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| Misa | It's a loud, noisy afternoon in the arena- and while the ranks are beginning to thin among competitors, there are plenty of matches to give a given fighter a fair amount of downtime. People milling about as well as in the stands as matches begin and end with no particular synchronicity- and one woman diverting from the crowd to head into the rest and preparation areas.
Not so much sneaking, given she's a competitor herself, but certainly not headed in with the intentions one would assume. Rather than finding a quiet corner to prepare herself in whatever manner might befit her temperament, she is rather simply... wandering the resting areas. Exploring, almost. Certainly keeping her eyes on the small corners and intentional dead ends that some might use for more private affairs between matches. She's perhaps not... the best actor at seeming inconspicuous? Certainly not the worst. But then again, she seems to have sadly been born without a personality, so sometimes the eyes just glaze right past her anyways. |
| Amethyst | Idle wanderings can make for interesting meetings, and Amethyst is restless. It's hard to be inconspicuous when you have glowing tattooes and faint markings of the wyld, but the intentions that brew beneath her calm exterior can be difficult to understand, as inscrutible as stone. The young dragon is looking for somewhere away from the crowd, where no one'll notice her and her little efforts to further refine her control over her new wyld prowess. |
| Bright Journey | As the Arena above is milling with excitement at the first round drawing to a close, it appears Misa might not be the only person taking advantage of everyone's attention being drawn elsewhere. Deep in the maze of corridors and rooms beneath the actual colosseum area far above, the flickering torches cast a fitful light over another figure standing in the doorway to what might be an office.
From the back, the figure has on a deeply hooded cloak, the night-black cloth accented by finely wrought and delicate gold trim. The figure is average height for a man, or a bit tall for a woman, and even past the drape of the cloak there's enough curve at the hips to suggest the latter. The figure is standing still and contemplating whatever it is she's seeing inside. No one else is immediately visible, but aside from the din of the proceedings above, there's at least one more person wandering the halls nearby, from the direction of the exit near the North Gate. Since Misa isn't sneaking, per se, the scrape of her boot attracts the attention of the black-cloaked figure. She half-turns to look, revealing long, pale pink hair falling out of the hood as well as fair skin and brightly multicolored eyes. She looks at Misa curiously--neither friendly nor antagonistic, a bit wary but not defensive. She looks ready to speak, but decides against it at the last second. |
| Misa | "Lovely night for a stroll, hm?" offers Misa, in her almost comically quiet voice. Not necessarily unconfident? Simply soft by nature. "Though perhaps a curious place to choose it. Something I can help you find? Something of a specialty of mine, that," she offers in turn.
She slows to a stop almost without sound at this point, shifting to a rather more measured stride in the presence of others- and apparently not altogether unaware of the third woman coming up behind, given the slight turn of her head at the sound- or something like that. |
| Amethyst | "Misa, Bright, I wasn't expecting to run into you two here." Amethyst says with a little trill in her voice. There's also a little hint of annoyance since she really didn't necessarily want to run into any of the folks who know her right now. "What brings you two down here?"
Maybe it's just the way that the light catches her face, but somehow she seems just a little reminiscent of whatever it was she invoked in the arena the other day. |
| Bright Journey | Bright Journey turns and looks at Misa curiously. As she turns, the glint of golden armor underneath the cloak shines briefly in the torchlight. Whoever this woman is, she's equipped for battle. Probably another competitor?
As Misa greets her, Bright Journey gets a warm, comforting smile as she almost palpably turns on the charm. "Oh, you know how it is, I'm sure." Her contralto is soothing, every syllable measured to defuse the situation. Her smile twitches upwards just a bit, in a knowing, conspiratorial way. "One gets lost so easily in these warrens." A lie, obviously, but not meant to deceive. More of an invitation to conspire, possibly. "After all, I'd venture a guess that you're lost down here too?" She chuckles a bit, but anything else she was going to say is interrupted quite plainly by Amethyst bursting onto the scene. Her eyebrows raise skywards as she takes in the quite obvious young alchemist. "Well, hello there, Amethyst. Quite a show this afternoon!" She grins a little more easily, then cocks her head to one side. "And you know this fine young lady, as well. I do believe I'm jealous." She laughs lightly. "I thought I knew everyone. Do introduce us!" Bright's expression darkens a bit, brow furrowing, a moment later. "As for what brings me here, we need to talk, Amethyst. And if you can vouch for Misa, finding things is a skill we could use right now." |
| Misa | For all that it's not ineffective, there's a definite feeling that Misa has been around the block of people trying to charm her... more than a few times in her life and has numbed somewhat to it.
