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

[exequy]

[ He’s learned half a lesson from the exchange with Cedric. ]

Mine.

[ A quarter lesson. ]

[bouchonne]

Using the royal plural now, are we? Your brother will be so displeased.

[exequy]

Maybe he’ll come try to assassinate me.

[ Sounds a bit like please. ]

[bouchonne]

Ah, fratricide. I assume that'd be your mother's Antivan blood speaking, there.

[ But: ]

Any particular object's loss weighing heavily on you?

[exequy]

My special blanket.

[bouchonne]

A fine attitude for a fellow who wants his things back.

[exequy]

You would not help either way.

[bouchonne]

Why do you say that?

[exequy]

Because,

[ whatever, cat's out of the bag, ]

it is mage business.

[bouchonne]

Am I not capable of helping with mage business?

[exequy]

Are you?