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[futhark]

Name: Cú Chulainn (Caster)
Date: late-Ieneuer, when the kidnappings related to The Salvation of Geardagas start
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There's been a word on the streets, of people being assaulted, disappearing attempts of kidnappings— that's not a word anyone who was here a year ago wants to hear again, plenty of us might be already on edge. But whatever is going on this time? Whoever it is? They're not as good as the scum behind what happened a year ago. That means we have a bigger window to act and to protect each other.

My idea is: let's put together a list of Mirrorbounds willing to guard those returning home. Whether it's for those who work far away from the Haven or stay at Coven classes long after its dark or just anyone that would feel safer in the company.

I'll start

I work at Inkchanted, it's located in the docks, near the Slydog tavern. I tend to work afternoons and evenings, so if anyone also finishes their job at docks around that time, I can walk you back to Haven. I could also pick up someone working on the western edges of the shopping district.

｢ OOC: feel free to threadjack each other for bodyguard seeking/service offering ｣

Comments

[faithlikeaseed]

It does, and the Coven will certainly be involved if we can produce proof of what's going on. Until then... [He huffs out a breath.] We've been asked not to cause any serious disturbances.

But anyone attending their meetings should know the risks they're running, and anyone looking to stop the kidnappings--should also know we might not be able to discuss it in the open.

[fuelingfire]

Ah, there's the proactivity I expect! The populace are disappearing and there's potential mental manipulation, but until there's concrete evidence, why bother even putting out an official investigation? I wonder if anyone under two hundred is even capable of learning from previous situations without blundering into them again and again.

[He ..certainly hoped Myr himself was taking precautions, he hadn't heard anything about fauns being unusually resistant to mind control.]

I suppose anyone who goes from skeptical to utterly convinced of these people's greatness should be immediately suspect. Be careful yourself.

[faithlikeaseed]

[The sarcasm actually gets a laugh out of Myr--because he is on the Council, after all, and while he does agree with the Coven's caution in this case, this isn't an...inapt description of them.]

Politics, messere, tend to put fetters on that kind of haste. I don't think it's wholly unwarranted here, but I'm hoping we'll be able to change their minds within the next few days. [Spoiler: They will not, and Myr is certainly not going to be up to discovering any of that evidence himself in...a matter of hours.

Less gaily, more quietly,] I will. Someone already made an attempt on me but we Fauns are more resistant than most. I've spoken to my Witch about it and we'll be ready next time I go to one of their meetings.

[fuelingfire]

I won't expect it.

[But he'd have to warn his neighbors at least, he owed them that much. Some information was better than none.]

Mayhap don't go alone to such meetings? Surely it would be understandable given your blindness. Your witch might well do, a bond would be even more understandable to bring.

[faithlikeaseed]

[There is an air of teasing to Myr's tone when he says,] We'll do our best to surprise you, then.

[And--then he's silent a moment, considering the twin facts that he is, one, comfortable enough to tease this creature, and two, ... is that some note of concern for his wellbeing?

Well, it shouldn't be a surprise, should it? Or wouldn't be if both of them were mortal and they got on as well as they have.]

Oh, I will not, to be sure. My Witch is usually there with his Witch, so even if we don't show up as a pair, he's got eyes on me. And I've friends, besides.

[Though if they could be turned as neatly as Viren had... Myr makes a little huffing noise to himself.] We might want warding spells, as well. I'll suggest that.

[Then,] No one's made any attempts on you, have they, messere?

[Because he's worried too!!]

[fuelingfire]

[He won't be surprised, and doesn't expect it, by the quiet 'hmph'.]

No, none have tried anything untoward in my neighborhood as yet but there's been some apprehensive whispers. Aught can be done for now than listening and waiting, at least until my knees finish changing and I can walk with ease once more. The next house over is full of chatty sorts, I'll hear about anything interesting sooner or later.

[faithlikeaseed]

[Yeah, even Myr--in all his optimism--knows that one's a long shot. The Coven had once again handed the problem to the Mirrorbound to solve, after all.]

I wish you--and your neighbors--all the best in the listening then. And that your changes go smoothly as well. [There's empathy in his tone there; changes to the legs were...a problem.] Is there aught you're in need of while you're waiting on that?

[Doing grocery runs for a genocidal demigod is nbd right.]

[fuelingfire]

[On the other hand making nice with genocidal demigods might be personally beneficial.]

Ah, I'd actually been intending to ask, time slips away so easily. I've ... recently become obligated to care for a proper omnivore and my usual preferences of fish and bread suit not. I've some coin to pay with, if you've excess of anything particularly suited.

[faithlikeaseed]

[S'truth, though "personal benefit" is way low down on Myr's calculus about most things he does.]

I can certainly arrange that--the selection can be a little limited this time of year but I've got greens, grain, and more strawberries at least. [And lines on all the best importers for Wilde-foraged foods, too, but spending someone else's money on that doesn't seem polite.] What's your proper omnivore prefer?

[fuelingfire]

[Lahabrea's tone turns strangely thoughtful, given the topic, as if this is a new thing he'd never actually weighed.]

I would think at this point there are no preferences, too new to the experience so to speak. When I can venture out again I'd thought to select a variety which can be sampled, but it may take til the end of the month or later.

[faithlikeaseed]

[Myr's already assembling a shopping list and setting it beneath an appropriate symbol (feathers on a plate) in his head.]

H'mm. And only usual edibles, right? I'm assuming your-- [Pet? New Mirrorbound? Something?] houseguest can't eat anything poisonous to a human.

[Given Myr's taken a liking to mistletoe in his salads since becoming a deer it's an important distinction to ask about!]

[fuelingfire]

I can't actually say for certain, though that would probably be safest.

[He sounds suspiciously thoughtful, that doesn't bode well.]

I suppose I could venture to buy a few detoxification potions and some charcoal and just give a wider variety of things a try, who knows what he might actually prefer. Insects are options, so mayhap other things are too.

[faithlikeaseed]

[Myr's rampant curiosity wars briefly with the dodgy ethics of the experiment proposed.

Curiosity wins.]

Well--if he's amenable to the experiment, I'll bring by a few things that shouldn't be too toxic if we're wrong. [No mushrooms this round!!]

On the condition you tell me all about the results, of course, since now you've piqued my scholarly interest.

[fuelingfire]

{Lahabrea should not be considering experimenting on another Ascian but he's doing it anyway.}

That seems fair. I'm certain he'll be willing to entertain some mild curiosities such as this.

[faithlikeaseed]

A man after my own heart.

I'll be in touch, then, once I've gathered everything up. Maker, [oop,] or I should say, your god walk with you and watch over you until then.