She pauses and half-turns as Amethyst arrives properly, thumb hooking idly into the sash about her waist and conveniently near the scabbarded, mundane-if-embellished blade at her hip. She considers the pair for a moment, silent, before offering; "To clarify, you and I -have- met, however briefly and long ago," she comments to Bright, voice as idle as her motion at the moment. "I would be somewhat surprised if she fully vouched- I am after all someone she has met... three times? Perhaps? And mostly in the context of my more martial pursuits, to my recollection, save that one quick find and odd sorcerous wall." |
| Amethyst | "This is Misa, and it seems you've already met Bright Journey." Amethyst says. And her expression similarly darkens as she moves closer to Bright. "I can't vouch for her no, but if you're here in your armor then I don't think it can afford to wait, can it?" A pulse of sorcerous essence, that familiar pressing of the deep ocean that comes with Amethyst's casting falls over the scene as her blood whip flows from wounds she experienced earlier in the day. But she doesn't grab it, only coiling it around her arm for now, readying it.
Her ears lower and her tattooes become more still as she focuses and calms herself. "What's up Bright? I can't think of the last time /you/ had something for me." |
| Bright Journey | Bright looks thoughtfully at Misa. "Hm. I -do- vaguely remember your face, to be honest, now that you mention it. I'm afraid the exact circumstances escape me at the moment, but I admit to being a bit preoccupied at the moment. You're right, Amethyst, this -can't- wait, and there's a reason I just went and came here instead of taking the extra day it would require to find Silk." She looks rueful for a moment. "Gee, am I -that- stingy, Amethyst? I thought I was being a better friend than that, I admit, particularly given some undersea shenanigans, ne?"
Her expression darkens considerably, a deep frown creasing her normally open and friendly features. "So long as your friend isn't actually working with the people who run this Arena--either the city workers who run it day-to-day or the Nine Sheaves Consortium who are running this actual event--I'm fine with sharing. A couple of us were in a private booth, chatting while we watched the fights, and..." She sighs. "Not going to get into the details, but we were discussing things that need to not get out. The point is, I heard something like someone was hiding in the booth. We looked and while there was no one there...there was an object that didn't belong. I didn't dare take it with me today, of course. While we were listening, we all heard something, like...I believe a wooden scraping sound, coming from it. It had an Old Realm glyph--'Clarity'--and we think it was sending us sound from somewhere else. We...think it might have been set to eavesdrop on us." |
| Misa | "A rather vague sort of omen- although, I must confess my own reasons for wandering were themselves vague, so... I suppose I cannot complain overmuch," Misa muses, shrugging at the description.
"It may be worth returning to that booth when convenient, look for signs of whomever it may have been. If there is some sort of less visible pass they may have used, that sort of thing. But in the meantime- what does that rune description remind me of..." she muses further, looking off to the side for a moment. |
| Amethyst | "Oh uh, I meant more that I know it's bad when you're snooping around immediately, that's all. I do owe you quite a bit." Amethyst says rubbing one of her ears and her neck.
Amethyst then closes her eyes at the revelation, "Damn." And then she more considers, and her own expression darkens as she seems to understand what Bright means "Well, they know a lot more about me and the others than I'd like if they're evesdropping on us." "There's also a chance it wasn't either of the groups, but someone just simply taking advantage of the situation. This is a great opportunity for spying, after all." |
| Grave Saint | In the Arena's underbelly, there is a long haired lady in an ebon kimono with flower patterns of the red spider lily. There are also said flowers decorating her hair as an accessory. She may be familiar to those who watched the last fight due to her battle song complimenting the battle so well and even improvised despite the fact a "mortal" won over the dragon of Pasiap.
What even is her reason for wandering in the silent corridors of the Arena? She is carrying a pipa with a strange glimmer to it while having song notes in hand, possibly for practice. However it seems she's not alone.... |
| Bright Journey | Bright looks at Amethyst and nods gravely. "Exactly, my dear. I won't say exactly what we were discussing, but it included information about a trip I'm planning, among other things. -Very- bad, I'm sure you agree.
