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- (Auxiliar): You say, "Evening, Auxiliar. How goes it?"
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Hullo, Conduit!"
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "I wish I had better news. I do not. I am sadly devastated. But on the plus
- side, I can finally tell you about my brothel plans!"
- (Auxiliar): You say, "Hm! Devastation not so good, but let's hear about it."
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "I had applied for the open position of Chief Engineer for the ministry of
- Spinesreach, ma'am. I was confident that they would hire me! It was to be a surprise. After all, how
- could they deny my canny ability to see a golden opportunity in the need to develop a brothel for
- the city?"
- (Auxiliar): You say, "Ah, did you apply with that pitch?"
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Yes ma'am! I had wanted to impress them."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "I suppose they must figure that Spireans can organise their own trysts."
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "I was also sure to list my extensive experience with government, ma'am,
- having learned all the proper forms of address in greeting them during my tavern upbringing!"
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "I assured them that I was highly skilled at saying, 'yes sir, right this way
- sir, may I take your jacket?'"
- (Auxiliar): You say, "To be fair, chief engineer is more about saying 'Sven! Put that beam over
- THERE you clod, if I wanted it HERE I'd have said so!'"
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "I suppose that's a good point. I shall try to be more forceful next time.
- "
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "I suspect it is a matter of racial discrimination, ma'am. They thing that
- because I am an imp, and I am short, I am incapable of putting the fear of Gods into insipid
- meathead builders like Sven."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "I can assure you that isn't the case. One of our most beloved chairwomen for...
- goodness, decades, was an imp."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "Anyone who thinks that an imp can't get the job done is either too young or
- too daft."
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Oh, well. I will just have to focus on my studies in the guild. I will be the
- greatest engineer Spinesreach has ever seen, whether they name me chief or not!"
- (Auxiliar): You say, "If it's any consolation, you have a lot more fun as a Cabalist engineer than
- as the city one."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "People don't get quite as uptight when we explode things."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "It's sort of expected."
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Oh, good!"
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "That is one of the main reasons I want to be an engineer. I put that down in
- my application too."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "I once blew out every window in the citadel using a clock."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "Those were the days."
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "A clock! How did you manage that?"
- (Auxiliar): You say, "Well, some error in a numerologically-enhanced bell, for the most part."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "We still have the clock, of course. It's the one down in the Chambers."
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Ahhh. My mentor did warn me about that one."
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Are you an engineer as well, Conduit?"
- (Auxiliar): You say, "I'm known to make things, yes."
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Oh! That reminds me. I was told to ask you to educate me about some situation
- involving a disembodied hand."
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Some sort of cautionary tale, I assume."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "Goodness me, that's an old tale. What had the boys bring that one up?"
- She is a wise Human with a stocky, broad-hipped and well-padded build. She seems an earthy, no-
- nonsense individual, with narrow brown eyes that hold a calculating glint. Her face is round with
- soft features, a small nose and an expressive mouth. Her hair is fully longer than she is tall, and
- has been collected back into a tight braid and pinned up out of the way in a few loops at the back
- of her head. Her fingernails seem unusually thick and clawlike, with a bluish tint toward the root
- and a pointed tip. Furthering the reptilian appearance of her hands, her arms are sheathed from
- fingertip to shoulder in glossy greenish-blue scales.
- (covering the body) : a formal longcoat of the Cabal
- (covering the torso) : a sleek, black and white leather top
- (atop her head) : a pair of heavy, crystal-lensed goggles
- (on the left hand) : a silver wedding ring, inlaid with dark opal
- (worn on the legs) : a pair of simple white trousers
- (worn on the feet) : decoratively tooled leather boots
- (tucked into a pocket) : a silver pocketwatch
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Unfortunately I do not recall the specifics. I think it was something to do
- with my interest in reanimation."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "Ah, well that does make sense."
- Brass Monkey Imports (21061) - Spinesreach (25)
- A circular bar table stands here. Absently polishing a flagon as he eyes the crowd, a surly
- bartender stands here. There are 2 wooden ladder-back chairs here. A long hardwood bar is here, a
- glass tip jar, a basket for used cups, and a few paper Brass Monkey coasters atop it. A large,
- crimson-felted table stands here. A round wooden table is here, a few paper Brass Monkey coasters
- atop it. A sigil in the shape of a small, rectangular monolith is on the ground. A large fireplace
- of stone and iron provides warmth and light to the area. Hands folded in the sleeves of his dark,
- voluminous robes, a cabalist stands ready to guard his city. There are 4 tall wooden bar stools here.
- A rack holding long, tapered poles stands nearby. A simple, porcelain cup has been dropped here.
- There are 2 wooden spindle-back chairs here. You see a sign here instructing you that WARES is the
- command to see what is for sale.
- You see exits leading east (open pine door) and down (closed pine door).
- (Auxiliar): You say, "I could tell the tale. Over a glass of something, I think."
- Your pose is now set as:
- Eleanor is seated over by the fireplace.
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Have you been to the Tenor winery? It's very fancy, Conduit, I think you'd
- like it. Although... I suppose it probably isn't a story for public telling. I can bring
- absinthe!"
- (Auxiliar): You say, "I'm... not partial to things with the name 'tenor' on them, to be honest. But
- I'm already down at the Monkey, so that will do."
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I did not know. Some day you should tell me why
- that is as well. I can make my way to the Monkey."
- (Auxiliar): You say, "It's not really any sort of secret. Tenors are historically largely unpleasant.
- "
- (Auxiliar): You say, "The kind of folk who think profanity is wit and that if they claim to be
- terribly clever, it must be the truth."
