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[hassaran]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Yseult
RECIPIENT: All members of Riftwatch
NOTES: Branching off of this scene. Note that despite the IC call for assistance we OOCly don't actually need to add any more people to that thread, the three of them will deal with the demon themselves before anybody else can get there. We just needed an excuse to make an all hands post asap.

Riftwatch, there is a demon in the Gallows masquerading as Benedict Artemaeus. He has been cornered in the fifth floor workroom. Assistance would be appreciated.

[ Yseult almost always sounds brisk on the crystals; today her speech is quicker and more clipped than ever. ]

Until we know more and can confirm there are no other imposters among the company, be on your guard. Report any unusual activity immediately.

Comments

[grindset]

If you have questions, you'll be better off directing them elsewhere.

[does he look like an avid swimmer to you, Edgard]

[muckspout]

Sounds like something a demon would say.

[grindset]

[There's no reply.]

[muckspout]

Don't ignore me, peasant!

[grindset]

[Peasant? Really?

(Still nothing.)]

[muckspout]

You're being very suspicious! I'll come find you!

[grindset]

[...]

Action

[muckspout]

[Olly olly oxen free]

The first place Edgard checks is the library. Is that where Victor is?

[pathlit]

Viktor is definitely in the library, en route to the workroom wherein the gloopy remains of a demon reside. The sound of his crutch against the floor signals his location.

Get closer, though, and one might realize that there are two sets of footsteps accompanying the clink of metal.

"Please tell me this guy isn't a mage," hisses Jayce to Viktor, in a futile attempt to keep from being heard because, well, crutch. Wherever Edgard is, they haven't yet crossed paths--

[grindset]

Indeed: there he is. There they are, heading for the library stairs, en route to the incident two floors above. Viktor is carrying one of Research's devices—protectively, now, as though it may be snatched from his grasp at the first lapse in awareness. He looks as unhealthy as usual, otherwise, and as stern-browed as one may expect him to be.

Likewise in a hush: "I don't know what he is."

[muckspout]

"I don't know what he is."

A high-pitched mimicked voice echoes just before they reach the staircase. Edgard stands tall and confident.

"I see you have someone with you. Do you ignore him? or do you TREAT HIM WITH THE RESPECT HE DESERVES?"

Edgard snarls and blocks their way.

[pathlit]

Adrenaline spikes, seeing this man stand imposingly before them. Instinctively, he angles himself in front of Viktor, hands clenched as he fixes Edgard with a firm look.

“We treat each other just fine, thanks.”

If this is another demon, he thinks, then they are soooo fucked.

[grindset]

Though it does seem natural that the little guy should hide behind the more formidable figure of his friend, Viktor makes no move himself to make it happen. Rather than any outward sign of fear, what Edgard (so-called) receives through Jayce's warning retort is a sharp and attentive glare.

Fresh among his thoughts: Ellie's warning, the urgent crystal chatter. A direct challenge would indeed be unwise. Envy, it was said—what is it they want?

"Have you come to assist?"

[muckspout]

Edgard's eyes narrow.

"If you wanted my assistance, you would've asked for it nicely.. Instead, someone ignored me."

Edgard walks right up to Jayce, looks him in the eye and pokes him right in the chest.

"I have a better idea, how about you two assist me?"

[pathlit]

There's a split second of understanding the tactic Viktor has employed, but then Edgard (or the creature impersonating him) steps up and Jayce immediately takes another half-step forward, further wedging himself between the other two men.

"Assist you in what?" he asks, wary. He has no idea if the guise of cooperation will work, but it's worth a shot.

[grindset]

The demon's guise is effective; despite the likelihood of what it is they're facing, and the very real danger it presents, they see only plain Edgard, whose present conduct is thus not so much fearsome as it is plainly obnoxious. For a moment, Viktor wonders whether this is intentional. Would a demon be annoyed to know it's only annoying?

In any case, Jayce seems to have picked up on the approach, and while he continues to put himself dead centre of so-called-Edgard's attention, Viktor quietly engages the Thaumoscope one-handed. He does not yet raise the device, but slowly depresses a switch, then works the dial, minor movements memorized and made with only his thumb...

[muckspout]

Edgard is annoyed, but by this man blocking his way. His finger still poking into Jayce's chest becomes two hands as he shoves all his weight into him. He may be a demon, but he still has an archer's arms.

"You can start by getting out of my way."

private

[notathreat]

You got anybody with you? Abby said Edgard's acting fuckin' weird.

private 5ever

[grindset]

[While Edgard is (allegedly) en route:]

How can you tell?

[notathreat]

Abby said he was rude to Xio 'cause she's an elf. And he called you a peasant just now. Edgard's weird, but not mean.

[grindset]

I'll take your word for it.

[A touch sarcastic: yes. Unconvinced: no.]

And I'm not alone.

[notathreat]

Good. Where were we when we talked about the celestial carrot?

[grindset]

[Ellie won't see the sudden buckling of his grim resolve, the way it softens in surprise until he shores it up again—but someone else will.]

On the balcony. At night.

[notathreat]

Okay. Is that where you're near right now?

[Footsteps.]

[grindset]

We're heading up to the body.

[And that's the last message he'll send before they're intercepted.]