would they know anything?
"I am beginning to believe that you are behind this, Dojyu Coffnaigh. You are trying to make me look strange to the people or something."
He shook his head and picked up a set of papers. "Now you are just making accusations. I still want to know what happened between you and Jola. You do realize that he will be your Moderator tomorrow, right?"
"No, now you are trying to change the subject," I pointed. "Are you facilitating these changes to my room?"
"Why are you so tense about the matter? Does it matter if your door is fixed or not? It is good to have a fixed door so no one else barges in like Moderator Ed-Nonon did."
"That's why I came to see you. You were the first person that came to me in the room and knew where I was along with the ability to get inside. You locked the doors in fear that I would run. But, then later on, you came later when I was about to stay in Lovopian's room. Tell me, was the door locked in the beginning?"
He shook his head side to side. "Yes it was."
"Alright. So, then I went to my room, and found that the door was indeed opened. Moderator Nonon attacked me, and he busted the door off almost hitting me. But, after I came back from the 'Regimen', it was back on there. I just didn't think about it then. I asked Salmah where the shower was, and he showed me; it was in the corner. I remember the shower covering and the wooden planks not being there then. But, now they're there. Tell me how that happens."
"Like I said before," he picked up his pen, "Someone probably fixed it."
"You didn't say that."
"I didn't? Yes, I did, Savoice."
"No, you--!"
"I did," he maintained his calm voice to ease the tension. "There are many things that you say, Savoice, that may not be true. This is one of them."
"This is true, you liar! I am not the one lying here!"
"You aren't--to a degree--so don't raise your voice, please. To accuse me of facilitating changes in your room has been confessed as false. Now, I do admit to seeing the door opened."
"If something else changes, I am telling the Ovil."
He smirked at me, "You're not the Higher anymore?"
"Wha..." The mouth of the simple trembled with twitching anxiousness. "I still am the Higher."
"Then why can't you resolve this yourself?"
I watched him closely, unable to blink. "Because, I would ask for your affirmation. I came here to find resolution to a project. I think the project is the executive members." I stood up.
"Whatever you say," his hand swayed as he dove back down into his work. "Just do not deny your reality."
I sat back down and stared at him. "Why were you the one that came for me to go to that one place?"
"What place?"
"You know what I am speaking of," I leaned forward in my seat. "That place I went to when all of the executives had the ceremony."
"Oh, you mean the 'Main Arch'?"
"I guess that was its name. Why did you get me? They would have proceeded without me, anyway."
"What do you mean by that? I got you because you are one of the designated Interpreters to be a part of this facility."
"There's more to it, I think." How much less was he going to confess to me? I might as well just leave. "You are hiding something from me. This is your floor to tell me. If I figure out that this is a setup to have me killed or something, I will give authorization to the Pertanese to have you executed."
"That's what you told the Ovil, too. Don't use that device on me. Fear never upholds me."
He did not move a muscle. At the desk was the brown hair of this male shocking into my eyes with confidence that pressed into mine. The swirly blue orb of vision destined his weakneses from the beginning. His hands were clasped together as his face leaned toward it, slouching on the desk. Still, he was motionless.
"I have no fear, eith--."
"You say this because you feel threatened at the moment." He smiled, picking up the pen from his desk. "It's reassurance that you have the floor here, although you just told me it was my time to speak."
"You are not a threat," memories of being a Higher confirmed in my mind, "because I have dealt with haughty people like you before. What I have to do is remind you of what you are, which is only a Dojyu. Not a Higher."
"I've let you ramble for a while, have I? Perhaps, you should tell Moderator Ed-Nonon that. He probably was the one that changed up your room."
"You think so?"
"Who else is there that may be conspiring against you? It can't be me."
Standing up and leaving is the only option. If I continue this conversation, he is just going to make himself with a higher mind again.
"I am leaving," I began to depart, lastly stopping in front of him. "And if it changes again, all of you here are dead." From there, I took my final steps in the room and slid the door open.