- Nia arrives from the east.
- She is followed by a large riding dog.
- (Auxiliar): Nia says, "Oh. I suppose you have met Zaila!"
- (Auxiliar): You say, "Indeed. Her father is not much different."
- She is a normal Imp, a pug-like creature unblessed with good genetics. Her features are squashed and
- asymmetrical, with a misshapen snub-nose and a wide, lopsided mouth. One of her eyes is notably
- bigger than the other, though both share the same sanguine hue and bearing. The exact shade of her
- irises seems to shift depending on her mood and the light, from a translucent, glittering red to the
- almost-black colour of coagulated blood. Her dark brow protrudes above them, down from a sloping,
- wrinkled forehead, arching at the corners in a way that makes her always seem a touch too playful,
- or up to something. Her head is too large for her body and squarish in shape, hunching over limbs
- that are as skinny as they are flabby, notched with cellulite and poor fat distribution. She has a
- pudgy gut, sagging breasts with a proudly displayed cleavage, and thickly muscled thighs that curve
- from round, swaggering hips. Tokens of her race may be found in her small, scaly barbed tail, which
- has a series of knife-like, receding prongs near the end; and vestigial wings, leathery and clawed,
- like a bat or a dragon's. A shock of sleek, obsidian-black hair sweeps from her head and down past
- her shoulders, split by a widow's peak. It looks wiry and brittle, such that it easily keeps out of
- her face without much fuss. Tufts of its growth trail down from her nap to the top of her spine,
- where it is notably shorter. Following the line of her ears and pointing skywards, a pair of
- undulating horns protrude from her skull, hefty and ribbed like a ram's, but spiralling back away
- from rather than towards her face. Her blemished, pock-marked skin is mottled in hue, blending pale-
- grey and vaguely pink over most of her body, but turning a darker plum-purple towards the
- extremities. In particular, the colouration of her tail is visibly ringed.
- (slung over a shoulder) : a plain grey pack
- (covering the body) : a plain grey robe
- (worn on the feet) : violet and cerulean striped boots
- (worn on the legs) : leather-banded, black fabric leggings
- (covering the body) : a suit of academy chainmail
- (plopped on the head at an angle) : a paper hat folded from a Spirean diploma
- (around the neck) : an extremely long striped scarf
- (worn on a finger) : a flame-etched obsidian ring
- (worn on a finger) : a magic emblem ring
- (worn on a finger) : a frost-etched obsidian ring
- You have emoted: Eleanor raises her bottle in a casual sort of salute.
- You say, "Evening."
- Nia whistles to her large riding dog, which she warily pulls to a stop, drawing back her teeth.
- She's clearly uncomfortable with the mount, and a touch terrified, but trying her best to maintain
- her balance. Panting, the hound knocks down a chair, before the imp looks up at you, a touch sweaty
- herself. "Evening, ma'am!"
- Nearly as large as a very small pony, this dog is a rather unidentifiable breed of mutt who appears
- to have been saddled for a quite small rider. Ideal for a child, Imp or even a skinny Dwarf, the
- beast seems happy enough with his duty, tongue lolling out and tail swishing in an eager wag every
- now and then.
- A large riding dog looks weak and feeble.
- It weighs about 272 kilo(s).
- It is loyal to Auxiliar Nia.
- You have emoted: Eleanor eyes the dog thoughtfully. "Quite the hound," she comments, apparently
- unbothered by the disregard for furniture. The bartender, in the background, seems less content.
- Unsteadily, Nia carefully extracts herself from the large riding dog back, her thighs visibly stiff,
- but she gives him a pat on the head all the same. "Thanks. He was a gift!" she tells you while
- righting the chair, giving the unamused bartender a sheepish, apologetic grin. That done, she
- proceeds to bow before you deeply and respectfully, flourishing her arm beneath her.
- You have emoted: Eleanor gives a somewhat queenly nod in response to the bow. "Looks like the stocks
- are low at the moment, but there's ale and whatnot if you fancy something that won't punch you in
- the teeth. And there's the Emeralds if you do want the punch."
- A surly bartender grudgingly polishes a flagon, remaining stoic as ever.
- "I got my own, if that's okay and not too cheap," says Nia, lifting a long-necked glass bottle of
- absinthe and tapping the side of it. She once again flashes the bartender a smile, trying as hard as
- she can to ingratiate herself and thus avoid highly warranted wrath. "But I'll buy a couple glasses
- if you want to share with me."
- You have emoted: Eleanor raises a hand, with a brief shake of the head. "I'm not so much one for
- absinthe. The boys are, though. That's what the Emeralds technically is."
- You have emoted: Eleanor upnods toward a chair nearby. "Anyway, make yourself comfortable, eh?"
- "It's great stuff," says Nia, who hurries into a chair when indicated by you. "Great to finally meet
- you in person, Conduit. Heard so much about you. And of you. You know, on the guild aethers." She
- taps at her ear.
- Nia drinks from a long-necked glass bottle of absinthe.
- You have emoted: Eleanor takes a sip from her bottle. "Truth be told, you hear me a lot more than
- you see me. I'm often up to my eyeballs in paperwork." She sniffs, wrinkling her nose. "With age
- comes bureaucracy, unfortunately."
- "To eternal youth," Nia says to that, raising her long-necked glass bottle of absinthe to you in
- toast.
- You have emoted: Eleanor gives a wolfish grin, with teeth that are altogether far too pointed to
- belong to a real human. She returns the toast, and takes another swig from the bottle.
- You say, "So let me see, the incident with the hand. Where to start."
