A Man Named Rain
13
AUG/20
As Oni and Joe discussed plans on rescuing Rain, Walder stood still, taking it all in. He was a bit stunned by the situation and its familiarity. It wasn’t exactly déjà vu, as he didn’t feel like he had experienced this himself previously, but that maybe he had read about it.
Did he have a vision about this? He was wracking his brain trying to remember. It was something about Rain.
The group was talking about resting but not here. They were discussing tactics. FastStaff didn’t hear any of it.
Wait. Wait just a moment. He think he had it.
He moved himself to the perimeter of the group. Everyone was looking at Oni and Joe, and Walder FastStaff thought he wasn’t being watched. That’s when he slipped his most prized possession out of the secret pocket sewn ever so carefully into the interior of his shirt. He thought about history of these objects, being passed down from Walder to Walder in the Double Octogon, all the way from the founder, and he felt honored.
He palmed the 2 bean shaped objects and waited for his moment. When he was sure he wasn’t being watched he moved his hands to his head and pretended to feather his prematurely grey hair. What he was really doing was putting the ear buds in. A double tap brought them to life.
“List songs with the word ‘Rain’” he said a little too loudly he realized. He glanced around seeing if anyone was looking.
A female voice began to talk “I Can’t Stand The Rain. November Rain. Purple Rain. Have You Ever Seen the Rain. B…”
“Stop. Play ‘Have you ever seen the Rain.’” Walder whispered to the ear buds. He observed the group as he listened, still confident no one was paying attention to him.
“Stop. Resume list.”
The female voice picked up right where she left off. “lue eyes crying the rain. A man named Rain.”
“Stop. Play ‘A Man Named Rain.” Walder started smiling as the song played. He found it. “Such a catchy tune,” he thought.
As he listened he marveled how it paralleled current events. He hadn’t know the group for long, but he thought it was written from Joe’s point of view.
Joe. Jo. Was he Dianjo from his dreams? Was Dian a surname that FastStaff hadn’t heard yet?
He thought again about his dreams again, and the message they contained.
backov meanmo deme dianjo
Were they even names though? Perhaps it was an anagram? Or was it backwards? A replacement code? Or was it simpler? (I think the DM is giving an inspiration to any of you that can figure it out.)
FastStaff snapped to attention as he felt somone’s eyes on him. He glanced around at the group. Everything was as it had been…or was it?