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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 would be more than happy to attend. I imagine that you have a most skilled seamstress in your employ, but if ever you require particularly delicate work with lace and embroidery, I cannot recommend Eldora highly enough. She has come with me from Antiva, having served my mother for many years, and if you should have a need for items particularly in the tastes of Antivan and Nevarran courts she is an expert. I am sure I can persuade her to turn her needles to aiding the Inquisition, if you ever have the desire. She has a way of taking the fashions and making them feel like a thing that you feel comfortable in, instead of a confinement.

( Anyway, excuse Marisol and her emotions about fashion, )

For better or worse, at times.

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She sounds most talented—I have a little knack with the needle myself, of necessity as much as a lady's accomplishments, but I cannot imagine the delicate things I have made might compare. I would be most glad to replace my clumsier efforts with hers.

Ah; it is like a marriage, a little. We must love our imperfections.

( somewhere anders and melys just winced in unison without knowing why. )

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Mm. I have little personal experience with marriage, but I do know that sometimes those elements we might consider most challenging in our lives can teach us a great about adaptability. What we once believed to be weaknesses becoming strengths, and so on.

( And a quietly laugh. ) I am sure they could not be described as clumsy. However, where you have dedicated your life to diplomacy, she in the same way has dedicated her life to her art. I will be sure to introduce you.

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What a person might become, to survive. What we all might become. I remain optimistic, Lady Vivas.

( for she must, or else what the fuck is the point of any of this? )

I look forward to meeting her. I cannot say that I had ever imagined my dedication would lead me to a place such as this, but it is...

Well. Look what we do, when we set our minds to it.

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( Perhaps that is something they all need to do... so long as optimism does not become foolishness or delusion. )

Saving the world will come naturally to us.

( Piece of cake. They'll rock it. Although, perhaps ironically, she's not sure how either of them would fare were they asked to make a cake. )

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One can only hope.