- You say, "Well, perhaps a beginning place is- do you know how the living are alive and the undead
- are- well- differently alive?"
- Nia pauses, trying to think of something clever, but ultimately looks to you and shakes her head.
- "Don't know much about vampires, ma'am, save they all seem to take themselves too seriously."
- Nia drinks from a long-necked glass bottle of absinthe.
- You have emoted: Eleanor tilts her bottle toward Nia, using it as a gesturing implement. "Vampirism
- is yet another bucket of eels, actually."
- You say, "Different from both life and undeath."
- Visibly feeling stupid, Auxiliar Nia says, "Oh."
- Reassuringly, you say, "It's a very common misconception."
- You say, "Pit, some vampires don't even know what gets them up in the evening."
- At that, Nia smirks.
- You have emoted: Eleanor waves a hand. "Anyway. I'll see if I can summarise."
- sip bottle
- You sip from a long-necked glass bottle full of raspberry ginger beer, and the refreshing fizz of
- the drink is perfectly balanced with ginger and sweet raspberry.
- You say, "The state of living is a function of life-essence. It's within everything that's alive.
- "
- You have emoted: Eleanor describes a circle in midair with the neck of her bottle. "The state of
- living is made possible by a constant cyclic flow of that life essence. When you break a thing
- enough that the flow can't be maintained, that's when you've killed it. The essence, static, fades
- from the corpse."
- "What's it made of?" Nia cuts in, vaguely gesturing at her chest, and the beating heart beneath her
- mottled grey skin. "Life essence, that is."
- You have emoted: Eleanor purses her lips, considering the question. "Essence is essence," she
- supplies. "It's a thing all of its own, like air is air and water is water."
- "Oh," says Nia, nodding her head.
- You say, "The Ascendril don't call it an 'element' as such, but it's one of those things you can't
- really make from anything else."
- You say, "Anyway, let's see, where was I... ah. So, the living are living because their body
- supports the natural flow of essence."
- You say, "The Undead, though. They are technically a vessel that -cannot- support that flow. Really,
- they ought to actually be a corpse."
- You have emoted: Eleanor taps a claw against her bottle. "How, then, do they contain essence without
- it ebbing, and do the things that living people do more or less?"
- Puckering her mouth and frowning in concentration, Nia is clearly trying to offer no further
- interruptions, but like her tapping foot and inability to sit still, she finds it hard to shut up.
- "So they gotta take it from other people," she surmises. "Like an animal gotta get food from other
- things while a plant makes its own. So the undead are advanced predators?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor shakes her head. "No, although that's a good guess."
- Holding up her bottle, Nia punctuates, "Or like how I gotta get my alcohol out of this bott-- Oh."
- Although wrong, she still drinks. For science.
- Nia drinks from a long-necked glass bottle of absinthe.
- You say, "The living get essence from those animals, and the undead don't eat living people, so
- they're not... next in the chain, as it were."
- You say, "In actual fact, the key to why the vessel still holds essence lies in the Ritual of Union,
- through which a person becomes undead."
- You say, "It's actually a Divine binding- an arrangement with Him of the Earth- that keeps the
- essence in flux within the undead in an equivalent of how it moves in the living."
- "Huh," Nia says with a frown. "That's different from what I was taught. And makes me feel much
- better about vampires, I suppose."
- You say, "Well, vampires are different again, as I said. For them, it's that they have the Blood,
- which stores their essence for the most part."
- Nia nods her head emphatically.
- You say, "Blood is typically very essence-rich, so it makes perfect sense for them to sustain
- themselves with that as food instead of... well, food."
- Auxiliar Nia says to you, "But like, you can be undead and still be vegetarian, for instance."
- Impersonating a zombie, Nia holds her arms out in front of her, a glazed look in her eyes as she
- moans, "Graaaaaiiiiiiinnnsssssss."
- You have emoted: Eleanor scratches her chin absently. "You could, yes. It'd be tougher to deal with
- sickness and whatnot- plants don't work on an undead vessel like they do on the living, which is why
- they turn to organs instead- but as long as you kept yourself well, you could get by being undead
- and- haah, yes, that." Again, the razored teeth show in her grin.
- Her expression sobering, Nia nods again in understanding.
- You say, "Anyway. This leads into the incident the boys were alluding to."
- You say, "My area of specialty is essence theory, and by extension things like life and undeath and
- whatnot."
- You say, "And I had always thought. If a Deity can make a thing that really ought to be dead still
- be alive, well, why couldn't I?"
- You say, "The key is in recreating the flow of essence. That's what lets things be alive or- well-
- differently alive, as I mentioned."
- You sip from a long-necked glass bottle of raspberry ginger beer, and the refreshing fizz of the
- drink is perfectly balanced with ginger and sweet raspberry.
- Already amused by the direction of this story, Nia bares her own teeth in a grin, eyes gleaming. She
- offers no further interruption however, listening intently.
- You have emoted: Eleanor tilts her head back, clearly digging into memory- fond and otherwise- to
- spin the tale. "Now, there are ways to numerologically move things about. Touch of Rafic and what
- have you. The issue then becomes -sustaining- the effect. You can put a jolt of essence through a
- dead muscle and it will jerk around, but only as long as the essence is flowing, and as soon as it
- gets to the other end of the thing, that's it and the fun's over."
- You say, "So, how to maintain a constant flow? Numerology is a function of the Numerologist's will,
- so it needs that spark of thought or there won't be any effect."
- You have emoted: Eleanor holds her hands up, shaping something unseen in the air. "I started small.
