Ramattra // Word count - 427 +71 EXP
LEVEL 9 - 154/90

The beams of gentle light shining through stormy clouds of snow were a welcome mix of signals in the Omnic’s circuitry. The dull dark Labyrinth they had escaped from seemed to have brought them closer to the peak than Ramattra anticipated, making the detour less than inconvenient. The scenery was magnificent, and no doubt of some fascinating magical world based on its magnificent structuring. With a sigh of relief, the cold air was a welcome sight compared to the dangerous threats the College posed.

Seeing the two Freds, Ramattra almost felt inclined toward eliminating both of them- entirely unsure whether either of them were telling the truth. Every Frederic that the Omnic had interacted with told a different story- however, two of them were more truthful than the rest… Ramattra hobbled over toward the group, immediately approaching the pair of Frederic’s who argued amongst the Seekers that the other was the imposter. There was a very simple way to discern this puzzle.

“What caused your paintings to come to life?” The Omnic’s voice was clear and stark, a commanding shout over the chatter of his allies. The Fred looked at his faceless counterpart, then at Ramattra, before speaking his case. 

“We haven’t met have we? As I told the others- I was outside painting, particularly inspired by the scenery… when I created an awful painting that gave my creations life! I don’t know what happened but… that painting was the cause of all this!”

Ramattra nodded, before looking toward the faceless Fred, who without a mouth was unable to speak. Faceless shook his head, trying to discredit the other’s story. He began panickedly pantomiming opening a window- followed by painting. He pointed at the original Fred as he motioned for “painting”, trying his best to clue the Omnic.

Ramattra’s cold gaze turned to Sandalphon, his decision made. “The ‘original’ Fred’s story doesn’t stick. One of the College’s residents and the Bright painting Fred both stated that the clones were created after the original looked outside at something horrific. Besides, if looking at that supposed ‘terrible painting’ caused all of this, how would they have seen it if they weren’t alive before?”

Frederic began to grow uneasy, his expression shifting rapidly as he felt his options becoming more and more limited. “I… you… YOU JUST HAD TO GO SNOOPING AROUND HUHH?!” His form began to change rapidly, globs of paint melting rapidly from his body into a discordant rainbow. 

“SANDALPHON! NOW!” He shouted the command- hoping the Archangel had enough time to blow the Facetaker to the ground