[center][color=8493ca][b][h2]Otto Lancanza[/h2][/b][/color][hr][/center]
Otto, suddenly moving, realized that the doctor had been gone for several minutes already and that he had been in some kind of strange stasis. He marveled at the great power that that amoeboid surgeon possessed. Turning his attention elsewhere, Otto sheathed his industrial ductape and the cards he'd made from them before his arrival and headed towards the bed where the rune-writ child lay. It was but a baby, yet it was silent, noiseless, and its eyes lacking the comprehension of a living being.

It lived, yet...was not present. Yet he could not understand it, for the child was clearly not gotten. Yet, as he took it into his arms, he could not get kid. Why couldn't he get kid. He had got the child in his arms, he had the baby in his grasp.

Then he realized, a baby was not a kid. It was an infant.

His eyes widened at the realization, [color=8493ca][b]"H-how can this be. We...we've been fooled!"[/b][/color] Otto unceremoniously laid the vegetative baby back upon the operation pedastle and turned to the others who were present. [color=8493ca][b]"We can't let this failure rot our souls or we will have been gotten. We must unite and find a way to transcend this, to transcend the transcendent so that we may deal with this monstrosity at its source. We must...we must go to The Vortex. I believe it is the only way."[/b][/color]

[i]I believe,[/i] he thought.

[i]I believe in magic...[/i] he thought with song.

It was the only way.