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[champions]

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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[champions]

I am very admirable. Just how admirable is impossible to measure.

[mal_adjusted]

[...right she's just going to interject at the end here.]

Well, either way! I for one am pleased to have one of your Honored family amongst us. Has anyone brought her a gift of candles, incense and food? [That she wouldn't eat but come on. Mal's family always left these things in the Great Necropolis for all of their relations.

Oh perhaps they did something different with their aunt...]

What would be an appropriate tribute?

[exsecutus]

She prefers fresh and tender flesh. Dead. We could get away with a dozen rats, if we stitched them together convincingly.

And a jug of wine.

[champions]

( Nikos please.
In fact, )

Nikos, please.

( And, to Mal, )

We, of course, appreciate the kind offerings you wish to present to our aunt.

She is currently under the care of the Northern Powers project, and in her present state, it may be unwise for too many to go in and out of the room. It is very secure, but there is no need to risk accidents. Incense might be the best offering, in terms of tradition, but we do not know yet if such elements could have been linked to what was done to her and the other revered dead. Would you mind terribly if I ask you to delay your reverence until we have a better understanding of the situation?