Vavakx Nonexus
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The Deranged Solicitor came first to the call. They may have come before the call. Either way, they are with Derek now. Their latest work, on the Iron Republic, is with them. It was well-known, so they decided to bring it along. It isn't yet released.
Well, they are there, one of the greatest minds of the law, ready to help on this matter. A rarity, yes. The first time they have witnessed the sigil outside the Republic, where it meant something different.
"Well, what is our plan? Take him to the Republic and clean him up? I know where a good date for that would be."
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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Vavakx Nonexus
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"One might consider me an entrepreneur in these fields. They aren't wrong." This was their second venture to the republic, and the first had occurred only a short time ago. "I have ventured beyond mirrors, once. Well, I was brought there by force." They cackle, a distressing sound. "I would even happen to know a place there. The Chromium Throne. A place of things that would no longer be. That place would help us well." They fall back into their chair. "As for the Iron Republic, I am sure you've heard of my prowess." Surprisingly, most of the people present have.
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The quiet motion of the wheels reach everyone before he does. Eventually, he rolls through the door frame and considers the three carefully. Thick glasses with a mirror tint are perched on his nose.
"Do I not get a say in this?"
"You? You do not, Clay. You are doomed to repeat this experience without end, Clay." There is a dreadful ruthlessness to their voice, as if this life meant nothing. "This is to rescue an individual. You are not that individual. Not in full."
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
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Barse
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"I'm in. There isn't anywhere I'm afraid to sail, now. The Reckoning Postponed is at your service, should you need it." Something in his tone, however, betrays unease, and he keeps shooting sideways looks at the man that so resembles the Flowerdene Saint.
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Barse
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Barselaar looks down at his hands, clenches and unclenches, as if contemplating their function. "Stranger things have happened. I believe it's possible."
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Vavakx Nonexus
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"The very fact that we are supporting Drake in this proves that is what you are, mountaineer." They say, coldly. "If we do decide that you, indeed, are the one we need to save, what then? I doubt a simple exposure to irrigo could help in this. And, Passionario. What is with your obsession over that man? The deed is done, and no amount of dead officials will change that."
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Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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The Absurd Rogue
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"Have you spent so much time with your head up your ass that you've forgotten what it's like to be human?" Eli sneers at the Game-Carver. "Consider where I was less than a day ago and you'll know why I need to play this all the way through, without your fairy tales. Suka."
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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Vavakx Nonexus
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"Agreed. That's a mistake I'd be ashamed to make." They sigh. That trait of theirs is a constant for them. "But, yes. No point in wasting time on this. We have a yacht waiting for us. Eastern docks, yes? We have an expedition to mount."
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Amets Estibariz, the Moulting Eidolon: Cradled by a sun all their own.
Blabbing, the Hobo Everyone Knows: The One Who Pulls The Strings. A Clarity In The Darkness.
Charlotte and the Caretaker: A family?
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Kukapetal
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I do, however, think this is a really cool RP idea. If you could tweak it to fit another story I'll bet you'd get a big response.
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The Absurd Rogue
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Thanks for being so open, Drake. I look forward to reading this idea if it does come out.
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"There is never another story. There is only one, and I try to tell it with every page. I fail, and I try again. There are no new stories; I have this one."
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Barse
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I must admit I thought were involved, Eli! It was an intriguing concept on Drake's part, though, and if it is reworked I'd love to continue to be involved.
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Eglantine-Fox
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Eglantine should be sleeping. They are not. They are rereading their notes on the Correspondence. What can they do?
(The selfish voice within asks if they have not already done enough. But it is not enough, not really, when faced with the memory of the burned and suffering man.)
They are tired, and drained, and mournful. Planning the escape was easy enough. Planning what to do next seems to evade them.
A candle burns down slowly.
Eglantine will wait for news, and then do whatever needs doing. If there is help to give, they will give it.
The message that comes is a relief, in a way. There is yet something to do.
When they go, they bring Siobhan. Eglantine is a sentimentalist. Some things are necessary.
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Eglantine Fox, the charming and androgynous Correspondent, teetering between hobbies of seduction and self-destruction.
Siobhan O'Malley, Irish patriot (or 'bl__dy Fenian' if you're impolite).
Isidore Day, an up-and-coming London gentleman. All allegations of wrongdoing are categorically denied.
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Barse
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Barselaar examines the note he found in a Wolfstack alley, secured to a wall with a knife, as he climbs the Spire that the paper mentioned. He did not know these people, although he had heard the rumours about the Fist of the Bazaar's recent abominations.
Regardless, the note speaks of the Correspondence, and, more importantly, of burning, and branding, and misused Law. That is something that Barselaar know about.
He contemplates the whorls and solidified drips of damaged tissue that scar his forearms. No one should have to endure such pain.
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