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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 20, 2009 12:45:18 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) "Before we go any further..." the Deva interrupts, stirring from his place on the wall, "could you perhaps tell us a little about the Spirits, Madam? It may lay some of my associates fears to rest, and prove beneficial to this conversation. It should be enlightening at the very least."
Having said his piece, 'Roland' leans back against the wall, waiting.
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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 20, 2009 14:11:10 GMT -8
The Firstborn of the Gods
Liania cleans her quill before slipping it behind her ear, looking to Roland. "I am sure that you will learn about the Spirits of Lost Tomes soon enough." She hands the paper to Carmella. "I agree to your terms. Just know that, if I only get one favor, I will be less... accomodating... as to what favor I ask. When favors are more scarce, they must be used more effectively." She rises to her feet, speaking to the group but looking at Carmella. "You are quite an... intriguing... trio. I look forward to seeing you again."
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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2009 14:14:15 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
Carmella takes the application, and quietly slips it inside her purse. She goes into a deep bow, smiling coyly when she straightens again. "Thank you, sweet lady. I am in your debt. And I am sure my employers appreciate this as well."
A moment later, she sweeps from the room and heading down the stairs. She waits for her comrades at the end of the staircase, a satisfied smile on her face.
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 20, 2009 14:26:14 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) Bowing his head, the Deva leaves the room, taking his staff from the wall. Keeping his face neutral, he heads down the stairs, passing Carmela and heading towards a table, before sitting down.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 18:22:21 GMT -8
The Wanderer
'Desmond' nods to the Sylan ever so slightly before turning and following on Carmella's heels.
"Assuming we can ask these spirits however many questions we like," He says to his companions upon exiting the Firstborn's room, "We can thoroughly educate ourselves as to their nature once we meet them."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 20, 2009 18:28:56 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) "Knowledge after the fact is rarely as useful as knowledge before." the Deva replies, a frown spreading across his face.
"I'm more worried about how quickly she acquiesced to your term. I have a feeling that the three favors would be a much easier thing to deal with."
Glancing up the stairs towards her room, the Deva's brow furrows, obviously pondering something.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 18:36:28 GMT -8
The Wanderer
"But its a favor only one of us will have to deal with," 'Desmond' replies, "Our mission will not be terribly set back by that. . . whereas all three of us being comandeered could halt our progress completely."
He pauses once he reaches the common room of the Platypus, cream eyes briefly locked in distant consideration, "Of course, if the spirits put us on the right path a brief break to do the Sylan's dirty work will be a small price."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 20, 2009 18:39:27 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) "You also realize that by getting in her good favor could lead us directly to another...meeting. This one in which we have a definite bargaining point. Doing the three favors regardless might actually work to our favor."
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 18:47:02 GMT -8
The Wanderer
"I hadn't thought of it quite like that. . ." The Deva muses, "You suppose she's that well connected?"
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 20, 2009 18:50:35 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) A huge smile spreads across his face briefly, before vanishing so quickly it was almost like it was never there.
"There are how many of their kind left? If anyone can get us an audience with him, it would be one of his first borns" the deva whispers to his comrade.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 18:54:58 GMT -8
The Wanderer
"I don't know. . ." The armored Deva says hesitantly, "Its a rare thing to be on speaking terms with a god. Not the sort of thing I'd want to count on."
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Post by Shiningwolf on Apr 20, 2009 19:00:11 GMT -8
The Unlucky (diplomat) "I'm not talking about speaking terms. Just that if anyone would know how to get in contact with him, and for whom he would be willing to listen to, can you think of a better option?" 'Roland' replies, once again glancing back towards the room.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2009 19:13:18 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
Carmella stays quiet as the two Devas talk amongst themselves. Her face showed none of the emotions that she was feeling, because if it did, they would easily see that she was quite irritated. ((Bluff +15 to hide her emotions.))
She moved to a barstool, and quietly sat, making it obvious she was not listening in to the two Devas' converstation. She fingered the application quietly, wondering why they had thought it necessary to step in to her converstation with Liana. Carmella had thought she had it perfect under control. And she did indeed get what she had set out to get.
She wondered momentarily why those two seemed to question her now? Had she not just helped them take the first step? They should take the First's knowledge of these Spirits as proof of Carmella's claim that they exsist.
Carmella flagged the bartender, and ordered a simple glass of water. She was feeling quite parched.
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Post by Nephallim on Apr 20, 2009 19:24:44 GMT -8
The Wanderer
"Perhaps we should try and catch the notice of the gods ourselves, brother," 'Desmond' mutters, "Rather than harass their servants into getting us an audience."
The Deva sighs and approaches the bar, taking a seat by the songstress, oblivious to her irritation.
"Well, I think that went well," He says, warm smile written on his cream visage, "Between you and I, I thought we would have to blackmail her." He winks as he whispers, his demeanor warm, friendly, and more open then you'd think for a servant of Vecna.
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Post by Myridd on Apr 20, 2009 19:29:33 GMT -8
The Pale Songstress
Carmella smiles slightly than takes a deep gulp of water before whispering. "She just needed to be entertained. Living so long, one must get bored. Verbal communication may be one of the only ways she has left to be amused."
She glances over at Desmond, her red eyes meeting his. "And I have yet to lose a verbal joust."
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