EMERGENCY QUERY

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: A matter of life or death
WHEN: Wibbly wobbly timey wimey
WHERE: Everywhere
NOTES: Fuzzy art

So. Inquisition.

[ It's been a few hours since he was traumatized by the sudden appearance of a fuzzy painting of the late Cailan Theirin's overly familiar face, by now, so Alistair doesn't sound too rattled. A little rattled, maybe. But not too. ]

Burning art—does that make you a bad person?

[ Follow up-questions: ]

What if it's really bad art?

What if it's really bad art of a dead king you owe some degree of allegiance to?

--and whoever did this, I'll get you.

Comments

[mythalenaste]

[Just. A lot of cackling.]

[byblow]

Who is that?

Did you do this?

I'll get you.

[mythalenaste]

I did not. But I know who did.

[byblow]

Oh, Pel.

[ He'd have been slightly slower to accuse. ]

Tell me.

[mythalenaste]

Why should I?

[byblow]

Because you believe in justice.

[mythalenaste]

I also believe in funny. Despite common rumor. More importantly, I'm rather more immediately bound to the perpetrator than I am to you. Wouldn't want my professional life to get dramatic.

[Which is a deliberate dead giveaway.]

[byblow]

[ Thanks cupcake. There's a silence while he makes a fist in the air, narrows his eyes, and looks aside in an unseen pose of betrayal and impending vengeance. But then he carries on like he didn't get it. ]

You're... more bound to someone than me? I'm going to cry.

[mythalenaste]

[Ah, that pause is gratifying. It means he's putting it together.]

I'll be here with the handkerchief.