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[In the midst of the division office in a state of controlled chaos - half the furniture has been stripped out, papers belonging to the office which had once lived in particular chests or bookshelves them stacked in rough approximations of where they'd once belonged, and a scant handful of pirate flavored miscellany (a sea chest, a pair of matching sail canvas pillow embroidered with delicate blue flowers and yellow knots) failing to fully fill the vacated space -, Flint asks her:]
Do you mean to keep your position, or was its only interest to you the ability to keep an eye on Coupe?
[Vice versa? He still can't quite make the math on how Luwenna Coupe picks the likes of Nell Voss as her aide work. It demands giving the woman a little more credit than he's prepared to.]
Do you mean to keep your position, or was its only interest to you the ability to keep an eye on Coupe?
[Vice versa? He still can't quite make the math on how Luwenna Coupe picks the likes of Nell Voss as her aide work. It demands giving the woman a little more credit than he's prepared to.]
[ Nell seems surprised by the question, as if she hadn't considered the possibility of keeping the position. Her head tilts. ]
I had the means to press her at the time, so I did. It was good for her to know I was there reading over her shoulder. And she liked feeling like she had her eye on me in return.
[ It's hard to say Coupe didn't get the better of that arrangement; Nell's objections to her personally have certainly softened, and how much has she really accomplished--or even tried?--with this role taking up her time? ]
I'm not really suited for it. Paperwork is not at all what I'm trained for or a good use of my skills. But you should choose another mage as my replacement or else you can expect unrest among the forces, especially since Amsel's stepped down.
I had the means to press her at the time, so I did. It was good for her to know I was there reading over her shoulder. And she liked feeling like she had her eye on me in return.
[ It's hard to say Coupe didn't get the better of that arrangement; Nell's objections to her personally have certainly softened, and how much has she really accomplished--or even tried?--with this role taking up her time? ]
I'm not really suited for it. Paperwork is not at all what I'm trained for or a good use of my skills. But you should choose another mage as my replacement or else you can expect unrest among the forces, especially since Amsel's stepped down.
Depends what we consider winning. Kostos would get the last word, but Isaac might get the best one. Why do you ask?
How many dreadful tattoos have you seen this week?
Fewer than I would have guessed, if I'm honest.
Careful, I might have to swoon. [ Jokes, obviously. ] What is it?
Edited 2020-08-16 15:52 (UTC)
[Appearing in her post box (if hers was fortunate enough to escape being destroyed by the abomination), or with other mail destined for her, or simply slipped under the door of whatever room Nell might be call her own, is a cream colored envelope with a simple pale pink seal. The paper inside is rather fine, and the handwriting exceptional. It reads—]
Enchanter Voss,
I am writing to extend my unalloyed best wishes for the fall season to you and yours, and to cordially issue an invitation to join myself and a few other select members of Riftwatch for an evening of dinner, dancing, and entertainment at the close of Kingsway.
This event has been arranged as a means to raise funds for the benefit of Riftwatch. Though a member of the Research Division and acting Assistant to the Seneschal, I have organized this benefit purely independently in the hopes of soliciting the good will of individuals who may, for whatever reason, typically not feel disposed to offer contributions to the organization. Nonetheless, I would be most grateful for your participation and engagement in this endeavor; indeed, your presence is vital to the evening's success.
If you are bold enough to accept this invitation, you will be rewarded handsomely with an excellent meal and very fine company shared in the setting of one of Kirkwall's finest estates, and will be required to perform no work more taxing than pleasant conversation (to whatever degree you find most appealing).
Please respond at your earliest convenience. Festivities will begin promptly at sundown on the selected date. All guests are encouraged to dress to their best advantage.
With Thanks,
Miss Wysteria A. Poppell
Research Division
Assistant to the Seneschal
Project Felandaris
Edited 2020-09-03 04:52 (UTC)
[ On some day before company arrives in the Silent Plains, Kostos arrives at the edge of the empty, scrubby field alongside the mages' camp. While the whole company is stalled here in the desert, and while the mages are sectioned off apart from the others for fear of a fifth or seventh horror erupting from a tent in the middle of the night, they've taken to teaching spotty teenagers how to control fire and otherwise practicing the more destructive aspects of their art.
At the moment one of the older mages is leading two others in flinging stone across the field. Maybe Nell is only there to watch and/or heckle, or maybe she's taking a break—but she's there, I decree it, and Kostos comes to stand alongside her with a wisp hovering at his shoulder. ]
They're bringing in Riftwatch.
[ Hot off the presses. ]
At the moment one of the older mages is leading two others in flinging stone across the field. Maybe Nell is only there to watch and/or heckle, or maybe she's taking a break—but she's there, I decree it, and Kostos comes to stand alongside her with a wisp hovering at his shoulder. ]
They're bringing in Riftwatch.
[ Hot off the presses. ]
[ Nell squints up at him from beneath the shade of a hand. ]
For what? Anybody we know?
For what? Anybody we know?
My assigned room is full of teenaged girls.
[ This is an exaggeration. Some of them are in their twenties. ]
[ This is an exaggeration. Some of them are in their twenties. ]
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