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Post by Vir on Jan 23, 2017 15:15:15 GMT -5
Abby nods. "That's fine... oh, and while you're at it. Who are the leaders of Seashell?" Good. She only needs to convince Fenrir, anyway. This is just preliminary prep.
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Post by Risukage on Jan 23, 2017 15:28:51 GMT -5
Whistling low and scratching her head, the Raven chews at her lip as she thinks again. "Hell if I know, to be honest, I'll ask about that, too. Seashell is pretty quiet, don't hear much out of there at all."
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Post by Vir on Jan 23, 2017 15:37:52 GMT -5
Abby smiles and hugs the Raven again. "Thank you." She'll probably stay pretty quiet and subdued while she waits, sitting on the bed mostly, sometimes getting up and pacing the room, thinking.
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Post by Risukage on Jan 23, 2017 18:50:46 GMT -5
The Raven sits back in the chair, waiting patiently once the information requests have been made. Now and then she will glance at the tablet as updates come in, but they are few and far between. All she can do is wait for Fenrir to arrive...
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Post by Risukage on Jan 23, 2017 23:16:24 GMT -5
Location: The Docks, Pax, Sinis January 7, 7000 AGW 9:00 am Sinis time
Lynn, operating under the name of Fenrir, steps off of the boat onto the docks of Pax. She doesn't look around as she walks, nor does she do so when she enters the town, striding quickly on nearly silent feet. She knows exactly where she needs to go, and there is nothing here that will interest or bother her. Anything that would, well, it would be dealt with... Opening the door to the coffee shop, she meets the eyes of the man working behind the counter, recognizing him. "Coffee," she states, "two cream, no sugar." He nods and sets to his task. As she accepts the cup from him, she carefully takes the saucer in her hand, feeling a note under it. Taking a table with her back to the wall, she palms the note as she sets down her drink, picking up the cup to sip from it as she scans the room, looking for anyone else she recognizes. There are many faces she knows, but none of them are here. A quick glance at the note explains why: "The hatchling is in the nest, but the birds must fly. Shiny trinkets draw too much attention."
In the saferoom, the Raven dozes in her chair, having given the bed to Abbyline. Anyway, she needed to be ready in case anything happened. A peculiar knock pattern on the door wakes her, and she retrieves a slip of paper that slides under the door: "There is no moon yet I still howl. It is time for the hatchling to leave the nest." The Raven sighs with relief and opens the door, admitting Fenrir, who nods politely. "You have the updated intelligence for me?" she asks, short and to the point, but professional. The Raven hands over the tablet and awaits instructions or questions as Fenrir reads.
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Post by Vir on Jan 23, 2017 23:24:38 GMT -5
Abbyline, too, is woken by the knock - or the entrance, she isn't really sure which. She yawns, blinking, waking up slowly... and her eyes widen as she sees Fenrir. She watches the woman intently. She's all business, no emotion. Abbyline can respect that, though she does hope Fenrir can be swayed by the request she plans to make...
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Post by Risukage on Jan 24, 2017 1:14:21 GMT -5
Fenrir notices Abbyline's movement and turns to stare at her, solid as a statue. It isn't one of rudeness, or awe, or even curiosity. It is professional scrutiny, and those gold eyes bore through her, examining her in detail, almost down to her thoughts. "Good morning, Abbyline," she says, a standard greeting, "my mission is to bring you back to the Lux as swiftly as possible. Your father has been notified of the events that have transpired as far as the details that we have, but have not yet heard back from him. Do you have any questions or anything that you require before we depart." It is a question, but it appears that she always speaks in statements, as if her word are always facts that are known. She finally blinks, waiting patiently for Abby's response, still holding the tablet without moving. Her posture isn't stiff or rigid, it is the readiness of a taut bowstring, prepared to loose violence in an eyeblink if the situation calls for it.
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Post by Vir on Jan 24, 2017 1:20:57 GMT -5
Abbyline blinks. "Good morning, Fenrir." She doesn't flinch at the mention of her father. He's likely still in Seashell. Fenrir's mission is to take her back to the Lux? Well... about that, she does have a question. "Yes. ...Could we take a detour?"