"Be wary of your threats," Dojyu Coffnaigh called out to me. However, I had closed the door by the time he could start another conversation.
Down the halls of the executives looked much different than the main hallway. Most of the scenery took either a coffee brown or white color. The floors had line crevices like wood, but it was not hard like it. There were fogged windows that limited the amount of light entry into the room, even at the ceiling. Doors were at one side in total, with the other side being the windows.
I wanted to find Moderator Ed-Nonon's door so I could bust his door open while he was sleeping and attempt to harm him like he did me. I knocked on the door that was beside Dojyu Coffnaigh's.
The sounds of steps gradually became louder toward the door, and they sounded rather heavy. The door gave its cue of unlocking as a shadow phased from inside. The door opened.
"Wait," my eyes widened, "I do not want to harm you at all right now." I wasn't even expecting it to be him.
Moderator Jola Ed-Nonon stood at the door, leaning over. "You came back for me, did you?"
"Not exactly. I actually came here to warn you about bothering me again. I have told numerous people here about you invading my room a day or two ago, and you are probably about to get into trouble."
"I don't care."
My eyes squinted. "You should. I was a Higher, you--."
"I still don't care." Then, he got closer to me, leaning on the door. 
I moved back. "We are not about to do this again."
"I'm more than willing to grant that to you if you want it. Your bones are quite small, so you should pull back from me. Go away."
"You are quite weak for Moderator Elleai bringing you down like she did."
"I said, 'go away'."
"No," walking closer to him. "I am not going to flee, so," I put my fists up.
"You're just looking for trouble." He pushed himself up from leaning and moved toward me.
"I am going to have t-the last say here."
"Moderator Eddy," a familiar raspy voice crawled from behind me. "Don't do that."
Immediately, Moderator Ed-Nonon flipped his hair and stood straight. "Callinaiva, if this Interpreter is not removed before that meeting tomorrow, someone is going to be dead."
Callinaiva's glistening white eyes came to the corner of my eye. "Who is that someone? I hope that is not the Pertan that you speak of."
"I just said 'someone' for a reason." Then, he glared at me. "You'd better get outta here, Savoice."
Callinaiva grabbed my shoulders from behind, resting his chin on my right shoulder. "Follow the Callinaiva, for he will lead the way." He tapped my hand and left from behind.
Turning around and following had me do so quickly, as Moderator Ed-Nonon was watching. "Where are we going? The door is behind him."
"You are going to Callinaiva's room."
"No, this section of the facility is off-limits to me. Or, actually, it isn't to a level, since I'm a Higher."
Further doors down was his room, as he slid it open. "You need to clear up this lie that is going around about you and Moderator Eddy."
"What lie are you talking about?"
The room was dark with one light shining on a chair, seemingly having nothing else in it.
"Did not the two of you fight eachother? At least, that is what Callinaiva heard."
"May I sit in this chair?" I sat down in it, slouching over. "Forget it. You did well relieving me of the situation."
He sat down on the dark floor, as his eyes glowed his location. "It should be told. Callinaiva also heard that you physically harmed the Ovil."
"It was not physical to the point of harm."
"What did you do?"
I frowned as the light caused my eyes to squint. "He burned my original documents--the ones that were confirmed from when I first got here. I got angry, so I pushed him toward it so he could see it better."
"That made you angry, hmm?" He lied down. "That would have made Callinaiva sit down in his sofa."
"What are you talking about?"
"Callinaiva always sits when he is upset, because sitting in thought is the cure to trouble."
So much for sitting in the chair. "I am not upset, Callinaiva. Moderator Ed-Nonon is probably the most upset out of everyone here, just because I pushed him in a puny line."
"So, that's what you did. Callinaiva saw that, too. After that, he told me that you are a Pertanese narcissist and deceiver of the people."
"Just for a line. I needed to get ahead."
"Did you, now? Well, Callinaiva did not need to, so he stayed behind." He stood up. "You may stay here as long as you need to, so you can give your thoughts to the chair. I am going to a meeting for Executives."
"Can I go?"
