[Wielding magic is such an odd prospect to him. By now Vander is used to how common place it is in this world, but using it himself? It’s… not as intuitive as simply swinging his fist.
Though, the sudden new ability he’s manifested certainly does seem to have some things in common with it.
He knows the best way to really learn new skills is practice—that and having someone knowledgeable to guide the way. So when he found himself accidentally doing more than just the usual exercises the other day while out on the Heliopolis training grounds—with everything on the horizon, he needs to make sure to stay in shape—the first thing that springs to mind is that he should consult someone with a bit more know-how on this sort of thing.
Which is what brings him out to the outskirts of the Alenroux forest on this sunny day. Vander heads to the appointed meeting spot early enough to scout out a suitable enough spot for practicing, and when the familiar figure of Akua approaches, he greets her with a smile.]
Hey there. Appreciate you taking the time to help me out.
[ Magic was always best practiced when there was little chance of danger. Even as a girl, when her father had taken her hands in his, and taught her the first working she'd ever known, they had done it as far removed from the rest of the residences of the Sahelian grounds as they could. She had carried that to Horos, and now here, and the outskirts of Alenroux were best for such things. Particularly if this was a... dangerous sort of magic. ]
Of course. I'm surprised you reached out, but if anyone can assist...
[ It would be her. She was dressed smartly, in something a bit closer to slacks and a coat, all in red as always, and her hair was braided up and about her head, where it wouldn't get in the way. ]
What sort of... ability did you find yourself stumbling into? It's often fascinating, how these powers manifest in a world like here, or Horos.
[Fascinating is certainly one word for it—startling might be the one Vander would use, though. It’s one thing to actively try a new trick for the first time, like he had with the handful of curiosities he’d picked up after harmonizing, but it’s another entirely when a new force manifests in the middle of doing some practice swings.]
Best way I can describe it is… pulling earth and stone up into the air with a swing of my fist.
[He makes the motion of an uppercut as a demonstration, slow and deliberate and not channeling the fleetingly familiar sensation tied to the actual magic.]
Ruined some of that nice stone out in the Heliopolis training grounds when I discovered it.
[ Past the events of the Scorching Isles, NAME will receive... A very nice, handwritten letter! Which, if you prefer the actual easy to read text (fair), is here. ]
[ Also included is Sebastian's address, which is located near the Tomes in Highstorm. Should your character wish to attend (and bring a +1), that log is a mingle style one here! No pressure to tag it if you're busy, but just let me know whether your character attends or not if you can't swing it OOC! ]
[... What- What sort of greeting is appropriate here? To a "friend", to a... after what had happened this month... ? Hayame realizes she doesn't know, and after a brief moment of panic (and a brief moment of scandalous recollection), she simply jumps immediately into her question and tries to pretend nothing was amiss besides-]
Do you know anything about Set's whereabouts?
[The desert had disappeared from the corner of her mind it had occupied since the dryad and then a vow had bound her to the god of war.]
[If she had simply not seen him, she would not care or worry at all. Set is fickle and unfaithful, and she knows that he roams into Highstorm, into Kowloon, into the Beyond, into many places she has not been. ... But it is more than that. And she is asking.]
[ Hoping that he isn't reaching out to her at a bad time, Link opens his communion with the mental equivalent of a gentle tap on the shoulder. Hello, ma'am? Good morning.
After a few seconds, his voice appears. ]
Madame Akua. May I have a moment of your time?
I'm interested in learning magic. Or, trying to. They say all Shard-Bearers are capable of it, even if they never knew any type of magic previously. I'm sure it would come in useful in pursuing the Meridian's goals.
I don't know where to begin, however. I thought I might ask you.
[ There is only a slight pause, when Link reaches out to her. Her communion is like twilight on a hot desert, the sand still warm underneath his toes, the heat still unbearable. There's the impression that he is being watched, and that one is on the precipice of stepping off the sands, and into a canyon.
Akua speaks in this, almost like the whisper of a desert wind, her tone amused, welcoming him in. ]
You could not ask for a better teacher, Link. Do you have any experience with magic at all? I assume you know what it is, yes? How present is it in your world?
