crystal.

[exequy]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Kostos Averesch
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Relevant info about a three-year-old plot.

[ No greeting, no introduction. Kostos (Nevarran-accented, quiet) is skipping straight to sounding irritated, with everyone, for no clear reason. ]

Rifters will be put into Circles after the war if mages are. Whether they seem to have magic of their own or not.

[ Perhaps this is slightly debatable. Perhaps Riftwatch's division from the Inquisition, taking all of the rifters with it, changes the balance of things. But that's an argument someone else will have to make. ]

So you are all aware.

Comments

[acreage]

Good thing you chose to break the news gently.

[exequy]

I'm sure you can find someone to hold your hand.

[bouchonne]

[ Maker preserve them. ]

The situation is a bit more nuanced than that, good fellow. Unless you're reporting on some bit of divination you did? Magically peering into the future?

[exequy]

[ Ugh. ]

Right. Divination. Go drop a fucking rock off the tower, and I can magically tell you whether it will go up or down.

[ipseite]

I believe he is reporting on the agreement reached through the Chantry and the Inquisition with regards to the various positions of mages, rifters and templars.

Though I agree, it remains to be seen whether such agreements are binding.

[satinet]

Is there an alternative you're suggesting? I can't quite make it out.

[exequy]

No. I want them to know it affects us if they act like idiots.

[ And, briefly possessed by the spirit of Nell, ]

And it affects them if some of us are cowards.

[indissection]

[ A soft hum. ]

What would you like me to do about it? Or us, as it stands?

[exequy]

I'd like you to take your husband's sending crystal away.

[tender]

There are better ways to prepare them for the possibility of that.

[ a kind of tepid optimism, using the word possibility. ]

[exequy]

[ Turning less irritated and more sullen, already aware that Derrica's going to make him feel the need to be cool but not yet ready to actually do it, ]

Should I have put on armor and knocked on their doors in the middle of the night?

[luaithre]

There aren't.

[illithidnapped]

You—

What.

[That can’t be true.]

If this is some sort of joke, it’s not funny.

[exequy]

[ Kostos is used to people thinking he's serious when he's joking. He's not sure anyone has ever thought he was joking when he was serious before.

It's an unfamiliar enough situation that he only makes a noise instead of answering properly.

An assenting sort of noise, though. No. Not funny. ]

[altusimperius]

[Delicately,]

Has… something changed?

[exequy]

[ Not delicately, ]

No.

[wythersake]

It isn't so dire. They may not be put in yours.

[exequy]

True. Maybe they will have their own.

[nonvenomous]

Is this an official communication on behalf of the Chantry or an educated guess?

[exequy]

It is what was agreed to.

[notathreat]

Kinda figured they would.

[Her voice is flat.]

[exequy]

Congratulations on your baseline observation skills.

[ He's a dick. ]

[luaithre]

[ After some listening in— ]

The future contains multitudes.

[ —dry. ]

[ipseite]

I have always, for my part, thought it worthy of note that the Chantry was not in a position to simply issue such a decree but obligated instead to negotiate.

not here but.

[hornswoggle]

[ ]

[exequy]

[ Coward!!! ]

[earpiest]

Hey, hi. Sorry, I’m new. Here. To this world. Can you give me some exposition in like… a hundred words or less so I can scale my panic attack?

[armd]

... Plus one. Would love some context.

[stickandstring]

Fun hobby! Is this what people usually do around here on a Saturday night?

[exequy]

[ Still in combative dick mode, sorry— ]

It's Sunday.