"You probably shouldn't," he walked to the door. "Not only is Moderator Eddy going to be there, but so will the Ovil. They will discuss rules on how to deal with 'inpertinent' individuals. Bye, now." Then, he walked out.
As soon as he slid the door closed, I leaned my chin on my thumb. The chair was rather comfy, but there was no time to thought. I followed him all the way. After all, he did not say that I could not.
Callinaiva was ahead of me, slouching in his walk. He was smaller compared to me being in the distance, but if he looked back, then he would be larger in my eye. The halls and stairs balanced these cautions, however.
Downstairs was the ceremonial room, the "Main Arch" room that we went into. It was still the same of the room, with the long table and the chairs then the podium and stand at the front. The room was dead silent.
Much of the Moderators were there, wearing all black according to their attire. There was Moderator Ghonpherti from the other day, along with Moderator Fuge mumbling, and then Callinaiva sitting down. I stood at the door for a while, but then had the ambition to walk in.
"Where is Moderator Ed-Nonon?" Moderator Ghonpherti shook his head. "He's the reason why we're here today."
"He had another brawl yet more with Savoice just earlier," Callinaiva put his short white hair into a messy ponytail. "Callinaiva intervened."
"Nuh, uh, uh," Moderator Fuge smirked, "Not only is the source near, but it is also ready to prance."
"I realized that when I looked over slightly," Moderator Ghonpherti squinted his eyes. "How did you break it up?"
"Callinaiva came close to him and pulled him from the situation. Moderator Ed-Nonon may have hid in shame."
"Why are you standing by the door?" A sharp voice pierced my ear, being of Moderator Hoberzt's.
"I was listening to the situation," I said. "Don't talk to me like that again."
"I am not going to attempt to bother you. The wild always will be tamed." From there, he pushed past me and sat down.
But, anger already began to boil. "You all are the wild ones trying to subdue a Higher!"
"Hey, hey," Moderator Ghonpherti pointed at Moderator Hoberzt. "Now you started something."
"I did not start anything. He did."
"This is why we are having this meeting," the Ovil walked in beside Dojyu Coffnaigh and Cerva Sah. The three of them took their seats at the top podium as the Moderators were at the lower table—where the Interpreters were during the ceremony.
"Sit down, Savoice," Cerva Sah pointed at the chair beside Moderator Hoberzt.
He told me what to do, but my eyes were stinging with anger. "You sit down."
"I already am."
"All of you are setting me up for this," I sat down as assigned. "I have been put here to be killed."
"No one is trying to kill you, Savoice," Moderator Ghonpherti laughed. "You are building a story of nonsense."
Everyone, including myself, did not appreciate the anticipated joke. They all stared.
"Sorry," Moderator Ghonpherti looked at a nearby empty wall.
From there, it was mostly silence. All of them were sitting there in preparation of the meeting. Apparently, they were waitng for Moderator Elleai and Moderator Ed-Nonon.
"They're probably arguing together," I mumbled. "There's corruption in all places."
"Nice for you to realize that, Savoice," Moderator Fuge sharpened a sword that he had banded to his back normally.
The door slid open, with Moderator Elleai rushing in with Moderator Ed-Nonon behind her, feeling his horns.
"I am so sorry for being late," she bowed her head and sat down beside Moderator Hoberzt.
Moderator Ed-Nonon sat down beside Callinaiva and glanced at me. "Why is he here? He's not an executive."
"By tomorrow, all of you will have had to pull yourselves together," the Ovil stood up. "Team Conclusion Najarv'sye is not the only team that would have this mandatory meeting, so hear me closely. I will not tolerate any Moderator showing any disrespect to the Interpreters--regardless of the reason. As we have permenant positions in the Ovilian Arch of Studies, the Interpreters are temporary, and will not stay long. They are here to provide us information for laws to be passed, not us forcing it to them. From now on, I forbid any disrespect from Moderators to Interpreters." He sat down.
"Any comments about the matter must be addressed here," Cerva Sah adjusted his glasses.