Not very... it's quite rare, from what I know. And from what I understand, it isn't something easily taught to others, if at all.
[ For the most part, it isn't even called magic, but more like... abilities. What magic is really about in Hyrule is objects of power. ]
I've dealt with several magical items. The magic had nothing to do with me, though...
[ There's a wobble of hesitation in his communion. He doesn't know how much he should tell Akua about being a Hero. Not her concept of a capital-H "Hero," but Hyrule's. He knows so little about how it works that anything he'd say would tow the line of conjecture. But might it be relevant? ]
...Or, at least I don't think it did. But I admit, I don't know that.
[ john has been busy in the time since they all returned from their ordeal with the Oracle even though he should technically have less work to do now with the Blight sorted out.
in truth, he's had more to work off of since he'd died, and he can't complain when he's happy to be back in his area of expertise.
right now, he's making wards or, more specifically, tweaking them to be more efficient in kenos. it's tedious work because he has essentially rendered months of prior calculations irrelevant since they all take Meridian into account. still, he can cherrypick what's useful and save some time, at least. it's easier to do in sprints.
he won't admit there has been a layer of awkward tension in the air within the Garden because john prefers uncomfortable things to stay buried and forgotten. he assumes it's one strike, and you're out for everyone because it only takes someone to doubt you once before you've lost them. that's what he's always believed; why stop now? ]
[ Akua is very much different than John. Perhaps it is that she has not been god for several millennia, or perhaps it is the fact that she has had to explicitly address and deal with those awkward and uncomfortable things that make one want to shirk away from confrontation. She has looked her killer in the eye, and tempted her, teased her, and kissed her, before she slayed her yet again. It is a thing Akua Sahelian knows of, because she has made the mistakes that are damning, and knows how one can still...cooperate, despite them.
Or perhaps it is because of them.
She is there as well, though she has less focus on the wards, and more on the leftover traces of what the former occupant once left. She could do the wards all well enough -- but John had been so focused on them, and she had thought that interrupting would be... unwelcome.
So she studied, instead, her fingers trailed against the leftover magic tracks, as if she could pull the very nature of their magic from them -- as though she could see the ghost of calculations beneath them. She cannot, but it's like it's nearly there, almost out of her sight.
Though... perhaps... She looked up, and tipped her head at the ward. ]
John, dear, how do are the wards? [ A beat. ]
You need only ask, if you would like an addition of...opposing energy, as it were.
[Those shard-bearers who had come to fight for the Exalt Oracle had all been granted visions of items that they had become inexplicably connected to... but not all of them had pursued them through the tall grass forests and expansive tilled garden hills. Hayame certainly had not taken time from the far more precious task of trying to secure the Objects scattered through their brave new world... at least, not for most things. For one, though...]
Akua.
[Hayame's voice comes quietly through Communion, a sort of knock upon the door.]
Are you available... ?
[The strange spell she'd forced herself to use told her the woman was alone, but. Was she... of the mind for talk?]
[ Communion comes much easier to Akua, who is a person who lives and breathes magic like none other. She knows it, she understands it. It is hers, and thus it is not surprising that someone reaches out to her like this.
It is surprising as to whom. ]
Hayame?
[ Surprise is threaded in her communion, along with that sensation of heat at twilight, where the sun has just started to set, but the baking sands still radiate heat. ]
Yes, I am. I am surprised to hear from you. [ Like this, is implied. ]
[Weeks after the Exalt Oracle had been claimed, in the middle of a perfect, lovely day, one in which it might seem nothing could go wrong at all... Someone is screaming.
With no warning, no build, the equivalent of a sudden desperate, panicked pounding at the door, an attempt at Communion comes slamming into Akua's psyche. There are no words, no plea for help in anything but a jumbled, inarticulate, weak longing for it, but stronger is the vicious shame, the fear, the rage, rage brighter than a blazing sun ready to flare.