- Just a hand. Trying to replicate the flow of essence for an entire body, goodness no, the complexity
- is staggering. But I could do a smaller part."
- You have emoted: Eleanor crosses her legs at the ankle. "I made a cap, of sorts, that wedged into
- the cut-off end of a wrist. Some chambers for cycling fluid so that the essence had something to
- move within. And on the base, etchings for the diagrammatic... hm... pattern, I suppose you'd say,
- that I wanted it to create."
- Increasingly amused, Nia follows the motions of your hands, but still doesn't interrupt.
- Drus swaggers off to the east.
- You have emoted: Eleanor scratches the back of her jaw again. What she's itching at appears to be
- small, discoloured abrasions that look to be a rash creeping up her neck. The larger ones have a
- peculiar blue-green colour to them. "But the pattern isn't the only issue. It would work, but only
- as long as I was applying my will to it. Not the effect I wanted, particularly."
- You say, "But more than just Numerologists have will, you know. You don't have to handle the numbers
- to focus on something."
- You say, "So it occurred to me, what if I use the will of an outside party to keep it in motion? I'd
- just need someone to be thinking about it."
- You have emoted: Eleanor taps her bottle against her temple. "And it stands to reason that if I've
- cut off your hand, you'd be thinking about it, correct? So that is perfect."
- You have emoted: Eleanor takes a moment to resettle herself in her chair, looking toward the fire
- for a stretch. "The miscalculation largely came from my chosen subject, truth be told."
- At this, Nia looks down at her own hand. "Rather like mine attached," she admits. "So I suppose that
- would give me... paws for thought." With her intact hand, she pats her riding dog on the head. He
- pants happily, oblivious as to the macabre nature of the conversation at hand.
- You have emoted: Eleanor snorts lightly- it seems the humour has a good record of hitting its mark,
- judging by her response each time. "I thought that for such a prototypical venture, it might be
- useful to choose a candidate who already had experience with such focus," she continues the tale.
- "Down at Rebel's Ridge there's a failed Cabalist, Creinne by name, I believe. Contemptuous bint, by
- any measure."
- You say, "But she was fitting, I thought. If anyone would be able to produce the effect I wanted,
- she'd be a decent bet."
- You have emoted: Eleanor takes a deep breath in, then exhales shortly. "Well, I can tell you that it
- did work." She makes a significant pause, then adds, "Problem was, it worked too well."
- You have emoted: Eleanor wriggles her fingers in a crawly sort of gesture. "The thing had a
- semblance of life, the essence flowed just fine. Problem was, there was a link, I suppose, between
- her thought, her pain, and the diagram. So, it came to life with, as they say, a vengeance."
- You have emoted: Eleanor rubs her left wrist with the opposing hand. "With the benefit of the
- Numerological reinforcement, it was far and away stronger than any normal hand ought to be. Crushed
- my wrist in the first few moments, and damnear had me by the throat. I'd have been its victim if the
- boys hadn't arrived in time."
- While you regale, Nia digs into her pocket and produces a candy whip of black licorice. "Liquorice?"
- she offers, not put off by the grisly talk. She sticks it out towards you, though she's clearly just
- being polite -- she tilts it half-poised towards her own mouth.
- You have emoted: Eleanor shakes her head, raising a hand in polite decline.
- Clamping the candy whip between her teeth, Nia chews and chomps her way through the black licorice.
- You say, "It got away that time, and I spent an extremely uncomfortable several months jumping at
- shadows. The thing kept coming for me, scuttling out from under cabinets and whathaveyou."
- Nia snickers at this part of your story, more entertained by the prospect than horrified.
- You say, "Plenty of near misses, I can tell you. In hindsight, I probably would have outlasted it-
- without a way to eat, it had no way to gain essence, so it was going to wind down like a pocket-
- watch eventually. Didn't occur to me at the time, of course, I was frightened out of my wits."
- You have emoted: Eleanor taps her bottle against her chin. "It was the Wolfdog who caught it
- eventually," she recalls, though she doesn't supply any explanation as to who- or what- that might
- be. "He caught it in a net of time, just moments before it would have leapt on my face. Burnt it to
- ashes on the spot, and that was that."
- "So was it Creinne's conscious essence trying to kill you?" Nia wonders, batting out her own open
- hand in thought. The remainder of her liquorice she sticks in the corner of her mouth, saving half
- of it for later. "Or was it just a mad hand?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor considers the question. "Well, it's unlikely that we'll ever know for sure,
- but I suspect that its capacity for violence was induced by her influence on the entire thing."
- You say, "It might just have been a mad hand, but that it only came for me..."
- You say, "Well, I suppose it could just have been mad at me for making it."
- You say, "But you wouldn't think a severed hand would have a great deal of capacity for thought. Not
- being attached to a head and all."
- "So I guess really the moral of the story, is next time you gotta try this with the hand of someone
- who doesn't wanna kill you," Nia surmises. "Like the Commissar?" Her grin turns malevolent, cracked
- wide from ear to ear as the imp raises both of her intact, living hands, wiggling her fingers
- tauntingly at you. "Zombie love-hand."
- You have emoted: Eleanor grimaces. "Do -not- suggest that in his presence," she warns, then glances
- away and gives what appears to be a genuine shudder. "He's been known to come up with spare hands,
- he'd probably try it."
- Unable to restrain herself, Nia giggles incessantly, and even without the aid of her large riding
- dog, nearly topples backwards in her chair before she catches herself.
- You have emoted: Eleanor gives a crooked sort of grin, watching the mirth with her own sense of
- amusement. "I suppose you're not familiar yet with his... what would you call it. Hobbies, with the
- flesh?"
