therookery | 003.

FORM: crystal
SENDER: Kostos, Nikos, Marisol
RECIPIENT: everyone
WHAT: don’t feed the zombie
WHEN: current
WHERE: Kirkwallerino
NOTES: Zombies, man. Related to the Nevarra diplomacy effort.

Beloved Inquisition. Charming, benevolent, remarkably good looking, delightful Inquisition.

(Here there is a quiet snort of sarcasm that belongs to Nikos.

Off to a great start. Marisol sighs wistfully. ) You will be happy to know that we are making headway in repairing our relationship with Nevarra. There is much to do, still, but the team I attended with did excellent work, and I am thankful to all of them.

Marisol. ( Quiet chiding, not really meant for anyone else but her. The point, Marisol, the point. )

Ah! ( A moment of enlightenment. Bless you, dear cousin. ) Another of my wondrous Nevarran relatives has descended upon the Inquisition. She is residing in the Gallows, but I would ask all of you to treat her with the utmost respect, and maintain a safe and healthy distance.

( c: )

She— ( wait, no, Kostos isn’t playing along with that ridiculousness ) —It is in a locked room in the central tower. You should not be at risk of encountering it unless you make an effort.

Don’t make the effort. Unless you want your eyeballs speared by long fingernails and the state of your cloak slyly disrespected. The former more likely than the latter. I think her tongue is rotted. (wait…. In a Kostos voice that actually sounds pretty much like his own voice, slightly different accent, slightly more sullen? Less sullen? Hard to say.) It has a rotted tongue. All dust.

(And he sounds way too darkly amused about that. Meanwhile, Marisol sounds as chill and entertained as always, the faint note of reproof entirely playful. )

Great Great Great Aunt Berenike is a woman of considerable reputation, but presently also of considerable temper. She has very graciously acquiesced to participate in our efforts to cure the revered dead of the Necropolis of their current ill-humour, but she is not not one to suffer fools.

Except for dinner. She will gladly suffer fools for dinner.

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I think the room is more than adequately secure.

And if it's not?

If a mummified woman can get through a cage, three sets of reinforced, extremely locked doors - one of which has a portcullis - I say we give her a round of applause.

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And perhaps a job. A first for her, and for the Inquisition.

I shudder to think of it.

Me too. Imagine. More titled nobility holding positions of power.

Do you don't want them to have to work for their wealth?

[Nikos gives a pitched and incredulous laugh, like oh my god where to start with this.]

I want equity. I want an even distribution of opportunity, wealth, and positions of authority. I want as many nobles toiling in the fields as there are commoners resting their asses on soft cushions.

Excuse me for assuming that you just had it locked in a room with a regular lock. People here don't always take real precautions with dangerous things.

No forgiveness is necessary - if you weren’t concerned that would be more alarming, I think. I don’t believe we’ve spoken yet— I am Marisol.

No, I don't think so either. I'm Rey. You may have seen me around, though. I'm a maintenance worker. Hence my concern, I've personally replaced several of the doors around here and I know that not all of them are strong enough to withstand something determined to kill someone on the other side of it.

Rey, a pleasure. I am sure I've seen you in passing, though much of my time is spent in Hightown. Where are you from, Rey?

Ah, do not forget, though. We are in the Gallows; it was a prison for mages. Some will be strong enough to withstand those with magic making attempts to escape.

Nowhere you've ever heard of. [ Not said unkindly. ] I'm a Rifter.

And... I had heard rumors about what the Gallows was used for, and it's pretty obvious in some parts, I just didn't realize that so much of the things from when it was a prison had yet to be dismantled.

Well, certainly its more inhabitable now than it was, but it is still a fortress. I can't imagine it would be much good to the Inquisition is they took away all its avenues of security. Some doors are simply doors. Some doors are impenetrable as a door can hope to be.

( And, a thoughtful sigh. Ah, rifters. )

Do you enjoy your work with the Inquisition?

That is true. I've done some repairs in the dungeon. But I assume you aren't keeping it down there.

[ She pauses a moment, because she has to actually consider the question. ]

I do. It's different from what I did in my world, but I used to take things apart for a living, rather than put them back together.

Invest in a gorget. Get used to praying.

If it comes after me I'm cutting it's head off.

Not my aunt.

[Very monotone.]

[ look man she knows that tone on jakku she invented that tone. ]

I imagine you'd do the same.

Not at all.

I would stab. Not decapitate.

Would that be enough to stop it?

Enough stabbing usually is. Not that it will come to that, considering the great lengths that have been taken to protect us all.

I think it'd be faster just to take it's head off than stab it repeatedly.

[ She makes a slight hmm noise at his second statement. ]

It seems like enough, but you never know what could happen.

I'm precise.

[In stabbing.]

What's wrong. Don't you blindly trust voices of authority, assuring you that every deadly thing will not harm you?

I don't trust anyone blindly. I find that increases my chances of not dying.

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