"What's worse, though, is that whoever it was knew enough to put it in -that- booth. There's lots of private booths, after all, and I refuse to believe they have enough of those things, or the time, to listen to every one. Granted, I am in the world's worst position to talk about standing out in a crowd...well, second worst, with Fudou competing." She chuckles. "But still. They knew to target us. They heard far more than we want them to. And we don't know what they're going to do with that information...if anything, yet. My whole reason for being here is in hopes of finding another of those artifacts. I really want to know who it was, too. I haven't had enough time to really put it through its paces, figure out its range if any, but...it can't be for miles, can it? I thought whoever was listening might be working or watching right here." |
| Misa | "The part that I am stuck on is the idea that there would be a wood scraping sound. Could be as simple as shifting a chair? But depending on the frequency and cadence, it may be something more worth keeping in mind. Likely not enough to be one of the arenas, but- the announcement stage, or under the more closed stands on a quieter end farther from the arenas? I confess I do not recall if there is a limited range of effect for such a sort of glyph."
She ceases her thinking aloud (Mostly for the benefit of the others) as she hears the approach, a hand going up and her stepping out from between the other two. "Unless of course the perpetrating party is simply on their way to us now? I doubt they could make it away from me, if it comes down to it." |
| Amethyst | "Well, I can say it's probably not one of the Dragon-Blooded, we have our own techniques for listening to people from afar, likely wouldn't need such a device." Amethyst says, contemplating herself, "Getting our hands on it would be quite helpful, yes. And that explains why you're in this area, searching around where they'd likely hide such a thing if it was in fact in the Arena somewhere." She nods.
Then her ear twitches and she turns around, "It would be convenient if they happened to stumble across us like this." Her whip starts to uncoil, just in case. |
| Grave Saint | Higanbana is the type to hide in plain sight not the kind to hide in darkness so she was not surprised when discovered. She oddly merely giggles unfazed by her discovery. "Well well, I was just searching for a quiet place to practice my song for the next arena battle. She then states at the strange rune as she is familiar with it. "Hmm Clarity" She mutters the writing on the rune "Ah Old Realm writing, good for conversing with spirits I must say"
She wonders if she may have startled the strangers. "I apologize for barging in but I admit the conversation is quite interesting to the point I listened. Hope I didn't accidentally hear embarrassing secrets or anything" She remains gleeful with a smile as an apology |
| Bright Journey | Bright was looking up and in the woman's direction the moment she even got close, so as she steps closer Bright's pink eyebrows raise skyward. She eyes the woman for a long moment, then quietly speaks.
"Quite a bit of that going around, I guess. I think I remember you, actually, from earlier in the day, and in all fairness you didn't seem to need the practice." She smiles a bit, though it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "Well...we all have secrets, of course. Especially the people who run the Arena, I am thinking. Tell me, is that why you're here? I have to admit, your timing is impeccable." |
| Misa | "I think there is quite a bit of remarkable timing happening at the moment," suggests Misa with a quirk of the brow, looking back at Bright and Amethyst. "Perhaps too much for me to claim simple coincidence, really. I can account for my own largely unrelated motives, however one wonders if there was an intention to the bait, in some fashion? Not so much misused purpose as obfuscated purpose, for the sort of magical item you describe."
She relaxes somewhat- but then, she has the air of someone who's never quite fully relaxed and can spring quite explosively at a moment's notice. Her matches in the arena certainly attest to it. "But, regardless, she seems low-harm enough that I am comfortable to simply invade an office at this juncture if need be." |
| Amethyst | Amethyst squints at the newcomer. "Wood dragon?"
She shakes her head, "So you were evesdropping on us as were talking about folks evesdropping on us. The irony here." She sighs, her whip becomes tight around her wrist again. "Who are you anyway?" The dragoness stares. "Who knows," Amethyst says to Misa, "But it'd be pretty foolish to gather a bunch like us together and not expect us to do something. If this is distraction, it's a heck of a distraction." |
| Grave Saint | "Yes, I am a scion to Sextis Jylis's blood and a high priestess to a small Intou faith I found dedicated to the Wood Dragon as a god of harvests, cycles, life....and death" Her tone became morbid with the last word of one of the things on what the Great Elemental Dragon of Wood represents according to her Immaculate heresy. Bright notices she's not looking for a silent corridor to practice but rather wandering around just to familiarize herself with the current intrigues due to some agenda not yet known. "I am Bleeding Higanbana, originally a pilgrim from the farthest woods of the East" Although she speaks riverspeak, there is a hint of a foresttongue accent.
She then takes notice of the comment that she doesn't need to practice her singing. "An artist cultivates her talents if they do not want it to wilt away. Actually singing is my secondary talent for I am more of a preacher to the great wood god of the East which is the dragon of my aspect" |
| Bright Journey | Bright listens to Higanbana carefully, and after a long pause, slowly nods. "I...see. Whatever your purpose here, I'm fairly sure your coming here and seeing us was an accident, or at least, you weren't looking for us specifically." She sighs, flipping her hair back and considering everyone's words, and then the door frame she'd been looking in when this whole thing began.