- Nia shakes her head, straightening herself up in the chair as she chokes down her laughter, quickly
- forcing herself to regain her composure. She sends the bartender another quick look and becomes
- complacent, as if to silently assure, 'I'll behave!' before she takes another sip of her absinthe.
- "He don't talk much about himself. He asks me a lot how I am. I guess I only have myself to blame
- for not asking back," she admits to you. "Gave me this book, though..." She glances about this way
- and that, wary of prying, non-Cabalist eyes, then slips the cover out just a peek from under the
- fabric of her pack, allowing the Conduit a glimpse.
- Nia takes a simple book entitled, "A copy of a simple book entitled, "Junakutz-Lionheart
- Numerological Compendium - Ed.1 R0"" from a plain grey pack.
- Nia displays a simple book entitled, "A copy of a simple book entitled, "Junakutz-Lionheart
- Numerological Compendium - Ed.1 R0"" for all to see
- Nia puts a simple book entitled, "A copy of a simple book entitled, "Junakutz-Lionheart
- Numerological Compendium - Ed.1 R0"" into a plain grey pack.
- You have emoted: Eleanor nods, sagely. "That's a mark of good faith," she observes. "He doesn't give
- that to just anyone."
- Nia gleams with pride. "Made me work for it," she says, although on second thoughts admit, "Not all
- that hard. More of an interrogation than..." She flexes her arm. "Labour."
- You have emoted: Eleanor runs her tongue over her teeth. "Given some... incidents... in the past, he
- does like to check as best he can that you're not going to blow yourself up or worse with the
- information."
- Pressing a hand to her chest, Nia vows, "I solemnly swear, if it comes down to it, I will do my
- absolute best not to blow myself up, and blow up another subject if necessary. I've a much too
- healthy sense of self-preservation."
- You have emoted: Eleanor seems oddly solemn, given her apparent attitude to matters of plosion
- thusfar, when she points out, "There are worse things, you know. And not just in a public-safety
- sense, some of the fates that befall unwise Cabalists are..." she trails off, her focus shifting to
- something distant. She doesn't elaborate, but she also doesn't seem to be thinking of anything
- pleasant.
- You have emoted: Eleanor shakes her head briefly. "Anyway. You'll learn about those eventually, and
- hopefully it'll be second-hand."
- Nia gives you a scrutinising look, scrunching up her eyebrows... but perhaps you had to be there. It
- only lasts a few seconds, and the message clearly hasn't fully sunken in. She nods her head all the
- same.
- You have emoted: Eleanor takes a swig from her bottle. "I don't know if the boys warned you, but as
- far as mentoring goes you've, ahah. Somewhat picked up more than you might have bargained for."
- "I'm not afraid," says Nia smugly, following you in taking a swig from her own bottle. "That just
- means I got more to learn. I wouldn't want to learn from someone who isn't gonna teach me."
- Nia drinks from a long-necked glass bottle of absinthe.
- You have emoted: Eleanor gives Nia a knowing look. "What I mean is, you've signed yourself up for
- three teachers, and I'm one of them. Can't keep us out of each other's business, as it were."
- "Good with me," says Nia cheerily. "Sounds like a bargain deal then. Who's the third? And who're the
- boys you keep talking about?" Tapping her lip, she notes, "I've noticed the Cabalists are mostly
- girls. Kelliara, Riannon... well I guess that's about it. Dotteo's not a girl that I know of. I
- haven't met that many."
- Adding more sombrely, Auxiliar Nia says, "Chair Kelliara's terrifying. But I mean that in a good way.
- "
- You say, "It is the struggle with this guild, digging the scholars out from under their books are a
- thing."
- You say, "The Doyen is something else. Long before she was the Chair, she led the pack of Spirean
- wolves. Back when they were arranged like a guild."
- You say, "She's always been ferocious. Challenged Him of the Skies to a drinking contest to bargain
- a boon for her pack."
- Nia shivers at the mention of the shapeshifters, but when you mention the Doyen challenging a God to
- a drinking contest, she just looks halfway between appalled and impressed.
- Snapping her fingers, Auxiliar Nia says, "Damn. And she's taken."
- You say, "The Big Man was fair impressed with it. She got His favour and a cigar, as well."
- Nia grins. Pointing to a large riding dog, she mentions, "Present from her wife. The Commander. Also
- a fearsome lady, though a very nice one."
- You have emoted: Eleanor nods sagely. "A good friend of mine, as well. A fine soldier. Chip off her
- mother's block, for certain."
- Tilting her head curiously, Auxiliar Nia says to you, "Is her mother that imp Chair you mentioned?
- She said it was an imp, who bred these dogs to ride on."
- You have emoted: Eleanor nods sagely. "That's the one. Moirean Seirath." She leans back in her chair,
- grinning nostalgically upwards. "Now she was a lady. Half the size and twice the attitude of anyone
- you'd ever meet."
- "Xenia don't seem all that impish," Nia dubiously notes. "Though she did say her ma was adomptive.
- Moirean Seirath, huh?" The littler, less notable imp grins. "Guess I got something to aspire to.
- "
- Nia drinks from a long-necked glass bottle with traces of absinthe.
- You have emoted: Eleanor gives a short chuckle. "In any other city, you might be dismissed for your
- impishness." She gives a grand gesture, indicating the area at large. "Here in Spinesreach though,
- everyone knows what an imp can do if you give them half a chance."
- You say, "So anyone who knew her will be eyeballing you with care, I'd say."
