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[2014-11-01T09:25:05+0900] Topic is 5 Calibration, Realm Year 772, XP 559, 25/30 on Solar Snow
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[2014-11-01T09:53:59+0900] <@CafeGregg> ===========session start===========
[2014-11-01T09:53:59+0900] <@CafeGregg> The nostrils of the Domine flare and she stares, glares at the crystalline woman.  After a moment, the woman turns, pivoting and rolling off of Vigilant's head and into the seat next to Inks.  “Oh, so you must be the host.  With that complexion, I honestly thought you were a lumpen.”
[2014-11-01T09:53:59+0900] <@CafeGregg> Vigilant chokes, though no one is sure why.
[2014-11-01T09:53:59+0900] <@CafeGregg> Mnemon draws herself up to her full height, staring down the odd woman, and does her thing.
[2014-11-01T09:53:59+0900] <@CafeGregg> “I am Mnemon, founder of House Mnemon and heir to the Scarlet Throne.”
[2014-11-01T09:53:59+0900] <@CafeGregg> The adamant caste woman stares at the most important dragon blooded woman in creation, and establishes her relationship with her with a flat,
[2014-11-01T09:53:59+0900] <@CafeGregg> “Never heard of you.”
[2014-11-01T09:53:59+0900] <@CafeGregg> ========================================
[2014-11-01T09:54:16+0900] <@CafeGregg> ========================================
[2014-11-01T09:54:16+0900] <@CafeGregg> A few days have passed since the crystal statue woman and her student crashed Mnemon's dinner party, leaving Vigilant visibly flustered and Mnemon visibly annoyed as- once again- she was not the center of the group's attention.  That, and the Adamant woman kept stealing food off of her plate during the introductions.
[2014-11-01T09:54:16+0900] <@CafeGregg> Despite everyone's best attempts, there was no bloodbath, fight, or clothes ripping.
[2014-11-01T09:54:16+0900] <@CafeGregg> Despite the depths, following the dinner light penetrated the bottom of the inland sea once more in time with the end of Calibration and the celebrations of the New Year began in earnest.  As it turned out, the townhouse was close to the estate of a minor member of House Nellens, and the dragonblooded within was observing the new years in a notably Nellens fashion.  Shops had been set up out of coral and weighted driftwood along the community, and
[2014-11-01T09:54:16+0900] <@CafeGregg>  economics were in full swing.
[2014-11-01T09:54:16+0900] <@CafeGregg> Along the main street sitting before the townhouse, boiled crab cakes and sea dragon sashimi stands sell their wares, and balloons in the form of great serpents march down the streets, held in the hands of sea-blooded children in celebration of, as a five year old mermaid who had taken a liking to the group has said, 'Creation not being stupid anymore.'
[2014-11-01T09:54:16+0900] <@CafeGregg> Thus was the new year welcomed at the floor of the Inland Sea.
[2014-11-01T09:54:50+0900] <@CafeGregg> Along the main street sitting before the townhouse, boiled crab cakes and sea dragon sashimi stands sell their wares, and balloons in the form of great serpents march down the streets, held in the hands of sea-blooded children in celebration of, as a five year old mermaid who had taken a liking to the group has said, 'Creation not being stupid anymore.'
[2014-11-01T09:54:50+0900] <@CafeGregg> Thus was the new year welcomed at the floor of the Inland Sea.
[2014-11-01T09:54:50+0900] <@CafeGregg> Inside the townhouse, ten days into the new year, the adamant woman finishes off another plate of food created either by Aniruddha or Inks, with the sort of relish and speed of a dog given peanut butter.  She had been in and out over the ten days, appearing and disappearing mysteriously with her companion, who either stands ramrod straight next to her or sits ramrod straight next to her.
[2014-11-01T09:54:50+0900] <@CafeGregg> At very least, they had gotten the name of Facet Horizon of the Lotus for her, and Patient Edge of Judgement for him.
[2014-11-01T10:03:41+0900] • Inks: blinked once, thinking not too hard on their guests. Her demon fist of hell was detached for the moment, lying across her lap. The Twilight ran a hand across its polished steel skin, and the first circle let out a kind of warbling purr.