There's a scalpel glinting in the light, a pain deep in the skull spreading, spreading, something that should never be touched flayed raw and pulled out, on fire at every ending. An eye, sickly green, dangles between gloved fingers, but then it is a stormy grey eye, dangling by the slick and severed optic nerve between bloody fingers in the rubble of a city under siege as a beast rages in the sky. Akua's lips curve into a smile, her voice rumbles into a comforting, inspiring purr, her fingers tracing over skin and hide without care for which was which. There are sharp teeth smiling sadistically, shadows elongating strangely, slipping inside, filling. Ropes, straps, no matter how much she struggles she can't move, she can't fight, no, no, no, she doesn't want it, she doesn't want it and it doesn't matter, it hurts, it hurts෴
[ It's such a lovely day that Akua had been out in the yard of her pavilion, the home lush with growth from Set's influence and her own hired help. She was not gardening, but basking in it. Her small walin falme tottered about, bringing her drinks, or sitting on a stand looking both intimidating and amusing all in one. It was, after all, the sort of day for basking. Even the devil felt it.
That was, until Akua sat straight up, sharp and immediate. Her eyes danced, back and forth, seeing nothing but what was in her mind. Her hands formed to claws, and gripped the sides of her seat, before she stood straight up, and looked around.
Where —
Where —
No, this was not nearby, this was a reach, an attempt to find her, and her mind searched —
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[ Very much out of the blue, Akua is greeted with the presence of Sebastian in Communion. It’s the cool dark of his endless shadows, but his voice is of course as warm and pleasant as always. ]
Ms. Sahelian— Do pardon me for calling so suddenly. But there is a small matter of business I was hoping to discuss with you.
[ And you can hear the smooth smile in his voice as he continues. ]
[ It's certainly not difficult to guess why Sebastian is reaching out, especially after Hayame's... Everything. The Jinba had both reached out, and lashed out at her, after Sebastian had tortured her, and replaced her eye. Hayame was angry, and normally Akua would expect that she would get over it eventually — there were truly few crimes to stagger a villainess like her — but Hayame was also...
Hayame.
She probably wouldn't get over it. They both knew it. ]
Oh, Sebastian. You're always welcome to call.
[ It's smooth, though in the vastness of communion, there is Knowing.
She can Guess what this is about. ]
Please, do go on. You assume that I have already... heard of what happened?
[ Very suddenly, there’s a sense of Communion touching your character’s mind. However, it’s as if they connect with the mind of a shared Aspect, as they’re not able to block out the brief, but sharp memory that comes to them. ]
It had taken many long hours of study and patience that the Shard-Bearer wouldn’t have believed they had, but as they sit back and look at the letter they’ve written, they laugh as they’re overcome with the simple joy of seeing their own handwriting on the page. To think, they hadn’t known how to read or write when they’d gotten here.
[ ooc note — Just to avoid OOC confusion/misinterpretation, the details included in this memory are random and are not necessarily interconnected or plot meaningful beyond a surface level. However, your character is free to interpret this random memory however they’d like! This event will also be touched on somewhat during today’s NPC Communion Post. ]
[On the first day of the new year by the Kenosian calendar, Hayame seeks out the Praesi sorceress. She has a delivery to make for the god of war in that home, as well, so... she brings both. There is a certain formality to her visit at first, not just the fact she has come dressed in her one formal dress (which Akua may recognize from a certain masquerade), the shorn short remains of her hair styled as best she could. There is ritual to the greetings she is attempting to recreate in this world- the ones she had grown up emulating and learning so that one day she might perform them. A low bow, gratitude expressed for the care in which she has been held the past year...
But eventually she softens from the rigid (though sincere) motions, in order to present what she has brought. Somewhat embarrassed, inexperienced in being in any sort of position to give actual gifts to people, she manages to explain that in her world it is customary to present new clothing on the occasion of the new year, so...
She has brought this- a crimson lace haori that resembles the fashions she is used to from her own world. Close enough, anyway. Akua had been a difficult woman to procure clothing for considering she... wore so little of it, but she thinks this much might still be to her liking. It is not restrictive, and it is see-through, so she could wear whatever she liked beneath and the light jacket over would not obscure it. As she puts it in her hands...