- Nia grins, seemingly as always. Like most imps, she is easily amused. "Step one, I gotta make that
- hat," she says with a nod, her voice turning a touch more formal as she sniffs, "I expect people'll
- take me more seriously once that's done."
- You have emoted: "A hat, eh?" Eleanor gives Nia an appraising look up and down. "What manner of
- hat?"
- Looking surprise and aghast, Nia asks, "Did I not tell you about that hat?" She sits upright in her
- chair, shaking her horned head. "Oh Conduit, it was an outrage, a travesty, I say! I was hoping
- someone could help resolve things before they escalated. But if you haven't heard, maybe that means
- you can still help?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor rubs her chin thoughtfully. "Perhaps," she muses. "Tell me about it."
- "I used to have a hat," Nia laments. "A hat that other imps can only dream of, one that fit just
- perfect, just right over my horns! Didn't rip, didn't scratch, didn't tug. Now it wasn't a pretty
- hat, Miss Conduit, nothing fancy, I got no illusions about that, but it was my hat, and it fit just
- right."
- You have emoted: Eleanor nods, inviting more story in this reversal of roles, her posture intent,
- one elbow leaning on her knee as she listens.
- "Hats make a world of difference, you know." Nia taps her own current hat, which is made of paper,
- and so she cannot move it much for fear of tearing it. "Now the folk at Slavers' Isle, I'm betting
- they knew that. Insipid bureaucrats, I was just on my way to Spinesreach, finally hoping to make a
- hope there, when m'boat was capsized and the incompetents got their paperwork all mixed up. They
- thought I was supposed to be a pleasure slave. Me, a pleasure slave! Can you imagine?" Haughty, she
- lifts her chin. "They got one look at my face and the paperwork and realised though that had to be
- my mistake. So yes, after a stern talking to, they corrected it, agreed to send me on my way. But
- they took my hat! And when I told them, when I told them I expect full recompense, want my
- belongings back and especially that hat, they flat out refused me. Now I filed a complaint, and I
- tried to get that sorted right away soon as I got here, get someone to throw the book at them
- perhaps, but the Commissar said he couldn't help. That apparently they always do these messes over
- there. You'd think, trading slaves, they ought to be a bit more organised. No wonder they're losing
- profits!"
- After this very long explanation, Nia slumps in her seat, heaving a sigh, "At any rate, I no longer
- have a hat. Not a proper one. So I've decided to make one. And it'll be the best hat that Sapience
- ever saw. Unless, unless you're telling me, maybe there's hope, maybe you can contact Slavers' Isle
- and throw your weight to maybe help resolve this issue, as the Conduit?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor rolls her eyes dramatically. "Oh my stars, do -not- talk to me about their
- sorry excuse for a structure. I have no idea how Bloodloch hasn't simply burnt them to the ground
- you know, they deal with them a lot and I can't imagine it's a situation without much hair-pulling
- and frustration."
- You have emoted: Eleanor shakes her head. "If you've articles in their lost-and-found, I'm afraid
- that's one chase you're unlikely to succeed at."
- Relieved to be receiving a sympathetic ear, Nia widens her eyes at you and bobs her head with
- fervent, passionate agreement. But her shoulders slump anew when the Conduit is unable to instill
- her with hope about the missing hat.
- You say, "Someone needs to go in there and give them a damned firm kick up the bureaucratic backside,
- but I'd need much more reinforced boots to manage it. There's some mountains that even I can't move.
- "
- "That's a shame," Nia says with resignation, furrowing her brow. Fortunately, she perks right back
- up soon after. "At any rate, now that I live in Spines though, I can probably afford to make an even
- better one. The economy here is way better than the sorry sandspit I used to live on."
- You say, "Quite a bit better, I should think."
- Nodding agreeably and finally finishing off her liquorice, Auxiliar Nia says, "Oh yes. I like it
- here. Did you always live here?"
- Nia drinks from a long-necked glass bottle with traces of absinthe.
- It is now noon on Gosday, the 20th of Slyphian, year 460 of the Midnight Age.
- You say, "For the largest part of my life, yes. I was born elsewhere, but I came to the Cabal as
- soon as I came of age. Been here ever since, give or take."
- "Lot of stories to live through," Nia notes. Risking the wrath of the bartender, she makes herself
- at home, pulling her boots up onto the chair with her to hug her knees.
- You say, "Oh yes, centuries of them."
- A surly bartender seems to be watching the conversation, but he isn't swinging the weight he usually
- does when patrons are misbehaving. Perhaps because of the current administrative company.
- You have emoted: Eleanor taps her claws against the neck of the bottle, making a distinct ringing
- sound. "And you know, I'm quite handy with organising production of things. We could arrange a hat.
- Perhaps even- dare I say it- a BETTER hat."
- Grinning, Nia notes, "Commissar said I should ask you. Said you had experience working with horns,
- since, in his own words, you're an imp -- occasionally." She looks vaguely insulted by this
- statement. "Not sure how you can be an imp occasionally, but anyway! I said I wouldn't." She shakes
- her head. "I said this is something I have to do for myself, y'see. Not just because, in all my
- years of hat-shopping, I ain't never found one that could fit just perfect over my horns like my old
- one used to. It's just... you know how it is."
- Auxiliar Nia frowns and says to you, "Someone kills your father, it's your job to kill them right
- back. Someone takes your hat, you're never quite the same until you've regained it yourself."
- You have emoted: Eleanor nods, knowingly. "I do understand, and I won't try and take the project
- from you." At the mention of occasionally an imp, she seems thoughtful.
- You say, "Word of advice, for the boys and for me."