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Post by Risukage on Jan 24, 2017 1:47:39 GMT -5
Fenrir tilts her head to the side, looking very wolflike in the way she considers Abby and her request. "To where."
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Post by Vir on Jan 24, 2017 2:07:55 GMT -5
Abbyline glances at the Raven, a bit unsure if she wants this directly overheard, but she decides she'll probably learn it anyway. "To Akra. I'd like to talk to some of the people there. Specifically, Baalhazzar, Uelricost, Vizal, and Lizeny."
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Post by Risukage on Jan 24, 2017 5:12:35 GMT -5
That golden stare again, calculating and thoughtful. The Raven picks up her satchel and moves to the door. "I'll prepare for departure." Fenrir doesn't watch her leave, instead reaching behind herself to grab the chair, walk over, set it down near the bed, and sit on it, never breaking eye contact. "I am the strongest operative in Yggdrasil. Given my rank and skill, I am afforded much more leeway and flexibility in my orders and tasks. However, I cannot deviate without a good reason. Odin has ordered me to bring you to the sanctuary of Lux, as he fears for your safety and you will have immunity within its walls. Why do you need to go to Akra. No lies, child, I will know, but do not fear speaking the truth, for I am not given to anger and am willing to assist in any regard that is lawful and serves the greater good. My handlers do not always see eye-to-eye with me, but then, when I go off-mission they find that it is best for all of us that they do not inquire too deeply. Words spoken here and now go to my ears only and will never pass my lips or fingers."
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Post by Vir on Jan 24, 2017 9:21:06 GMT -5
Abbyline swallows. She'll have to tell her. Do not fear speaking the truth? No, she doesn't fear it, exactly. But there's always a reason to be hesitant when you're about to tell someone you're a traitor. She speaks. "I must ask them - Lizeny, Uelricost, Baalhazzar, Vizal - if they'll join me... ...in seeking an alliance with Spire." That's... likely all she needs to say. The rest is implied.
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Post by Risukage on Jan 24, 2017 17:09:22 GMT -5
Fenrir blinks twice, slowly, as she considers this, then stares off at the far wall, tapping a finger on her knee for a moment. "Azandra knows that we have you in our keeping. She will expect us to flee immediately, as well as do so for the Lux where she has no power. Thus, we must be clever and take a more round-about route to avoid detection. Taking shorter seaside hops and traversing the varied terrain through Akra will make it easier to throw off pursuit, and no one will expect us to move even closer to her forces at the portal. If Yggdrasil is not notified of our exact whereabouts they can claim plausible deniability should questioning arise. Further, alliances with other nations are part of our charter, as well as the removal of threats to peace in this world. There is no need to inform Yggdrasil what those alliances are just yet so as not to generate conflicting reports, and Ravens will update our position and status for us as we reach the cities in which we have a foothold." That gold stare returns to Abbyline, waiting silently for her input.
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Post by Vir on Jan 24, 2017 17:18:05 GMT -5
Abbyline smiles, relieved. This is a yes. Fenrir has obviously thought through the scenario, as well... admirable. She's intelligent. She'll know what Abbyline plans very well by the time their journey in Akra is over. She stands up and hurries over, showing excitement, to hug Fenrir. "Thank you! You're really smart, you know that?" She can't help buttering her up.