[2014-11-01T10:03:42+0900] <Inks> She cocked her head to the side and gave the two crystal beings a once over. "So... I guess you're here to fuck and-or fuck with Vigilant?"
[2014-11-01T10:04:05+0900] <@CafeGregg> Behind her, Vigilant starts choking despite having not eaten anything.
[2014-11-01T10:04:25+0900] <@CafeGregg> "Yes," the woman responds.
[2014-11-01T10:05:21+0900] <@CafeGregg> "Not entirely correct," the man says in a vaguely mechanical voice, "My mentor enjoys social and physical interactions, but we are here on more than one task."
[2014-11-01T10:07:32+0900] • Inks: nodded slowly. "Riiight." She clapped her hands (just the two of them this time) and rubbed them together. "Well, So far we've had fair dealings with Claslat, but I don't want to assume you're citizens of that nation either. Help me out here?"
[2014-11-01T10:08:19+0900] <@CafeGregg> Patient Edge of Judgement glances to his mentor.  She smiles, leaning back in the chair and folding her arms under her chest, the driftwood and coral chair creaking.
[2014-11-01T10:08:37+0900] <@CafeGregg> "I believe the best translation is 'independent agents of higher authority'."
[2014-11-01T10:08:45+0900] <@Peak> Peak leans over to Vigilant and stage whispers. "So, is she the one you used to fuck?"
[2014-11-01T10:09:31+0900] <@CafeGregg> Vigilant rolls his shoulders back and clenches his eyes shut.
[2014-11-01T10:09:45+0900] <@CafeGregg> His body language says 'yes' even if his mouth does not.
[2014-11-01T10:10:12+0900] <@Peak> Peak watches for Facet's reaction.
[2014-11-01T10:10:15+0900] <@Peak> Carefully.
[2014-11-01T10:11:16+0900] <@CafeGregg> The term that comes to Peak's mind is 'old flame that ain't stopped burning.'
[2014-11-01T10:11:58+0900] <@CafeGregg> "The Adamant Caste don't work directly for the Octet," Vigilant finally manages to state.
[2014-11-01T10:12:20+0900] <Inks> Meanwhile Inks too the earlier statement for what it was and didn't press further. "Well, Unless you were looking for us specifically, I don't see any reason to keep you two from talking to Vigilant or doing whatever you were doing."
[2014-11-01T10:14:41+0900] <@CafeGregg> "Well," Facet starts, tapping crystal fingers on the table, "What has my heretofor friend shared with you?"
[2014-11-01T10:14:44+0900] <@Peak> "Unless you're going to wreck more of Nemmy's stuff. Then this might get awkward."
[2014-11-01T10:17:24+0900] • Inks: waggled her hands as if to say 'eh, little of this, little of that'. "I've gotten the impression that Vigilant is way too low on the rank list to really know anything." She shot the Orichalcum a winsome, reassuring smile to take the sting out.
[2014-11-01T10:18:08+0900] <Inks> "Which is why I was hoping to eventually visit Claslat... Long and the short of it is, what he's told us mixes up myth, theocracy and high-level metaphysics."
[2014-11-01T10:18:22+0900] <@CafeGregg> Facet fixes Inks and Peak with a glance.  "Oh, that's true," she says, "Back when he was the Archon he was a bit higher up on the social order, but what has he shared?  About the problems back home?"
[2014-11-01T10:18:52+0900] <Inks> "Oh he hasn't shared many problems, we just figured them out on our own." She started ticking points off on her fingers.
[2014-11-01T10:19:04+0900] <@Peak> "ROBOCANCER!"
[2014-11-01T10:19:20+0900] • Inks: jerked to a halt, index finger in mid extension.
[2014-11-01T10:19:28+0900] <@Peak> "Go on!"
[2014-11-01T10:19:36+0900] <@CafeGregg> Judgement's eyebrow raises.  His right hand tightens around the amulet in his palm.
[2014-11-01T10:19:38+0900] <Inks> Smirking, she shook her head and picked up. "I was actually going to say that last."
[2014-11-01T10:20:09+0900] <Inks> "But to continue, Resource scarcity. Civil Unrest and flagging morale- to say nothing of any growing pains from trying to colonize Creation and establish a foothold here."