She manages to say that she hopes she likes it. That it would honor her if she were to wear it. And that they will be in each other's care for the next year as well.]
[ Hayame's gift is accepted with gracious thankfulness, and a gentle hand on hers. Akua will give her a promise for the new year, that they will be in each others' care, and that she will continue to support and look out for her in the year to come, as they continue to fight for their futures. 🥺 ]
[Hayame is usually a force within Communion, compensating for the vulnerabilities inherent in that form of communication with blizzards, winds, and cold. Akua has been spared some of that, at times. But this is likely the first time that Hayame comes... quietly. Almost tip-toeing, if she had toes and not hooves. A lingering presence at Akua's door not realizing she is probably noticeable as she hesitates...
[ Akua is, in fact awake. Behind the door of communion, in her heated sands of communion, there's a frantic energy. Like bursts of creative and calculated force b behind her "door". Like Hayame is knocking on the door of a creative savant, but when the mental door opens, Akua is more calm, as if her attention has been pulled away from these sharp, bursts of frantic energy. ]
Yes, Hayayme.
[ She says, half expectantly. She does not ask if the Jinba is alright, for Hayame is not panicking, but there is the warm expectation of invitation. A floor for her to speak at. ]
[Liem’s contact in communion is deliberate, but polite; a firm knock upon a door, and then the patient presence of a silhouette behind frosted glass. When she accepts the connection, his message is equally businesslike.]
Lady Sahelian, I hope this isn’t a bad time. I know you are a busy woman.
[At the very least, he’s aware of her part in Set’s little project.]
I have been given a task from the Heiropoios, could use some assistance. The task involves making certain deliveries, and in particular, it should be done discreetly.
[When the recipients of these deliveries might have unnatural perceptive abilities at their disposal, he doesn’t want to rely on just tossing on a fake moustache and dropping the items off.]
[ Akua always appreciates Liem's businesslike manner, which is obvious in the way the line of communion is opened to him. It's cool, controlled, and it's like being acknowledged into a hall to speak with a noble about an issue. But she listens all the same.
Though, just off to the side of communion, as if behind the curtain, there is the active buzz of creation, as if she is still also working. ]
Deliveries? This seems below our capabilities, do you not think?
Unless this is something a touch more than simple packages.
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Though, the sudden new ability he’s manifested certainly does seem to have some things in common with it.
He knows the best way to really learn new skills is practice—that and having someone knowledgeable to guide the way. So when he found himself accidentally doing more than just the usual exercises the other day while out on the Heliopolis training grounds—with everything on the horizon, he needs to make sure to stay in shape—the first thing that springs to mind is that he should consult someone with a bit more know-how on this sort of thing.
Which is what brings him out to the outskirts of the Alenroux forest on this sunny day. Vander heads to the appointed meeting spot early enough to scout out a suitable enough spot for practicing, and when the familiar figure of Akua approaches, he greets her with a smile.]
Hey there. Appreciate you taking the time to help me out.
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Of course. I'm surprised you reached out, but if anyone can assist...
[ It would be her. She was dressed smartly, in something a bit closer to slacks and a coat, all in red as always, and her hair was braided up and about her head, where it wouldn't get in the way. ]
What sort of... ability did you find yourself stumbling into? It's often fascinating, how these powers manifest in a world like here, or Horos.
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Best way I can describe it is… pulling earth and stone up into the air with a swing of my fist.
[He makes the motion of an uppercut as a demonstration, slow and deliberate and not channeling the fleetingly familiar sensation tied to the actual magic.]
Ruined some of that nice stone out in the Heliopolis training grounds when I discovered it.
[He laughs.]
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a letter sent at the start of emru
[ Also included is Sebastian's address, which is located near the Tomes in Highstorm. Should your character wish to attend (and bring a +1), that log is a mingle style one here! No pressure to tag it if you're busy, but just let me know whether your character attends or not if you can't swing it OOC! ]
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[... What- What sort of greeting is appropriate here? To a "friend", to a... after what had happened this month... ? Hayame realizes she doesn't know, and after a brief moment of panic (and a brief moment of scandalous recollection), she simply jumps immediately into her question and tries to pretend nothing was amiss besides-]
Do you know anything about Set's whereabouts?
