Crystal

[bloodandsand]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Poesia
RECIPIENT: Y'all
NOTES: gentle cw: she's a creepy murder who's been socialized by a dragon blood cult. a nice girl, but no boundaries.

[ A pleasantly rich, silky voice with Nevarran accent speaks. ]

This is a very clever little device, isn't it. How delightful to be able to hear your voices before I even see you, I feel I know so many of you already.

And so, my darlings, I have a question for you. Who do you obey? Who do you serve? I have such a fascination with these divisions and their heads. What a funny little organization we are, with power broken so many ways and no single body at the top. Who is the leader then?

Comments

[bloodandsand]

Then you are all united in your opposition to him? How wonderful! I so hoped I would have the chance to kill them!

[bouchonne]

[ A soft laugh. (Wow, this lady is a lot.) ]

Maker, yes. Even if we, at times, differ in how we think is the best way to go about ending Corypheus, we are quite committed to his end. Delighted to hear that you are as well.

[bloodandsand]

[ buddy u got no idea. ]

Well of course. He's the reason my beloved is dead. He and the traitors who abandoned her for him. It's only natural they all should die.

[bouchonne]

Ah.

[ The humor is gone from his voice. ]

My condolences for your loss.

[bloodandsand]

Thank you. I carry her with me still, of course, but it isn't quite the same.

But well, nevermind that. I quite like you. What's your name, dearest?

[bouchonne]

[ Well, if she wants to move on from it - The smile returns to his voice. ]

Byerly Rutyer. Head of Diplomacy. Always charmed to meet someone who's charmed by me.

[bloodandsand]

Byerly, what a lovely name. I do so hope I won't have to kill you later, you've been such a delight!

[ Said with a great deal of earnest affection. What a pleasant man! ]

[bouchonne]

[ boy howdy. ]

I am a delight. I'd be quite upset to be killed by you, as well. But please - what's your name?

[bloodandsand]

[ They're friends now. ]

Oh, I do beg your pardon. I'm Poesia. My family wasn't very concerned with surnames, I'm afraid.

[bouchonne]

Poesia. Now, that's a pretty name.

[bloodandsand]

You flatter me, dearest Byerly, I'm sure.

[bouchonne]

Not at all. It's so close to poetry. A truly lovely thing.

[bloodandsand]

Ahh, I'm beginning to see the drawbacks of this clever little device. I can hardly reward you for being so sweet when you're so far away.

[bouchonne]

Oh, but how would you reward me?

[bloodandsand]

A kiss is the usual way of things, but I suppose with distance, you may decide its location.

[bouchonne]

Why, I'd make time to see you in person if a kiss were my reward.

[bloodandsand]

All the more reason to give you one! Won't you let me?