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Post by Risukage on Jan 24, 2017 20:02:07 GMT -5
"No, I am brilliant," she remarks, "but your observation is astute. Flattery will get you nowhere, but honesty will open many doors. Now, since we have a dangerous mission ahead of us we must be completely open and trusting of each other. I will treat you as an adult and a temporary agent of Yggdrasil provided you act as such. I will have your back without question, but I must know that you have mine as well. Further, unless I know every option available at my disposal, I will not be able to act to the fullest extent. I need to know of any abilities, skills, and powers that you have, so that I may leverage them to our advantage." She removes a fingerless leather glove that goes halfway up her forearm, draws a knife, and scores a long, deep gash on the palm of her other hand. She wipes the knife on a handkerchief and sheaths it, holding up her hand for Abby to see, and in less than a minute the wound has completely healed itself over. "I can recover from nearly any injury with speed, to the point of attaching a lost limb if I am quick enough and am able to provide enough pressure to hold it in place while everything repairs. I kill with speed, precision, and mercy, but only when the situation calls for it. I am adept with a number of toxins, poisons, and draughts, which I use to best incapacitate an enemy, either to defuse a conflict or to make it easier and more painless to make the kill. You may need to know the uses of these." She unzips her armored leather jacked to pull out a "sleeve" that has been secured inside and is apparently accessible from hidden slots in the garment. Small needles, flat against the material, are slotted with the sharp ends into small liquid pouches, the blunt ends colored. "These needles are tipped with those toxins. Blue is sleep, which is what was used on you, and has a duration of an hour, give or take. Green will cause fatigue for half an hour. Yellow produces dizziness and nausea for several minutes. Red is mine alone to use, never attempt to use it. You are also to never try using these on me, as not only am I immune or resistant to them, but any attempt to do so will be regarded as a breach of trust and contract, and I will use what force I deem necessary." She puts the needle-sleeve back in place, zips up her jacket, puts the other glove again, and resumes the scrutinizing stare, waiting for Abby to explain herself.
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Post by Vir on Jan 24, 2017 20:22:41 GMT -5
Abbyline has been watching her demonstration intently, and now she reaches a hand out for the knife, the other hand going to Lynn's own hand. After touching Lynn's hand, she grins and repeats Lynn's experiment. "My power is absorption. I can temporarily copy the powers of another Mythou by touching them... my other ability is duplication, which I'd rather not do, 'cause it makes me sick. I don't have any other powers or weapons, but I've got experience with plenty of Mythou abilities, and I'm rather quick both physically and mentally. As you might know, my trainer for battle was Phoebe."
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Post by Risukage on Jan 25, 2017 1:37:14 GMT -5
That head-tilt again, as Fenrir's eyes unfocus, thinking of something. One can easily imagine her mentally riffling through file folders, dossiers on anyone of note. "I see. Then you are trained for espionage, stealth, and subterfuge. That will be useful. We will need to equip you with weapons that will benefit you yet can be concealed, as well as a needle pack." She stands and leaves the room to converse with the Raven, then returns with a smaller version of the one that Fenrir has, minus the red needles; three each of the three toxins. "If the needle is able to be reused you can slide it back into place to be re-coated, but it will take several minutes for it to happen. Find some place on your person that you can secure these yet access them without notice. It will take practice, but we will have time during our travel. Should you accidentally stick yourself do not worry, there are no lasting effects, though it will be a useful lesson to be more careful in the future." From some people this would have come off as rude or condescending, but something about the way it is said somehow comes off as friendly levity. Handing over the packet, she picks up her tablet again, and types and sends off a quick message. "Once I receive a reply from Loki we shall depart. I am simply updating them of our intent to leave and need for an alternate route, but nothing else."
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Post by Vir on Jan 25, 2017 2:06:09 GMT -5
Abbyline immediately mentally goes over the places she could conceal the needle pack. Her current outfit doesn't allow for it, she thinks. She grins at Fenrir's light-hearted remark. "I doubt that'll be necessary. Though a new outfit, on the other hand, will." She already feels she'll get along well with Fenrir. Despite the other's deadliness, she... has emotion. Just like Abbyline. Even though she isn't supposed to. She supposes this is why she feels a sort of kinship with the Wolf.
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Post by Risukage on Jan 25, 2017 2:31:58 GMT -5
"Your current garments are known to Azandra and her forces, so yes, a change of attire is required. I believe that we can take care of this in town without raising suspicion. Ah, you are ready to depart." She addresses this to the Raven, who has walked back in with a backpack over her shoulders. "Yeah, sounds like you're going to do a couple of errands first?" "Correct. Lay a false trail for us at the docks and secure transportation to Akra, we would take an unexpected route to avoid detection." "Got it, good idea. Be there after dark and I'll have a fast ship chartered."
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Post by Vir on Jan 25, 2017 2:41:53 GMT -5
Abbyline stands, ready to leave. Her books are in Azandra's castle. Her extra clothing, back home. Her only possessions are the change from the coffee, stashed in her shoe, and the flame pin still attached to her jacket. She reaches out for Fenrir's hand. "Shall we go now?"
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