[The desert had disappeared from the corner of her mind it had occupied since the dryad and then a vow had bound her to the god of war.]
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[ The confusion in her voice is not about the fact that he is missing, but that she is asking... ]
I'm afraid I don't always keep track of his comings and goings. He can leave for several days at a time, and then reappear just as quickly.
Did something happen?
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Yes.
[... How to describe it.]
We have... a bond. For many moons now, we have.
But yesterday it vanished.
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After a few seconds, his voice appears. ]
Madame Akua. May I have a moment of your time?
I'm interested in learning magic. Or, trying to. They say all Shard-Bearers are capable of it, even if they never knew any type of magic previously. I'm sure it would come in useful in pursuing the Meridian's goals.
I don't know where to begin, however. I thought I might ask you.
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Akua speaks in this, almost like the whisper of a desert wind, her tone amused, welcoming him in. ]
You could not ask for a better teacher, Link. Do you have any experience with magic at all? I assume you know what it is, yes? How present is it in your world?
[ How from the ground does she have to start? ]
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[ For the most part, it isn't even called magic, but more like... abilities. What magic is really about in Hyrule is objects of power. ]
I've dealt with several magical items. The magic had nothing to do with me, though...
[ There's a wobble of hesitation in his communion. He doesn't know how much he should tell Akua about being a Hero. Not her concept of a capital-H "Hero," but Hyrule's. He knows so little about how it works that anything he'd say would tow the line of conjecture. But might it be relevant? ]
...Or, at least I don't think it did. But I admit, I don't know that.
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early warqu;
in truth, he's had more to work off of since he'd died, and he can't complain when he's happy to be back in his area of expertise.
right now, he's making wards or, more specifically, tweaking them to be more efficient in kenos. it's tedious work because he has essentially rendered months of prior calculations irrelevant since they all take Meridian into account. still, he can cherrypick what's useful and save some time, at least. it's easier to do in sprints.
he won't admit there has been a layer of awkward tension in the air within the Garden because john prefers uncomfortable things to stay buried and forgotten. he assumes it's one strike, and you're out for everyone because it only takes someone to doubt you once before you've lost them. that's what he's always believed; why stop now? ]
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Or perhaps it is because of them.
She is there as well, though she has less focus on the wards, and more on the leftover traces of what the former occupant once left. She could do the wards all well enough -- but John had been so focused on them, and she had thought that interrupting would be... unwelcome.
So she studied, instead, her fingers trailed against the leftover magic tracks, as if she could pull the very nature of their magic from them -- as though she could see the ghost of calculations beneath them. She cannot, but it's like it's nearly there, almost out of her sight.
Though... perhaps... She looked up, and tipped her head at the ward. ]
John, dear, how do are the wards? [ A beat. ]
You need only ask, if you would like an addition of...opposing energy, as it were.
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oh my god that random "do" (╬▔皿▔)╯
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EXALT ORACLE FINDS ➳ 貴方のためなら (AKA tags you at the silliest time HAVE FUN AT CON)
Akua.
[Hayame's voice comes quietly through Communion, a sort of knock upon the door.]
Are you available... ?
[The strange spell she'd forced herself to use told her the woman was alone, but. Was she... of the mind for talk?]
TYYYY
It is surprising as to whom. ]
Hayame?
[ Surprise is threaded in her communion, along with that sensation of heat at twilight, where the sun has just started to set, but the baking sands still radiate heat. ]
Yes, I am. I am surprised to hear from you. [ Like this, is implied. ]
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mid-Iqnu (cw: torture, eye things)
With no warning, no build, the equivalent of a sudden desperate, panicked pounding at the door, an attempt at Communion comes slamming into Akua's psyche. There are no words, no plea for help in anything but a jumbled, inarticulate, weak longing for it, but stronger is the vicious shame, the fear, the rage, rage brighter than a blazing sun ready to flare.