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[2014-11-01T10:20:45+0900] <@CafeGregg> "The Tripartite, I imagine, was not pleased with revealing the voidcancer to insufficiently cleared civillians," Judgement drones.
[2014-11-01T10:20:50+0900] <Inks> "And then of course, this 'void' whatever it is, and then the endemic sickness of Autochthon himself. Itself. The place." She sighed.
[2014-11-01T10:21:03+0900] <@Peak> "We were more or less told all that other stuff. They tried to be hush hush about the robocancer but we sort of caught on really quick."
[2014-11-01T10:21:47+0900] <Inks> "We kind of bullied them into accepting our help and the like."
[2014-11-01T10:22:02+0900] <@CafeGregg> Facet gives off a barking laugh, rolling her eyes.  "Of course they did.  Did he tell you about the Apostates?"
[2014-11-01T10:22:11+0900] <Inks> "I think so?"
[2014-11-01T10:22:21+0900] <@Peak> "Angry robocancer patients?"
[2014-11-01T10:22:33+0900] <Inks> "Honestly I don't care though- or I guess I mean that I have an outsider's perspective."
[2014-11-01T10:22:42+0900] <@CafeGregg> "No, that's Gremlins," she waves off, "Apostates are void-infected Exalted."
[2014-11-01T10:23:10+0900] <@Peak> "That word means something completely different around here, I think."
[2014-11-01T10:23:14+0900] • Inks: shrugged again. "At the end of the day that's really not different than what we deal with, just no metaphysical excuse."
[2014-11-01T10:23:24+0900] <@CafeGregg> The adamant woman sips her drink, twirling her finger, cheeks reddened.
[2014-11-01T10:23:27+0900] <Inks> Clapping again, Inks waved for the Admants to pause fo ra sec.
[2014-11-01T10:23:43+0900] <Inks> "So, how much do you know about us, specifically, and Creation in general?"
[2014-11-01T10:23:55+0900] <@Peak> "Beyond how easy gods are to kill."
[2014-11-01T10:24:16+0900] <@CafeGregg> "We know the Solar Exalted are all-powerful god kings who can crush a person's will," Judgement states.
[2014-11-01T10:24:22+0900] <@Peak> "Because you attracted a LOT of attention if we heard about that here at the bottom of the sea before you arrived."
[2014-11-01T10:24:48+0900] <Inks> "Well, that was more an exception because Mara told us specifically."
[2014-11-01T10:25:09+0900] <Inks> "After they showed up in Whitewall via the Agin gate or the... was it Sova? Sova's the nation- but the one down south in Marama's Fell."
[2014-11-01T10:25:21+0900] <Inks> "Anyway, we know these two showed up in Whitewall."
[2014-11-01T10:26:02+0900] <Inks> "Anyway- All powerful god-kings? I know of at least one who had been a god-king, but I can't say as to 'all powerful'. I'm adorably cuddly and squishy myself."
[2014-11-01T10:26:08+0900] <@CafeGregg> Facet nods.  "Right, we ran into one of Ani...ruddha's?  Employees."
[2014-11-01T10:26:34+0900] <@Peak> "What do you know about Lunar Exalts?"
[2014-11-01T10:26:58+0900] <@CafeGregg> "The primer given to us by Subministerial Anivat was outdated," Judgement states, "We have limited information about Lunar exalted.  Much of it is redacted."
[2014-11-01T10:27:03+0900] <Inks> "Her name is a bit hard to get at first, especially if you're not familiar with the northern languages... Anyway." She blinked at the sudden topic shift, and kicked back, crossing one leg over the other and waiting for the inevitable.
[2014-11-01T10:27:22+0900] <@Peak> Peak brightens up!
[2014-11-01T10:27:29+0900] <@Peak> "Allow me to demonstrate!"
[2014-11-01T10:27:38+0900] <@Peak> Peak pulls the Devil-Crap out of his pocket.
[2014-11-01T10:27:46+0900] <@Peak> With a flick of his wrist, it is a cat.
[2014-11-01T10:28:04+0900] <@Peak> He sticks the tail in his mouth and blows, and the cat inflates in size.
