Kostos Averesch (
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crystal.
FORM: Crystal
SENDER: idk your bff Kostos
RECIPIENT: Everyone, unfortunately
NOTES: :)
[ It would be wiser to limit this complaint to those it's relevant to—the handful of mages who might have been informed of this bargaining after the fact, specifically.
But Kostos isn't in Scouting anymore. Or Diplomacy. Or even Research. And so he's released from any expectation or obligation to be subtle and exercise discretion when he's spitting mad. Right? That's how that works?
Anyway. ]
The fucking pirates took our fucking shit.
[ Important specification: ]
Not Riftwatch's.
[ Also, ]
Shit.
private to native mages + petrana and strange
In all fairness, we should have seen that coming, under the circumstances.
eternally
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[Oh, excuse him, Commander Flint is certainly coming back one day. He forgot.]
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[ certain ragged little apostates had their chance at solidarity. isaac can't blame him for tossing it out, it's never been worth very much. ]
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( sounds like someone connecting different dots than "silver's a mage?" )
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[ of course she'd know, they were chummy as two chickadees, he's just never been given cause to stop and consider it — and wasn't that always another of the man's little gifts? to let you think yourself at advantage?
(always a fuck of a thing to realize you've been outmaneuvered) ]
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( someone was already sore about coming back to an empty office— )
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[ He stops there, more because he's so angry he's getting tongue tied about it than because he's above telling Julius to go fuck himself. ]
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A definitive answer to the question of Captain Flint's intentions vis a vis returning to Riftwatch at the culmination of his present work.
( it's incredible how every single word sounds somehow like a cuss. a couple of them maybe slurs. )
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[Not in any way trying to calm her down, though she may be the only one who can tell the difference offhand.]
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[ is revenge the cleverest course of action? no. flint is, ostensibly, still fighting corypheus. or lazing on a boat in a puddle of tedious philosophy and his own deepening wrinkles. whichever, he remains moored to riftwatch's reputation, and finagling a way to frame him in some new infamy would only do them ill.
but like. it'd feel good. ]
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( a brief pause. )
Though it would serve him justly.
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The second part helps, too.
He takes a breath. ]
They didn't take all of it.
[ Maybe he should have led with that. ]
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( it really does sound like she's calling flint a slur. what kind of magic power is that. )
What is our situation, Kostos?
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[ In case they run out of funds for their ventures and come back for more. ]
My family can store it for a short time, but I don't want them... We will have to move it soon.
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Then we must surveil our options. Not all of them are thusly tainted, even if that limits us— this is salvageable. We will salvage it.
( she's still pissed, but now she's pissed and purposeful. )
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There's a distant thud, a creak. His raider cousin is not one he trusted so much as to send them off to check on the island without him present. ]
Some of it is dangerous. [ Half the impetus for storing it on an island to begin with. Harder for (relatively) innocent looters to stumble on. In theory. ] Some of it is—I don't know if one of you should warn the Provost that I am bringing a few crates back to the Gallows.
[ Or ask her permission. Whatever. ]
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( the storage of dangerous items not actually being handed over to riftwatch's purview,
obviously, they don't solve this by just handing them over to riftwatch's purview. which complicates matters. )
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[ blackmail to seed with the venatori, hostages against their retaliation, proof of their cooperation. take your pick. ]
But we can't guess in a void. Likely ports of call are, [ a breath out ] Still too fucking hard to surveil on our means, not without bringing in outsiders.
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( it won't be many, but it won't be none. )
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[ he doesn't know where derrica went, it isn't hard to guess: a cause, a boat, what will pass for friendship. ]
I'll see what I can turn up.
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