"Well. I can at least be reasonably sure anyone who was trying to learn more about us would not want us to gather -here- of all places, and as Amethyst points out, anyone trying to hide anything would not want us all to meet. I don't know if I'd call it coincidence, per se, but I don't think our all talking together was part of the plan. Frankly, I'm with Misa on this. I think we have been distracted enough and I am more than ready to look in this office. As well as any other ones we can find. Perhaps we should focus on that for now." |
| Misa | Turning her attention to the door before the group with a slight quirk of her brow (However obscured it may be by her hair), Misa considers for a quiet moment. Her off hand goes to rest on the scabbard of the sword through her sash absently as she considers in her turn from the recent distraction.
"If this is locked, I hope one of you is capable of picking them. Otherwise I will be simply cutting it open, which is perhaps more trail than I would like to leave behind us." It's a simple, matter-of-fact statement as she reaches out to the door to test the handle- surely couldn't be that easy, no? |
| Amethyst | "I can pick it if it's locked." Amethyst says simply. "No need to go go um, breaking down the door, as it were."
The alchemist keeps her eyes and ears peeled for anyone or anything /else/ that might happen across them. Forewarning before someone catches them entering a restricted office would be rather rewarding, after all "What does this thing look like, anyway?" |
| Bright Journey | As it happens, some days the gods really -are- watching out for people. Or perhaps it's a tiny measure of fate. But as Misa jiggles the doorknob, it turns with just a bit of rust resisting, easily overpowered with a twist of the wrist.
Bright Journey watches the door open with a faint grin, trying to peer into the room beyond. After all, if it turns out to be a gladiator's locker room, Bright is going to have a bit of egg on her face, isn't she? Fortunately, it looks as if Bright's face will remain egg free. The door opens into a room, perhaps fifty meters square, with a series of well-worn but functional desks here and there. It's quite dark in here, most of the light coming in from the torchlight from the hallway. Oil lamps hang down from overhead here and there, and several of the desks have candle nubs as well, all of which are currently unlit. Many of the desks have various papers here and there, and there's even the remains of a meal here and there. Clearly, the room is used at least semi-regularly. There's at least one other door in the room across from the entrance, and there may be more, though it's too dark yet to be certain. Bright squints, but can't see all that much yet from her vantage point. Instead, she glances at Amethyst and begins to explain. "It looks like a kind of crystal...like one of those spindles, pointed on one end. On the other it's capped in...I think silver? Metal, at any rate, with runes carved in it and part of it curled down, shaped like a teacup handle. One of the facets of the crystal has an Old Realm sigil carved in it...the symbol for 'Clarity'." |
| Misa | Misa doesn't speak further as the door opens, simply walking inside and surveying the space for a moment. She takes the outside edge of the room alongside one of the rows of desks after just a moment.
More looking than engaging with the current discussion, she moves along the lines of desks slowly- using a palm-down hand to flip through stacks of papers as she passes for a quick glance, lifting one corner with the back of her fingernail and allowing the sheets to riffle down for anything to catch her eye, amid a more standard up-and-down examination of the space from this angle. |
| Amethyst | Amethyst blinks once and her eyes slit to better see in this light. Then grabbing from various pouches, she produces a few vials she suspends some of the blood that composes her blood whip. Conjuring up crystaline tools that glow very faintly, she gets to work mixing and shuffling ingridents, and a brief amount of alchemy later, and she has a little portable light for each of Bright and Misa. "This should help."
"And you can't be more obviously sorcerous than that." Amethyst says, shaking her head. "Sounds like some first age relic." Using her natural dark vision, she starts scouring the office, carefully checking the various desks, looking for anything of interest or importance. One never knows what they may find. |
| Bright Journey | Bright is no one's alchemist, sure, but she looks on with a grin as she watches the professional hard at work. Fortunately, the result of Amethyst's work is immediate and gratifying: each light source is significantly brighter than the oil lamps they replace, and make Bright's lantern completely superfluous. They'll shine for the rest of the night, too, a convenient solution to the problem.