[2014-11-01T10:28:18+0900] <@CafeGregg> "Hate you so much-"
[2014-11-01T10:28:27+0900] <@Peak> Once it is housecat-sized, he sets him down.
[2014-11-01T10:28:42+0900] <@Peak> "I introduce you to the Devil Cat of Timberleaf Peak!"
[2014-11-01T10:29:11+0900] <@Peak> "If he has another name, he's never told me or I forgot it when my memory was damaged!"
[2014-11-01T10:29:42+0900] <@CafeGregg> Expelling air through both ends, the cat struts over and hops onto Facet's lap, purring.  Instantly, the Adamant caste is entranced.
[2014-11-01T10:30:21+0900] <Inks> After the impromptu show, Inks took a moment to craft a dessert course to break the soul-shattering tableau. Once that was done, Inks retook her seat. Steepling her fingers together, she hummed. "As for mind-crushing magics, Sure that's possible, but I don't know any- if you haven't been told, we learn Charms, instead of having them installed."
[2014-11-01T10:30:46+0900] <@CafeGregg> Judgement stares at the cat and his teacher, and turns back to the two exalts.  "We are getting distracted.  My mentor mentioned the Apostates because we came to Creation to hunt one."
[2014-11-01T10:30:53+0900] <@Peak> "It just takes us some time and we need to build up to stronger stuff."
[2014-11-01T10:31:06+0900] <@Peak> Peak freezes.
[2014-11-01T10:31:29+0900] <@CafeGregg> Vigilant swears under his breath.
[2014-11-01T10:31:53+0900] <@Peak> "What kinds of animals did you say you had down there again?"
[2014-11-01T10:32:08+0900] <@CafeGregg> "Rats.  Cockroaches.  Elementals."
[2014-11-01T10:32:22+0900] <@Peak> "Did the rats or cockroaches ever get robocancer?"
[2014-11-01T10:33:02+0900] <@CafeGregg> "No," Judgement states, "Only spirits, and Apostates by choice.  Humans who live their lives in Blight zones can mutate."
[2014-11-01T10:33:18+0900] <@Peak> Peak sighs in relief.
[2014-11-01T10:33:48+0900] <@Peak> "So, he's not contagious. Much. To stuff in Creation proper."
[2014-11-01T10:33:54+0900] <@Peak> He blinks.
[2014-11-01T10:34:01+0900] <@Peak> "Hope he doesn't go to the Underworld."
[2014-11-01T10:34:20+0900] <@CafeGregg> "Our current theory is that is how he entered Creation."
[2014-11-01T10:34:42+0900] • Inks: blinked.
[2014-11-01T10:34:48+0900] <Inks> "Well, that has all kinds of awful implications."
[2014-11-01T10:35:09+0900] <@CafeGregg> Vigilant leans on the table.  "Judgement, have you identified the Apostate?"
[2014-11-01T10:35:38+0900] <@CafeGregg> Judgement nods.  Facet looks up from the purring kitteh.  "Yes.  Viator of the Nullspace."
[2014-11-01T10:36:42+0900] <Inks> "Are they always called silly campfire names?"
[2014-11-01T10:37:06+0900] <@CafeGregg> Vigilant sighs, rubbing the back of his neck.  "Yeah."
[2014-11-01T10:38:20+0900] <Inks> "Oh well, infantile appelations are common with regard to mental mutations."
[2014-11-01T10:38:54+0900] <@CafeGregg> Facet nods.  "Yeah.  He's a void cultist who worships a rampaging monster.  Not the first, either."
[2014-11-01T10:39:08+0900] <Inks> "I mean, they're dangerous, but they're also not winning." She nodded to the pair of Adamants. "If they're Exalted, well, you have Exalted to fight them."
[2014-11-01T10:39:48+0900] <@CafeGregg> "We've been tracking his movements and think he may be in the Northern direction of Creation.  Possibly near Whitewall.  We will negotiate your aid in securing him when we have more information," Judgement states.
[2014-11-01T10:41:05+0900] <Inks> "Makes sense." Inks agreed easily. "I'm sure you'd like Whitewall when you have actual hosts to show you proper hospitality as well."