- You have emoted: Eleanor draws back her lip, baring the edged teeth briefly. "You'll want to learn
- what our essence feels like- you know, when you sense a person."
- You say, "Every person has a personal... hm. Resonance. Distinctive. Like your fingers-print."
- You say, "And knowing us by that will serve you well, because some days we don't at all look like we
- did the day before."
- Aghast, Auxiliar Nia exclaims to you, "You mean, you might not be Miss Conduit Eleanor? I'd be in so
- much trouble if I'd been spilling the beans to an imposter!"
- You have emoted: Eleanor gives a gregarious sort of laugh. "I'm far too old and far too married to
- be any sort of 'miss'," she points out. "Just 'Conduit' will do. And I'm always me, but there are
- times when- well." She gestures to herself. "I won't look like this."
- Nia makes a cursory note of your appearance, frowning, but then nods her head. "Oh, well -- ma'am --
- Conduit -- I'm familiar with reincarnation. I mean, I know there's ways to change shape and all, and
- might be one day I'll try that too. I just mean..." She sucks in a breath. "Once an imp, always an
- imp. Imp ain't something you slip in and out of. It's in the Laughter." She gestures to her throat.
- "Your, uh, essence. Imp essence."
- You say, "Oh, yes, that."
- You say, "I do agree. There's something at the heart. I'm not -actually- an imp when I'm small.
- "
- Frowning, Auxiliar Nia says to you, "I mean, you could turn me into a blasted pixie, but I'll be an
- imp 'til the day I die. For good."
- You have emoted: Eleanor waves a hand in the air. "But I look near enough that people think I am."
- You say, "What I -actually- am is an Idreth, same with the boys. But what that is defines what we
- can appear as."
- Leaning her elbow on the table, Nia dreamily laments, "I'd love to ascend to an Idreth some day.
- Maybe then I'll be able to fly." She flaps her wings, stretching out their leathery surfaces, but
- alas, they are vestigial. Useless.
- You have emoted: Eleanor looks at the wings with sympathy and a distinctly knowing eye. "Well, it's
- something to aspire to, but there's a lot more to your life before that, I should think."
- "'Course there is," Nia says with a bob of her horned head. "I still got that hat to aspire to. And
- engineering. And!" She grins conspiratorially, looking to you with brightening red eyes. "Zaila
- Tenor has promised to teach me the Big Ass Violin. Though I know you said you don't like Tenors.
- "
- You have emoted: Eleanor shrugs lightly. "None of my business if you enjoy her company. Best be
- careful, though. She fancies herself a manipulator, which means she might try to toy with you."
- Tapping the side of her nose, Nia notes, "I got wits of my own, Conduit ma'am. I'll manipulate her
- right back."
- You have emoted: Eleanor gives a small smirk. "Good," she approves.
- You say, "You've got an unfair advantage, of course. Cabalists have excellent pattern recognition.
- "
- "'S'why I joined," says Nia. She leans her head to one side, as if to listen to something, and
- points a finger at her ear. "I was hearing this... this thing. Was like a music? But like something
- deeper than that. Music of the universe, I call it in my head. Always wanted to be a bard, but never
- had the chance. I was good with numbers, and I figure, maybe with numerology, I'll be able to
- finally figure it out. Finally make it make sense."
- You have emoted: Eleanor considers Nia at length, with a smile on her face which fairly glows with a
- combination of pride and approval. "You'll never understand completely, but we can get you a damn
- sight closer, that's for sure." She drums her claws against the bottle again. "So you've a penchant
- for music? Interesting. I had a protege once who took to the Spheres musically."
- Nia nods her head. "Commissar said there was someone else like that... I don't remember the name
- though. But it means I'm not the only one." For that, she sounds relieved, and looks to you
- anxiously as she asks, "I hear the world singing, does that make sense? Like everything's got its
- own little unique hum, and patterns, like you said." She waves her hands in vague circles, trying to
- make these patterns clumsily apparent. "So the numbers -- yeah, like your protege I guess, they got
- their own sounds, to me. They're like... chords. Of reality. They make sense of it, and music makes
- sense of it."
- Squinting at you suspiciously, as if wary of being accused, Auxiliar Nia says, "I'm not crazy though.
- Honest."
- You have emoted: Eleanor nods. "That makes perfect sense," she approves. "One thing about Numerology
- is that just about any Numerologist approaches it in their own personal manner."
- Curiously, Auxiliar Nia asks you, "How do you?"
- You have emoted: Eleanor holds out her hand, as if pushing her fingertips against a curtain. "For me,
- Creation is a tapestry. A thousand-thousand tiny threads, each one with its own thrum and life."
- You say, "It's fitting, I suppose. 'Idreth' is an old word meaning 'weaver', and I was the first.
- "
- Brow furrowing pensively at that, seeming intrigued, Auxiliar Nia says, "Hrm."
- You say, "The boys see it more... diagrammatically. Everything an enormous web of linked symbols.
- "
- Seeking clarification, Auxiliar Nia asks you, "Which boys?"
- Unhelpfully, you say, "The Commissars."
- A little, haggard boy walks in from the east.
- "Commissars?" Nia prompts, stressing the plural syllable and sounding confused. Her black brow lifts
- high beneath her paper hat folded from a Spirean diploma.
- You have emoted: Eleanor pauses halfway through a sip of her drink, the bottle poised at her lips. A
- grin tugs at the corner of her mouth.
- You have emoted: "Think you'd better have a sit down and a good chat with your mentor," Eleanor
- comments, in a tone that indicates she won't be adding further explanation.