Bright chuckles and shakes her head, accepting her light source with a smile. "Nice, Amethyst. Very nice. I don't know a retort from an alembic, but you never disappoint. I agree that we should avoid disturbing the place as much as we can. Let's see what we can find..." With that, Bright joins the search. She's carefully looking in desks and peering through parchment, trying to make heads or tails of the contents. |
| Bright Journey | It's a quiet but intense day of clerical work for the managers and bean counters of the Nine Sheaves Consortium. When they took over the office space here in preparation for the Congregation of Victory tournament, even most of the workers here had no real idea what was going on behind the scenes, and perhaps that was for the best.
Most of their work involves the flow of silver, jade, and the products and services in exchange for them. Ticket sales are only the very beginning, of course, and food, drink, and narcotics have to be carefully counted, accounted for, and controlled. Other people sell, but here? Here is the heart of the Nine Sheaves and the proof that the exorbitant sums paid to Great Forks were as nothing compared to what they're raking in in return. The scribes and accountants in this office work from the early morning, through lunch, and into the evening...so recently, in fact, that some of the brass overhead oil lamps were still warm from the day's fires. And yet, those truly in the know, the top managers in the private offices across the room from the entrance? Their business barely involved the workings of the Counting House floor outside. Their business is more valuable still. Secrets, of course. In private jokes, the Tenth Sheave, that last business venture not anywhere on the books. At least, not the ones the Consortium itself keeps. Secrets gained, secrets sold, all leading to yet more secrets by their very nature. The satrap's wife has a mistress among the Dynasts occupying a Southern city? Sold to that Dynast's rival at Realm court. The fact that that rival knows this? Sold to the satrap's court astrologer. The court astrologer knows more than he lets on? Sold to both the satrap -and- his wife separately. And so on, and so on. Endless rolls of information acquired, traded, and the details kept. The exact rolls of secrets kept far from here, but even the oblique hints in the private offices are tantalizing glimpses into some of the darkest corners of politics and power. The names of those collecting and controlling the secrets are never shared, of course, but with the information here, any later details might be cross-referenced, catalogued, and narrowed down to pin down real names. |
| Misa | There's almost a sigh from Misa as she flicks through papers in the back room- after the light went on from Amethyst she moved almost like a woman possessed, rifling through stacks and piecing together chair angles and scuff marks on floors, and ultimately landing in the offices on the opposite end of the room.
"I am afraid," she calls out (Really more like a normal person's speaking volume than a genuinely loud call). "That the answer may be much simpler than you think. Almost painfully mundane given the prior finding. They are considerably wealthier than they generally let on and report... and they like to sell others' activities to their rivals and back again." With that she looks around the office she has ended in- the one on the left, facing the four of them for a moment. "That said, I would be surprised if paper and joking notes were all to be found..." she muses aloud, before pulling her sword, scabbard and all, from her sashes. And then quite simply... raps against the wall with the base of the hilt. And then moves slightly- and repeats the process ad nauseaum around the room- twice, a second time done much lower down by the floor. In both cases, ear almost touching the wall as she goes, listening. "Not unlikely there will be something more incriminating in a compartment somewhere- if someone would like to check drawers for false bottoms and the like as I do this." |
| Grave Saint | "I apologize if I barged in since I admittedly expected this place to be mostly empty" She nods to Amethyst as her apology was accepted for "accidentally" peeking in their conversation. She then follows the others into this office once it is opened. Higanbana then wonders what sort of documents are sealed in this place or possibly even other stuff hidden away |
| Amethyst | "Sounds like a Cynis of the scavenger lands. Not terribly surprising, if a little disappointing." Amethyst says with a headshake. She also found some interesting things, but Misa was leagues ahead of her.
Amethyst sits as she concludes her own search, finding interesting things certainly, but not the crystal. If it /is/ here, it's hidden away somewhere carefully. And so, she opens herself to the elements. Her anima faintly glows with the smell of dew, as she attunes herself to the elemental aspect of earth. She reaches out and into the very structure they rise in. And the wood and stone and masonry and architecture reach back out to her. And as she concludes her meditation, she grins. Having read the very structure around her, it's not difficult to walk over, put her hands in just the right spot on the floor, and opens the hidden compartment, looking inside with glee. |
| Bright Journey | Unlike Misa or Amethyst, Bright has been spending the last ten minutes studying and trying to parse a long, regular series of numbers--silver income, as it turns out--and which not completely useless, an endeavor that used time better spent elsewhere. Just as Bright is finally setting the ledger down, she looks up and around at the sound of Misa's voice. Her pink eyebrows raise skyward as she realizes just how much Misa has found out in the same time frame.