There's a scalpel glinting in the light, a pain deep in the skull spreading, spreading, something that should never be touched flayed raw and pulled out, on fire at every ending. An eye, sickly green, dangles between gloved fingers, but then it is a stormy grey eye, dangling by the slick and severed optic nerve between bloody fingers in the rubble of a city under siege as a beast rages in the sky. Akua's lips curve into a smile, her voice rumbles into a comforting, inspiring purr, her fingers tracing over skin and hide without care for which was which. There are sharp teeth smiling sadistically, shadows elongating strangely, slipping inside, filling. Ropes, straps, no matter how much she struggles she can't move, she can't fight, no, no, no, she doesn't want it, she doesn't want it and it doesn't matter, it hurts, it hurts෴
And then there's nothing.]
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That was, until Akua sat straight up, sharp and immediate. Her eyes danced, back and forth, seeing nothing but what was in her mind. Her hands formed to claws, and gripped the sides of her seat, before she stood straight up, and looked around.
Where —
Where —
No, this was not nearby, this was a reach, an attempt to find her, and her mind searched —
searched —
and found no purchase, no place to land.
Silence.
Nothing.
And so she started to search. ]
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[ Very much out of the blue, Akua is greeted with the presence of Sebastian in Communion. It’s the cool dark of his endless shadows, but his voice is of course as warm and pleasant as always. ]
Ms. Sahelian— Do pardon me for calling so suddenly. But there is a small matter of business I was hoping to discuss with you.
[ And you can hear the smooth smile in his voice as he continues. ]
A business matter with payment, of course.
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Hayame.
She probably wouldn't get over it. They both knew it. ]
Oh, Sebastian. You're always welcome to call.
[ It's smooth, though in the vastness of communion, there is Knowing.
She can Guess what this is about. ]
Please, do go on. You assume that I have already... heard of what happened?
[ Maybe not the intimate details, but... ]
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slowly pulls my copies off my bookshelf
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a memory—
It had taken many long hours of study and patience that the Shard-Bearer wouldn’t have believed they had, but as they sit back and look at the letter they’ve written, they laugh as they’re overcome with the simple joy of seeing their own handwriting on the page. To think, they hadn’t known how to read or write when they’d gotten here.
[ ooc note — Just to avoid OOC confusion/misinterpretation, the details included in this memory are random and are not necessarily interconnected or plot meaningful beyond a surface level. However, your character is free to interpret this random memory however they’d like! This event will also be touched on somewhat during today’s NPC Communion Post. ]
new year's delivery
But eventually she softens from the rigid (though sincere) motions, in order to present what she has brought. Somewhat embarrassed, inexperienced in being in any sort of position to give actual gifts to people, she manages to explain that in her world it is customary to present new clothing on the occasion of the new year, so...
She has brought this- a crimson lace haori that resembles the fashions she is used to from her own world. Close enough, anyway. Akua had been a difficult woman to procure clothing for considering she... wore so little of it, but she thinks this much might still be to her liking. It is not restrictive, and it is see-through, so she could wear whatever she liked beneath and the light jacket over would not obscure it. As she puts it in her hands...
She manages to say that she hopes she likes it. That it would honor her if she were to wear it. And that they will be in each other's care for the next year as well.]
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And finally "knocks".]
Akua... ? Are you awake?
[... It is the middle of the night.]
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Yes, Hayayme.
[ She says, half expectantly. She does not ask if the Jinba is alright, for Hayame is not panicking, but there is the warm expectation of invitation. A floor for her to speak at. ]
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Lady Sahelian, I hope this isn’t a bad time. I know you are a busy woman.
[At the very least, he’s aware of her part in Set’s little project.]
I have been given a task from the Heiropoios, could use some assistance. The task involves making certain deliveries, and in particular, it should be done discreetly.
[When the recipients of these deliveries might have unnatural perceptive abilities at their disposal, he doesn’t want to rely on just tossing on a fake moustache and dropping the items off.]
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Though, just off to the side of communion, as if behind the curtain, there is the active buzz of creation, as if she is still also working. ]
Deliveries? This seems below our capabilities, do you not think?
Unless this is something a touch more than simple packages.
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