Messages - from Emprise du Lion

[the_effect_she_has]

FORM: Sending Crystals
SENDER: Emprise du Lion scouting party (various messages sent out)
RECIPIENT: To Commander Cullen, to the Magi Council, to friends and family
WHAT: Reports, personal messages, flirting, and general griping about SNOW WHY ALL THE SNOW.
WHEN: Covering the three weeks of Haring
WHERE: Emprise du Lion
NOTES: Mentions of violence, of physical torture, of death, and of course, complaining. Why snow why.

Further edit: Katniss's post is screwed up because I didn't realize sending crystals are only auditory. So, please if you will, Katniss is making weird noises in the background of her messages. If asked, she will describe what she is doing.

Comments

[the_effect_she_has]

Huh. [She looks thoughtful at that.] What if I shoot him first and we're no where near a cliff?

[ombranera]

...Did you kill someone before first considering how it is you would hide or remove the body?

[the_effect_she_has]

No of course not - but this place is crawling with red templars. If I have to kill one, I have to make it look like an accident. Not sure how you do that with arrows.

[ombranera]

You burn the body afterward.

[the_effect_she_has]

How do you make fire look natural? Well - outside of - whoops guess he found himself fighting a dragon?

[ombranera]

Well for that you would envenom your arrow and not kill him with that, but graze him. They would assume it some manner of bite or beast or plant so long as you collect the shaft afterward.

[the_effect_she_has]

Aaaah haaah, that I can do. I brought deathroot with me... [She murmurs to herself.] And I think I have some rashvine too ...

[ombranera]

Do you know the appropriate ratio?

[the_effect_she_has]

Two parts rashvine, one part deathroot. [She stated, half-distracted.] Better to boil them then let it cool - using it straight on will cause a rash.

[ombranera]

IF you do not have time for boiling, soaking them in grain alcohol mitigates the rash. It only takes half an hour.

[the_effect_she_has]

[And a pause.] How do you even know that?

[ombranera]

...Former Antivan Crow. I know things.

[the_effect_she_has]

Hmmmm ... as your lengthy description of the Antivian Milk Sandwich proves.

[ombranera]

Yes, that as well.

[the_effect_she_has]

...Still can't get that image out of my head ... all right, what else should I know, Zev?

[ombranera]

For the moment? That ought to be enough.

[the_effect_she_has]

All right... take care of your friend, then. I'll talk to you soon. And Zev? Thanks.

[ombranera]

You are welcome. Walk quietly and may your aim be true, my friend.

[the_effect_she_has]

Always is. [She gives him the little three note whistle, before closing off the message.]