For towerofanimus!

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An eerie green glow is coming out from under the door of Wilhelm's room. Upon opening the door, you will find him calmly seated at his desk, a half-full glass of wine at his side, soft music coming from a nearby, old-fashioned phonograph, and a strange, golden disc, over two rotating circles and a green, translucent cube of energy. Wilhelm stares into this cube, his chin resting in his palm, his eyes never blinking as if he were in a trance.

"I was wondering when you would come," he finally says, his voice totally monotonous. Red, albino eyes finally blink, as Wilhelm turns to face you, and motions to the chair directly across from his desk.

The music begins to pick up just a tiny bit, as Wilhelm reaches for the glass of wine, taking a sip. "The collective unconscious of this world fascinates me," he comments, setting the glass back down. "There is so much chaos, strife, and despair. A dystopian universe the likes of which Lovecraft would have found terrifying. It is a perfect representation of humanity's darkest fears."

Glancing back at the Compass for a moment, Wilhelm blinks, and then looks back at his guest. "I cannot see into many of the locations within the tower. The movements of the collective unconscious are also far too erratic for me to properly predict the future. I am not worried, however; I find the added challenge to be interesting."

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Legolas understood next to nothing that Wilhelm spoke of. He barely understood how the phonograph operated, it was nothing like what was on Middle Earth and he'd been around for a few thousand years.

"You were expecting me?" He doesn't sound as surprised as he should be. The Elf has seen strange things back home, stranger things in the tower and would likely seen even stranger still while he remained here.

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"It is difficult to predict the future of this world, but there are still several things that I can predict. Your arrival was one of them, Legolas." Yes, Legolas, he knows your name.

The record shifts a bit, and another piece of the opera begins playing. Wilhelm doesn't react at all to the change in music; he simply shifts his position in his chair, facing the elf much more directly. "I believe you have much to discuss with me. Is that not correct?"

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He really, really should be surprised. He should be but he isn't... Okay, yes. He actually is and he can't hide his surprise at that. One slender brow rises for a moment before he lets it slide.

"Perhaps. I admit I am curious as to how you can read the future. You appear as no wizard I have come to know in my life, from a time that is obviously beyond my own." There was a lot more to it but this was plenty to start.

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"By wizard, of course, you mean one who uses magic," Wilhelm responds. It's a statement, not a question. Wilhelm rotates a bit in his swivel-chair, and motions to the Compass. "This is the Compass of Order and Chaos. With it, I am able to observe the movements of the collective unconscious. Every thought, every action, of every living consciousness affects it, and with it, I am able to predict the events of the future."

The Chaos ring on the Compass continues rotating far faster than Order, and in several erratic ways. "However, the movements of this world's collective unconscious are unstable. I am not able to accurately predict the future of this world, as there are far too many variables I am unfamiliar with."

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"I do." Like Gandalf or Saruman. The elf listens carefully, gaze shifting to the compass and looking a bit confused at it. It was... moving, with apparently no outside influence. There was something he said though that really caught the princes attention.

"You can enter the minds of those here? Is that not dangerous? You could manipulate them as King Theoden once was." Priorities, the Elf has them, despite how reckless Haldir, Gimli and Gandalf thought he was.

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"I do not directly manipulate. Only observe." Well, that was the half-truth of the century. Wilhelm was the king of chessmasters, so much so that other chessmasters could likely learn a thing or two from him. But Legolas was referring to outright mind control, which was something Wilhelm was not capable of. Otherwise, he would have never needed to torture Shion.

"Perhaps I was vague," he elaborated. "The collective unconscious is made up of all mortal minds. It is not a singular entity."