crystal.

[exequy]

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.

Comments

[wythersake]

The Lucrosians are going to scream bloody murder. A bit late now to pretend the Circles simply vomited their contents into the sea — but perhaps we can, I don't know, attempt to skew the narrative. Protective transport gone awry.

[ipseite]

He will have a purpose to its use. We must be mindful not to be backfooted by that use contradicting however we might finesse this.

[wythersake]

It would be like the man to hold identifying pieces in reserve,

[ 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.

[ipseite]

Then our first step need be establishing what connections we have at our disposal untouched by certain hands.

( it won't be many, but it won't be none. )

[wythersake]

That burns most of Nevarra and Rivain.

[ 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.

[ipseite]

As will I. Let's us convene and compare names? I'll need — I suppose I must dredge my correspondence.

[wythersake]

[ ruefully: ]

I've been burning mine. Very well — your office, I split with that ancient templar.

[ipseite]

( he earns himself a huff of quiet laughter; a week ago, she'd have thought him the wiser one. )

No, join me in Forces. Mine is newly shared.

[wythersake]

Ah, ma petite pie. I'll bring a bottle.

[ that he won't drink from. fucking bards. ]