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[dissolving]

[ Lady Sibilla of Antiva City has recently acquired a most curious artifact of dubious origin. A collection of rumors collected from her servants point to the possibility of the item being a cursed object rather than an interesting centerpiece. Persuade Lady Sibilla to part with her newest acquisition by any means necessary, or convince her to allow it to be examined to be sure it isn't going to summon demons in the middle of her next dinner party. ]

He's been rolling the end of the pen in his mouth for ten minutes straight. Left: Scrape as his teeth grind reed. Pause, tense his jaw, and,

Right: Another scrape -

It's not loud, but it's inescapable. They've been shoved into some closet or pantry that now passes for a spare office, two shard-bearers too new to quite know what to do with. Cedric has a pile of papers to sort, and Vega her own instructions. So he sits. So he reads. So his lips purse left and the pen goes scrape.

At last,

"Do you know Antivan?"

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Vega has, upon occasion, lifted her gaze to this strange man and watched him roll the pen around in his mouth with naked disgust on her face, but this has not stopped him from doing it at all. To refrain from telling him off out loud is to spare him an embarrassment.

Ten minutes later still, she doesn't know why she's bothering.

She has been trying to read and now eyes his pile of papers. ... They aren't the same, are they? Surely they aren't reading the same thing in here, together.

She sniffs, thumbing at pages.

"I read it better than I write—" another scrape; she bursts out, "Will you stop that."

crystal

[laruetheday]

Hey, are you good?

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Good at what?

post-demon, pre-modplot; office actionspam

[extortionate]

You got any idea how t'catch a bird?

[ hello coworker. he's busy whittling something into the underside of a desk - not his own - ]

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(A short, sharp sigh.)

Is this a joke? I don't like jokes.

right now; voice

[icasm]

Hello.

You'd offered to meet the last time we spoke to further discuss, oh, lifespans I believe, and then I became distracted with... something, surely, or perhaps fell asleep mid-conversation, time passed, and thus we did not have the opportunity to do so.

Meet, that is.

Are you still interested?

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Who is this?

crystals;

[dissolving]

Are you still mad?

[ this is a stupid question ]

[succise]

Mad about what?

(Now you have to say it.)

crystal

[laruetheday]

Guess what.

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No.

Tell me.

action.

[cozen]

[ Bastien's transition out of Diplomacy and into Scouting is unceremonious. But he has a desk here now—only sometimes used—and today, after putting some things down on it, he spins an unclaimed chair around and sits across from Vega's desk as if he's been called in for a meeting.

Otherwise, he doesn't interrupt what she's working on. Quiet, patient, hands folded on his knee. ]

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(Vega looks up when his chair spins and then immediately looks back down.

The dinner, at their place, with Benedict in tow didn't go exactly the way she was hoping it would. It was more awkward than it needed to be. She can feel her face getting hot but she makes herself finish her paragraph before addressing him, to give herself time to calm down.

Finally, she sets her pen aside.)

Can I help you?

crystal;

[sumptus]

Arany-- that's Tevene, right?

[succise]

Obviously.

Who is this?

action jumpscare

[altusimperius]

Vega,

[Benedict lengthens his stride to match Vega's pace from behind and nearby, hands folded behind his back, the picture of a gentleman.]

How've you been settling in? [let's pretend no other conversations have occurred before this one] I know it hasn't been, um. Easy.

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(Vega's shoulders instantly go up to her ears and she slaps his arm instinctively, a brief pap with her palm — be louder! But this is the most she will chide him for it, so he's getting off lightly.)

Just fine. (It's a quick, tight response.) Why are you asking?

crystal.

[elegiaque]

You might've already heard, but I remember you needed new things— they're not new, exactly, but I have an excess of dresses and they won't set you back quite so much as the couturiers will. Or at all, I just need the space in my wardrobe.

( gwenaëlle briefly hopes vega doesn't take being thought of amiss; hesitates, and then ends the message rather than trying to awkwardly mitigate that before it's happened. either she'll be pleased or not. )

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(Yes, who's to say?

Vega's reply comes an hour or so later.) Could I come and look at the dresses sometime...? (Her tone is vague, a little faraway. There is a persistent quill-scratching sound in the background.)

crystals; backdated pre-forgetti

[wythersake]

Lady Arany. I hoped to ask a few questions of your Anchor, it's rare to gain a Tevene perspective.

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(Correct address combined with the word rare equals full and polite compliance:)

Ser Isaac. You may.

action

[doneisdone]

It's a quiet afternoon in the aerie, where all the raptors are hanging out together: Teren, seated on a bale of hay, stitches griffons' names methodically onto their blankets.

She casts a glance up at the room's new arrival, and, without making eye contact, grunts: "You there. Girl. Come here."

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The girl stops at the door, made briefly silent by irritation and embarrassment. Then, moving swiftly and boots clicking importantly on the stone floor she passes Teren by completely, opting to ignore her. She has something in her arms for the griffon she seeks: Blanche, who at this very moment is attempting to hork something up and is making weird, convulsing retching sounds in the corner as she dislodges something partly digested.

Vega makes a face and turns away. But then she has to look at Teren, so she stares impatiently up at the walls instead.

crystal;

[brennvin]

D’you have a favourite animal?

( Just wondering. Don’t worry about it. )

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... I am partial to horses.

(A brief hesitation before,) And you?