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

[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. ]