In reply to the others, Bright shakes her head, frowning. "Well...I mean, there's a -very- good chance these are the people that were listening in on us. At least it narrows it down some..." Still, she seems doubtful. Bright is intelligent, but clearly hasn't seen the whole picture yet. Inside the compartment Amethyst found--underneath the floor of the largest office, situated in a spot not visible from the door--is a small, leather-bound and well dog-eared book. There are no artifacts inside. The book turns out to be a frequently used journal or diary. Earlier entries tell the story of one who trades in dangerous secrets for money, and it's clear the author is being careful not to name any names, most especially themself. The most interesting entry, though, is the last one. The book was closed while the ink was still a bit damp, smearing the letters a bit, but not so much that it can't be read:
"I guess I'm proof of that." "Doesn't matter now. What's important is what the Wyld Hunt will pay for. The Growler will know who was there that afternoon. A little more of the right information will make the payout a lot sweeter, and I'll be a friend of the Realm to boot. If I present it right." |
| Grave Saint | Once the word Cynis is muttered, Higanbana has some familiarity with it. "They are the dynasts that hold the satrapy of Greyfalls right? If so, then it's possible they are from there" She let's the others read the diary entry. The "wood" aspect simply tunes in while it's being read but the last part horrifies her but keeps her composure.
"I guess whoever wrote the diary planned to do something just to better their connections with the Realm. Since it mentions the Wyld Hunt, I wonder if it speaks of anathema hidden in Great Forks but admittedly, I've only seen exigents and dragonblooded" Higanbana takes notice whoever this Growler figure is |
| Misa | "I can never quite decide," muses Misa aloud as the journal is shared about the group. "Whether I find these nicknames trite, or appreciate them for keeping the search closer to interesting."
She walks circles around the larger of the rooms, slowly and quietly, largely in thought for the moment. She glances over as the most recent member of the group speaks. "If there is one thing I have learned from my endeavours in the area, there may be more people a wyld hunt may be called for than you think, around here. I know at least a few." She exhales, leaning back against a desk facing the others finally. "I suppose my concern is- depending on who calls and thus leads this particular hunt... it may not be overly discriminate. I have never been accused of an abundance of general compassion, but there are no shortage of potential problems one might cause if they worked their way past the Three warding off immaculate influence. Which... I would not put past a sufficiently resource hunt." |
| Amethyst | A book that details, presumably, events of the whole operation. This is a jackpot and Amethyst could not be smiling wider.
"I think this should come with us." Amethyst says, gently lowering the floorboard. "Taking the time to properly study and understand its contents could be... invaluable, especially when dealing with an organization that likes to sell the truth." She turns to look at Higanbana, "To be honest, I'm not too up to date on which Houses control which satrapies. Have not been to the Realm or any of its territories in many years." Partial truths are the best sort of lies. "And if you think that there isn't anathema in Great Forks and the Hundred Kingdoms, you're something of a fool. Even I've heard about the numerous anathema spotted here and there. I think this all but confirms that this tournament is at least in part a flame to attract those anathematic moths." Amethyst says, and there's clear upset in her voice. "We should talk about all of this somewhere more discrete." Amethyst says. Then she offers the journal to Bright, "You should find a safe place for this, and then we should all gather and talk. This... this is big." Is that... worry, in the young dragon's voice? What on earth would she be worried about? |
| Bright Journey | Bright is silent for a long, long moment as the four women read the hidden journal. She gives Amethyst a long, significant look for a moment, then stands up straighter and looks at everyone, face resolute and steady.
"With or without the rest of you, I have no intention of just...letting this happen. I'm not sure even the Wyld Hunt would just waltz into the city, though. If they knew who, they're surely going to wait or lure them out. I'm not sure they have the resources now to challenge the Three, if they even wanted to. "My hope, though, is that we can still intercept this before it gets that far. Maybe we can figure out who these people are quickly enough. They've already killed to make it happen, and they're going to try to get a lot more people killed to collect on it." Bright pauses, and accepts the book with care. "I agree. I'm sure they would figure out someone was in here eventually. We should try to put everything back how we found it, but it won't be perfect. The thing is...we take this, and -only- the person who knows it's there might panic. I wonder if we can watch and see who that might be?" Bright wraps the journal up carefully, thinking. "I'm sure you're right that that's part of a reason for the tournament. Especially now, with so many ana..eh. -Exalted- in the city. It's no secret they're there, of course. I'll take this, yes, and we can find a place to talk later. No matter what happens, we all need to keep an eye out. I think we should leave now, though." |