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Post by Eurydice on Mar 28, 2022 22:20:18 GMT -8
 On croit parfois que c'est la seule manière de les faire taire,
Ces pensées qui me font vivre un enfer,
Ces pensées qui nous font vivre un enfer,
Tu sais j'ai mûrement réfléchi,
Et je sais vraiment pas quoi faire de toi,
Justement, réfléchir,
C'est bien l'problème avec toi,
Tu sais j'ai mûrement réfléchi,
Et je sais vraiment pas quoi faire de toi,
Justement, réfléchir,
C'est bien l'problème avec toi.
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After the phone call with Wayland, Sweeney voiced his concern with his more assertive motleymate, and it was radiating Knight Commander of the Chevaliers that met with the gaggle of Divers. The Blightbent offered a nonchalant wave as he offered the abandoned door still in its frame, glancing at the ground and pacing nervously as he cracked black and bleeding knuckles. They were on the border of the Wards in the outskirts of Whitney, where the decaying remnants of a neighbourhood that fell to the economic purge of the Spring's stadium project granted privacy.
The experienced Fairest leaned on her spear as she regarded who was gathered, making sure there was a proper team put together and if everyone knew what they were signing up for, and had the supplies needed for the dangerous incursion.
"Sir Bastille won't sanction this crossing until I'm satisfied with the logistics," she explained, though not discouraging with her tone. |
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Post by Wayland on Mar 30, 2022 14:04:58 GMT -8
No motorcycle this time. It’s a shame, the bike feels like it would be more dramatically appropriate. But this isn’t about drama or heroics. This is work. For work, Wayland drives a battered old pickup, with a heavy toolbox bolted securely to the bed.
Logistics. A simple word for a fine needle to thread. Wayland’s not stupid, or at least she tries not to be; she wants to go into this prepared. Not that Sweeney’s made that especially easy. (‘Whatever. It’s my job. I’ll do it.’) But what’s the difference between prepared and paranoia?
She’d debated bringing her gun along. Sweeney hadn’t given any indication that the Concord might be occupied, let alone by anything hostile. In the end, she’d strapped the revolver to her thigh over her jeans. Better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it. (‘Unless,’ a hidden fear whispers, ‘The Concord’s so-called ghosts overtake you. Unless you can be manipulated into turning that weapon on others. Or on yourself.’)
The same thought process had been applied to most of her gear. She has a good set of armor, but she’s leaving it in the truck; again, no one’s said there’s anything physically dangerous about this mission. Still, she’s packed some jarred Amaranthine in her rucksack, along with a conventional first-aid kit. Nothing in her life has been going well lately, why should this be any different?
She’s got other odds and ends; rope, flashlight, glowsticks, duct tape, some tools and survival gear, and a medieval fighting axe of her own crafting. A book of matches, a multi-tool, a nine-volt battery. And in a special case in the breast pocket of her leather jacket; a set of old, thick eyeglasses, meant to go with the antique hammer and tongs strapped to her pack. Anything she’s not bringing with her, her Contracts will be able to provide.
It’s still makes for a heavy rucksack buckled onto her back, but she’s used to such burdens. It’s no worse than that first trek through the Hedge to find the local Goblin Market. Still, when Eurydice delivers Bastille’s ultimatum, she’s grateful to unstrap it and shrug it off her shoulders for a moment, thumping it on the ground in front of herself. If the Chevalier wants to satisfy herself so bad, she can take a look herself.
“Do you know something we should?” She asks after a moment, with a grim tone. Experience has cautioned her against expecting anyone to tell her anything actually helpful.
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Post by Eurydice on Mar 30, 2022 14:32:34 GMT -8
"It's a cursed, abandoned Hollow. Whatever has happened to it in a decade I wouldn't be able to tell you," Eurydice said patiently.
"I was under the impression you were tomb raiding. Does anyone in the motley oath have experience with this?"
She assumed they would have sworn a business oath, or were going to.
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Post by Lotus Eater on Mar 30, 2022 15:03:47 GMT -8
"Gavin Graves is our most likely " stated Lotus as she approached the meeting spot.
Normally dressed sharp and professional, today she took a more athletic approach. The most notable piece of the outfit was the Kevlar vest.
At her side was a bag of supplies for today possible venture. It wasn't as large or as heavy as Wayland, Lotus had to pack light and smart, else she would be bogged down with weight.
"Wayland, Eurydice" She said with a polite nod to both.
On the other hand was a hard clamshell case. Setting it to the ground, Lotus popped it open revealing a set of walkie-talkies with ear pieces.
"Don't know how well they will work in a hollow, but better safe than sorry"
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Post by Aster Blau on Mar 30, 2022 19:48:32 GMT -8
All Wayland needed to really do was a few quick messages to the Viper to get her on board. Aster may not have been a scholar or a politician, but she had made it clear she'd help on matters concerning the betterment of the court and Freehold if she could. Wayland's goals with the Armory were just that. Thus, for this expedition, Wayland gained a weapon if nothing else.
The footfalls of boots on dirt announced the Viper's approach, with the Courser not bothering to stealth her approach. It wasn't needed yet and, presumably, this was all to meet Wayland and other good Samaritans interests in delving into a forgotten relic of Indra's reign.
Aster soon came into view, her vivid eyes flicking to the assembled as a lit cigarette hung lazily in her mouth. Eurydice's presence was a welcome surprise. Had Wayland mentioned she'd be involved? In either case, Aster couldn't remember and thus granted the Dragon a smile. Of the assembled, Eurydice was the one with whom Aster shared more than conversation. Both had shared interest by way of their respective connections to the Cartel and her recent experience with Eurydice and Loki while advising Yuan felt like it had been a good one.
"Hey, Eurydice," she offered, granting the more seasoned Summer a nod.
Then to the Maker and the Riddleseeker.
"Sup, Wayland... Eater, been a bit," Aster greeted before settling in. She kept it brief, assuming the finer details of delving into the Concord would be incoming.
Compared to the security specialist and seasoned smith, the Beast lacked tools save for her own skills, contracts, and, of course, her ample lethal capabilities afforded by her Mien. She did, however, bother to put on a leather jacket, but was otherwise clad in her usual look of boots, jeans, and a t-shirt. Function over style.
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