((A sudden spill of data into the M-mail lines as two nascent consciousnesses are connected to the system, both oozing into the vacancy Anathema left.)) ((One of them is reserved, quiet, spreading their influence slowly and inexorably, like roots through stone, the shift of a stable orbit, or the grim determination of a gardener at work)) ((The other oozes everywhere, a strange, utterly alien mind that leaves a lingering taste of copper, syrup, enzymes and alchemy in the mind of anyone who talks to it.))
@RainRaven for OLW.