"Why is he here?!" Moderator Ed-Nonon pointed at me.
"Stop yelling," Dojyu Coffnaigh smirked. "Doing so depletes your longevity in the long term."
"Argh, you are the one that let him here in the first place! You should have let him die when he could have."
"No blaming right now," the Ovil slouched over. "Only present questions."
"I asked one and you ignored it! Why is he here?!"
"He was already standing at the door," Cerva Sah shook his head, "so he may as well just sat down. Besides, he needs to know what we are discussing so he can tell the other Interpreters next time they meet in that back room."
"I'm not talking about in 'here', Cerva. I'm talking about 'here' at this facility."
"I selected him as the Pertanese officials were about to draft him to be an Uisas agent. On his 'Capability Test', he did not pass the 'mental stability' test, so I put him here, instead."
"Why didn't you just make him an ambassador--something more easier to do, then?"
"We need to get back on topic," Dojyu Coffnaigh tapped Cerva Sah's arm.
"Hold on," Cervah Sah's ears twitched. "He was not drafted into that position, because he would have to deal with the 'spotaneous reality'. If he committed suicide because of the circumstance, we would be in trouble with the Pertanese government. He is not mentally able to tolerate 'spotaneous reality' as he cannot tolerate this already."
Moderator Ed-Nonon nodded. "Thank you for finally answering that, after so many days. I'm just warning you, though. I have a history of killing others. If Savoice gets under my skin, and I black out, then it will not be on me."
"Yes it will." Cerva Sah scowled at Moderator Ed-Nonon seating himself.
"Let us get back on topic now," Dojyu Coffnaigh knocked on the table. "Are there any questions or comments about this new order enforced by the Ovil?"
"Yes. Are we going to..." Moderator Fuge was mumbling some words that could not be heard unless a person sat near him.
The Ovil stood up. "Can you say that louder, Moderator Fuge?"
"I said, 'Do we have to admonish Interpreters if they fall short?'"
"Yes, you do. However, what we are not going to do is penalize them. We desire the Interpreters to return back to the system once the Conclusion is made, as the Ovilian Arch of Studies does not have a good reputation right now on Reyonis Platura. So, they need a positive experience to tell to others so that they can be drafted, too. Anyone else?"
"Ovil, there was a law saying that there should be no speech of misconduct, correct?" Zyphera Elleai's voice soothed the room.
"There is."
"Well, what are the levels of misconduct when it comes down to inappropriate Interpreters?"
"There are three levels--level one being the worst of ones. Level three misconduct is solely language that can harm subordinate individuals, including interruptions, speaking without understanding, dismissing yourself without permission, all of that sort. Level two misconduct is physical harm to subordinates, for example with physical violence and the use of abilities on subordinates which they cannot abide. Level three is a combination of the other two, in addition to denying reality and conforming others to similar beliefs.
"Moderator Ed-Nonon, you already committed level two misconduct by attacking Savoice. From now on, you will receive a gracious warning for doing so. However, if you do it again, you will be sent back to the Salwom region. Level one misconduct may result in demotions to the Ambassador branch. Anyone that commits a level three misconduct is ejected outside of the District of Turiah to live in Ovilis as long as designated.
"With enough sincerity, I ask all of you to nurture one another in the right way so that all of this is prevented. No more disposition between all of you. No more scoffing subordinates. No more silent language of resentment. None of that will be further tolerated. Now, are there any other questions?"
"I have a question," Dojyu Coffnaigh raised his finger. "What if there is a subordinate denying reality?"
He was obviously trying to conspire against me again.
"Well," the Ovil shook his head, "you know what the law says. What does it say, Dojyu?"
"It says that subordinates who deny reality will be ejected outside of the District of Turiah. But, are they going to get a warning first?"
"Go ahead and admonish them first before confirming the ejection. One never knows their mistake before they are told. Any other questions?"
I raised my hand. "Am I allowed to report Moderators that do not adhere to these rules?"
Even then, none of them looked at me—not even some level of regard.
