Who? (Hoo?)

An exploration of the first Postulate.

Dream by Caesura, Artwork by Grant Griffin

???: "Hello? Is this thing on?"
The vision shifts from darkness to a hazy outline of a man, his gray skin stark against the black.
???: "Zandeer and the Black Owl can't come to the phone right now, they're having a marital tussle! Oh, shit..."
The vision goes black again, and then shutters between blinding brightness and absolute dark.
???: "Fuck! This is harder than they made it look... Hold on!"
Color explodes, the hazy outline blasted into clarity, and a monsterous face--
???: "Hey!"
A face with beastial features--
???: "Nope. Try harder."
A charming face with beastial features comes into view, his skin as gray as a tragic corpse, teeth like a vampire's mighty fangs, and serpentine eyes the color of aquamarines.
???: "Now we're talking! And who am I?"
Caesura.
Caesura: "Wow! I get a little nameplate and everything. How quaint. What else can I do? WAIT! Let me try it."
Caesura waves his hands about, searching for the plain and secret spaces, his words fleeing from his mouth and into the nooks and crannies of the dreamspace.
Caesura: "--making this dream! Oh, we're back in this one. Cool!"
Caesura takes a moment to appreciate his grand work, but then the smile fades from his face...
Caesura: "I forgot what we were doing."
We were going to punch Rufus Geldenleaf in the mouth with a question of cosmic porpotions.
Caesura: "Oh yeah. Who might be able to tell me where he is?"
No. Not like that. In bold.
Caesura: "Ahhh. Who might be able to tell me where he is?"
This time, there was a sweet ring of a bell, causing Caesura to perk up his one good ear. He sent a question out into the universe, one of the Five Postulates, and the universe answered. A name came unbidden to his mind, simple as can be, and the Alignmatist grinned.
Caesura: "Nicholas Carter! Gosh, I haven't seen him since he blew Lockette's brains out. Let's go check in on him..."
A dramatic pause, the camera rotating away and around Caesura's head, and then back to his face, where a wicked expression awaits us.
Caesura: "Next time, on Caesura's..."
Hunt for Rufus Geldenleaf?
Caesura: "Too on the nose."
Grand Quest?
Caesura: "Too biblical."
Drop the Caesura's.
Caesura: "But I like my name being in it..."
But then you can call it 'The Golden Inquisition'.
Caesura's jaw dropped.
We totally got him.
Caesura: "Good job, dreamscape! Next time -- ON THE GOLDEN INQUISITION!"
The vision fades...

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Caesura: "Oooo commentary space! This dream's gonna be a real art piece, let me tell ya! 5/5 weasel knees."