- Nia waits for you to explain, remaining confused and furrowing her brow. "Alright," she says. "I
- thought there was just one. Is someone taking over?" She is a persistent imp, after all. Mulling
- this, she takes another drink.
- Nia drinks from a long-necked glass bottle with traces of absinthe.
- You have emoted: Eleanor might not be an imp, but the grin currently on her face couldn't really be
- described as anything short of impish. "Goodness me," she muses. "Mentor at first sight, isn't that
- a thing."
- Nia drinks from a long-necked glass bottle with traces of absinthe.
- You have emoted: Eleanor casts her gaze upward, a fond gleam in her eyes. "Not that I blame you.
- Such charm." The mood might be cheeky, but there is clearly a great deal of love present in his
- regard.
- Nia gives you another aghast look, pulling her absinthe bottle from her lips and clearly taken aback.
- "What are you implying, Your Conduitness?" she asks. "He's just a mentor! That's all!"
- "Besides," Nia sniffs, pointing her chin to one side. "I have my eye on someone else. My heart
- belongs to another."
- You have emoted: Eleanor absently digs in a pocket, finally retrieving something along the lines of
- a small, silver pocket-watch. She pops it open, replying casually, "Don't worry, I'm just joshing
- with you." The machinations inside the piece don't seem to be any sort that would actually display
- time as one would understand it, but nevertheless her brows hike upward a notch. "Dhaivol's dancing
- shoes, is that the alignment?" She glances to Nia. "I've kept you occupied for quite some time, it
- seems."
- The loud sound of thunder rolls through the skies, shaking the air around you.
- "Very occupied," Nia concurs, turning back to you and peering over at the pocket-watch. "And I thank
- you for it! It's been an entertaining experience. I have learned a lot about disembodied hands and
- life essence."
- A lightning bolt streaks down from the skies, full of fury and anger.
- You say, "You'll likely gain a wealth of stories from this mentorship."
- Nia drinks the last drops from a long-necked glass bottle with traces of absinthe.
- You say, "That's something old Cabalists have in spades."
- This is a polished silver pocketwatch, sized to fit neatly within the palm. It has a winding-stud on
- the righthand side, around which there is a loop that has a long chain attached. The cover is etched
- with filligree that contains floral motifs interspersed with the geometric sweeps and curves of what
- looks like Numerological diagrams. Pressing the stud causes the lid to open, revealing a complex
- mechanism of silver and brass gears within. A number of hands and rings rotate slowly in sequence,
- some marking what might be time and some displaying cryptic measurements of a less obvious nature.
- The mechanism is protected by a glass lentille, and tucked into the lid opposite is a tiny painting
- of a handsome Xorani gentleman.
- You have emoted: Eleanor tilts the watch, noting the interest in it.
- You display a silver pocketwatch for all in the room to see.
- Nia grins, then finishes the last of her bottle and gives it a little shake. Grimacing, she admits
- aside to you, "I don't think this was all that strong," although maybe she's bragging. Hopping down
- from the table and dusting her feet on the floor, before wiping down the chair she was using as a
- foot-rest, the imp straightens up to her full height -- which is not much.
- You say, "Absinthe is an interesting thing. Comes in a lot of different strengths."
- Nia's eyes widen. "That's pretty," she says to you, leaning over again to inspect the watch. "And
- cute." She points out the painting of the Xorani, smirking.
- You have emoted: Eleanor gives a fond smile. "Well, what can I say," she comments of the crimson-
- scaled Xorani. "He always was terribly dashing."
- A lightning bolt streaks down from the skies, full of fury and anger.
- You have emoted: Eleanor glances upward briefly, with the manner of someone who's just overheard a
- snippet of conversation- though the only notable sound in the relatively quiet bar is the boom of
- thunder overhead.
- "Maybe some day I'll find my soulmimp," Nia muses, rubbing her squarish chin. "But I think I fancy
- my independence too much. 'Sides, there's always the Lover's Fling to scratch an itch." She stares
- down a large riding dog, trying to prod the panting, tail-wagging, happy thing to his feet with the
- tip of her own.
- You say, "A lot of folk get consumed by running about looking for it."
- You have emoted: Eleanor tucks the watch away. "But if you ask me, when the person's right you'll
- know."
- Auxiliar Nia smiles with a wink and says to you, "Like I said, already got my eye on someone."
- A lightning bolt streaks down from the skies, full of fury and anger.
- A stray, brightly colored wooden ball rolls by, helped along by the breeze.
- You say, "Well, hopefully Lgakt is kind to you, hm?"
- Nia yawns suddenly and mightily.
- Grinning at you, Nia bobs her head. "Think he'd like that. I'll tell him you said that." Spurring
- her hound to his feet, she hops onto her back, bowing her horns. "Have a productive evening,
- Conduit! Full of endless paperwork, I'm sure."
- Nia climbs onto a large riding dog.
- A lightning bolt streaks down from the skies, full of fury and anger.
- You have emoted: Eleanor grimaces, and levers herself up out of her own seat with the air of someone
- who has aching joints.
- You say, "No rest for the Cabalistic, they do say."
- You say, "Do take care, hm? I'm glad to have gotten a chance to chat."
- You have emoted: Eleanor turns her head left, squinting a little. "Hm... aha. There's one."
- You give Nia a respectful salute.
- say ixurya
- You say, "Ixurya."
- You flick out your butterfly knife, slicing swiftly at the threads of reality. A shimmering fault
- appears in the air, and moving quickly you step through.
- A dim, cobblestoned crossing (49820) - The Junction (Unmapped)
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