Bvan Ghonpherti glanced over at me, and then knocked on th table. "Are there going to be rules in place for the subordinates?"
"There is one being made in progress, but by the three of us," the Ovil waved a triangle from himself, to Dojyu Coffnaigh, to Cerva Sah, and then back at himself. "It will take a while, though. Just know one of the rules right now is to moderate Vavy topics that are brought up in the meetings."
They just ignored me. They did not even regard my question or may not have even given thought to it. So, I did myself a favor by not listening to them. If their objective was for me to tell the rest of the Interpreters, then I just will not, since they think that I can be disregarded like that. They asked quite a bit of questions, even bringing up Najarv'sye eventually.
"He is a strange individual," Cerva Sah nodded at Moderator Fuge, "but we cannot let him do what he wants, either. He follows similar laws to ours, although he has the freedom to deny reality. He already lives outside of the District of Turiah, and endures much of the 'spotaneous reality' in the hot areas of Ovilis. So, we cannot hold him back. It is an obligation for Moderators to watch Interpreters and prevent conformity if possible."
After that, there were questions about attire and such, so I numbed my ears to the conversation. Ignorance was more of the solution for me to never be a part of it. So, I had my leg crossed over the other, and I slouched over the table as my head rested in my chin against the table. Tomorrow is the Conclusion Najarv'sye meet again, so I will point out the mistakes of the Moderators when necessary.
The meeting took a long time, but eventually finished. By the time I was out of the thoughts of myself being with Moderator Elleai, everyone was standing from their seats.
"Remember, tomorrow Moderators Zyphera Elleai and Jola Ed-Nonon will take part in the Conclusion Najarv'sye meeting." Cerva Sah marched out with the Ovil in front behind Dojyu Coffnaigh.
Everyone else were socializing about the matter, more of giving their opinions about the new rule established. But me, I began to depart.
"Savoice," Moderator Elleai's voice silently cut my heart. "Let me follow you to your room."
I had my destination in my eye. "Why?"
"Because I want to speak with you. You're interesting, Savoice."
"Interesting..."
"You don't seem to hold back from the truth like everyone else, and you don't hold your peace when you should, either."
"Are you already breaking a level one misconduct?"
"Savoice," she got in my way of the stairs, "I had to rescue you from Moderator Ed-Nonon. That is more than a disappointment. Maybe I am committing a 'level one misconduct' by insulting you, but you are too easy to be insulted. You are simple."
"Simple?" Air filled my chest, and then released. "But, the simple do have revelation." I walked around her.
She trailed behind me. "Do they really? Or, is that what Najarv'sye wanted you to think?"
Still looking ahead, I said, "Najarv'sye is the simple. I got it."
From there, she did not follow me any more, but I heard her say, "Then we are all complex," and walk away.
For a bit, I winced back at her, but decided that she was not important to me right now. I had to get back to my room and formulate plans out for the meeting tomorrow. Now with the rules at hand, I would reinforce my plan. I was right all along to ask the Moderators a question. But, this time, I will ask them my question that they ignored at the executive meeting, and they will probably set the mood of the people to denial.
If I asked, "Am I allowed to report Najarv'sye for influencing conformity of the people?" then the people will be in shock that what I mention is a rule to start. From there, the Moderator would have to answer—I think. If he or she doesn't, then I'm pretty sure that Khovab person will—since he likes talking about the Vavys so much. From there, they will not have a choice about it. They cannot dismiss themselves without permission. Most of all, Najarv'sye might be able to answer the question on his own, as it pertains to him.
Yes, this will work. Once the people find themselves buried in their shame of confronting a Higher in the wrong way, the Higher will be uplifted as the reigning power, Interpreter Savoice.
For the rest of the day, I went to the cafeteria a little too late in the afternoon to eat, so I had to starve once again. With the changed appearance, I still managed to take a decent shower. For a while, I stared at the Reyonis Platura painting again. But, at the end of the day, I fell into a deep sleep that snatched many hours out of my day.Category:Sub-pages