[2014-11-01T10:41:28+0900] <@CafeGregg> Which is when the door swings open.
[2014-11-01T10:42:30+0900] <@CafeGregg> Inks can both see Mara walking in, as well as the small bag in her hand.  Which seems to be dragging a chunk of landscape around it.
[2014-11-01T10:42:50+0900] <@CafeGregg> Not through the door, just, it seems to weigh the bag down more than it should, despite fitting in her hand.
[2014-11-01T10:44:09+0900] <Inks> "Your new sanctum?"
[2014-11-01T10:44:24+0900] <@CafeGregg> Mara nods.  "Well, one of'em.  Just packed it up!"
[2014-11-01T10:45:18+0900] <Inks> "Nice."
[2014-11-01T10:47:20+0900] <@CafeGregg> ============================
[2014-11-01T10:48:03+0900] <@CafeGregg> As is the way of things, later that day Mnemon requested their presence.
[2014-11-01T10:49:16+0900] <@CafeGregg> The New Year's celebrations were in their tenth day, and the Lady Domine was herself not taking part, rather meeting them in a library within her estate, one floor below her demon summoning chamber.
[2014-11-01T10:49:51+0900] <@CafeGregg> There was pitch on the floor beneath a table and a knife embedded into the wood.
[2014-11-01T10:50:01+0900] <@CafeGregg> Not at the table she was sitting at, however.
[2014-11-01T10:50:50+0900] • Inks: whistled, and mentally speculated as to the reason for the pitch and knife...
[2014-11-01T10:50:56+0900] <@CafeGregg> Rather, she had several tomes open in front of her, and a vaguely nervous young dragonblooded next to her.
[2014-11-01T10:51:28+0900] <Inks> "Who pissed you off?"
[2014-11-01T10:51:41+0900] <@Peak> "Are you doing something stupid again like trying to steal the EBon Dragon's shadow?"
[2014-11-01T10:52:15+0900] <@CafeGregg> "Not pissed off," the young man sayys, eyes darting between Inks and Peak and the Alchemicals, "the Lady Domine has been assessing locations of her allies above the surface."
[2014-11-01T10:54:54+0900] <Inks> "Hah, clever."
[2014-11-01T10:55:36+0900] • Inks: wandered over to the table, clad in one of her seaweed and dragon-scale two-pieces. Hiking up on the surface, she crossed one leg over the other and leaned over the spread of books and scrolls, humming pleasantly.
[2014-11-01T10:56:51+0900] <@CafeGregg> "Lumpen," Mnemon states, "I am unfamiliar with that term and cannot find it within my texts.  What is it?"
[2014-11-01T10:57:22+0900] • Inks: blinked.
[2014-11-01T10:57:24+0900] <Inks> "I got nothin'."
[2014-11-01T10:57:54+0900] <@CafeGregg> Vigilant opens his mouth.  Closes it.  Opens it again.
[2014-11-01T11:00:03+0900] <Inks> After a moment of wracking her memory, Inks shrugged. "It's an Autochthonian term for one of their social classes. Why?"
[2014-11-01T11:00:05+0900] <@Peak> "it it offensive with context or without context?"
[2014-11-01T11:01:02+0900] <@CafeGregg> "I was simply curious," Mnemon states, "Ten days ago, the woman referred to me as a 'lumpen.'  I have been researching this term for ten days but could not find evidence of it."
[2014-11-01T11:01:27+0900] <Inks> "Oh. Well she's wrong, technically you can't be a Lumpen for several reasons."
[2014-11-01T11:02:29+0900] <Inks> "One is you're not Autochthonian. Second is that you're a Dragon-blooded, and therefore Exalted. Third, your marble skin is dead-sexy. Forth, judging by context, Lumpen is something like the shriftless state-mandated worker caste. Uh... Penitent legions I think is the closest Realm equivilent. Since you're a Dynast, you can't be a Lumpen."
[2014-11-01T11:02:58+0900] <@CafeGregg> Mnemon smiles.  Rewards Inks with a smile.
[2014-11-01T11:03:01+0900] <@CafeGregg> "Good answer."
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