OTA | a disturbance in the force

[limier]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Coupe
RECIPIENT: All of you
WHAT: Something has to be uP
WHEN: One (1) legitimately good, ordinary day this month when nothing terrible happens to anyone on base
WHERE: Kirkwall
 

[ it might be reading into things a little, maybe, to call her voice tense ]

It is — uncommonly quiet today, no?

I trust that all is well, [ a pause that manages to audibly convey the act of suspicious looming ] Else we would hear of it.

[ is that a threat or a question? ]

Comments

[onlyhymns]

I thought you might. Be. Maybe um. Well you seemed worried and I'm-- I don't want to um--

--...ruin it? I shouldn't have.... said anything. [in general he shouldn't]

[utulien_aure]

Enjoy the peace while you have it, Ser Coupe.

The moment will be gone soon enough.

[limier]

[ it's a small blessing that nothing over the crystals can be seen. it means there's less opportunity for his ease to inflame —

it means that none but an empty office see how taut the skin of her fist. she's not unaware of the necessity of the anchors to their cause (of the danger of rifters in venatori hands), but maker. some days it seems easier to toss them all in a well.

thranduil, perhaps, only sometimes included. ]

I am certain the woodcutters delighted to have less paid work about. When you have finished taking their bread, you might consider that which supplies your own.

[byblow]

Shh, Cade, you’re going to ruin our enormous secret prank.

—wait. Shit.

[ There is no prank. This is a rescue. ]

[limier]

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Where?

[onlyhymns]

I got shot but it's fine [wait no you were supposed to say 'that's right alistair, ha ha, the prank we were planning, such capers we enact, such jokesters are we']

[limier]

It would not be so difficult to get through unseen. You are well-hidden from the street.

[ locks are only so good, and there's the balcony — ]

I presume your neighbours have volunteered nothing. Are all the staff accounted for?

[limier]

Where?

[ this is now a slightly different 'where' ]

[byblow]

[ Why does he bother. ]

[elegiaque]

They are. And all of their keys, before the close.

And you know what I think of my neighbours.

( speaking of paranoia. )

[limier]

[ 'i know you're terminally nosy' is maybe. just maybe. the pot calling the kettle. ]

You've had no further contact with the man?

[onlyhymns]

I went hunting in the Planasene with N-- [wait maybe this shouldn't be common knowledge yet, people are weird]

--a friend

[elegiaque]

We've occasionally exchanged polite unpleasantries passing one another in Hightown. Other than that.

[onlyhymns]

[he'll bring apology cake later]

[limier]

[ it's been,

a while since she's thought of evander. ]

And you, an old nag.

[ but the heat flickers; is gone. almost fond, save that it's been — a while, since she'd thought of evander. ]

[limier]

Where did you get shot, Harrimann.

[ 'n' sure is a weird way to start the name 'alistair' ]

[dashing]

( A note of wryness; )

Perhaps you could chance speaking to the Knight-Enchanter so, but I never dared.

( Wren has the honour of getting all her attitude C: )

[onlyhymns]

[Oh.]

Um.

[It's not as embarrassing as it could be, though getting shot at all is hardly something to be proud of.]

...my shoulder. [A pause.] And my leg.

[limier]

[ 'thanks i hate it' ]

Who could think otherwise? You've yet a tongue in your head.

[dashing]

A silent Knight-Enchanter would certainly make for dramatic tales.

( They have to settle for surly. Thank goodness Herian isn't dramatic. )

[galvanising]

I was engrossed in a report. Would you prefer I read aloud?

[mal_adjusted]

.... I'm, uhm, painting a mural.

[Pause. Long pause.]

Should I - ah - stop?

[overharrowed]

Ser Coupe, you do realize that sounds worryingly like a dare.

[Not to everyone, presumably. Maybe just to the Maker. Life in general.]

not even here but

[nadasharillen]