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Looming poison (Moore)

Started by Anastasia, June 28, 2016, 03:39:34 PM

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Anastasia

Moore returns to Aurora's court. It's empty right now save for two. Lady Skye and Bubbles are sitting and talking, a conversation that stops as you enter. Lady Skye looks to you, "Her Majesty is currently resting."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

He's got mixed emotions about doing this, not wishing to send the wrong message... but there's no way he can simply sit idly by and wait.

"I need to speak to Her Majesty as soon as possible." Moore says, plainly.

Anastasia

Bubbles pauses, a cup of tea in hand. She puts it down and rises, "Ah, urgent court business. I'll not interfere in politics, it isn't my interest." she says, "Another time, Lady Skye. I'll bring those dresses over then."

Lady Skye looks at you evenly, "On what grounds? Her Majesty does not wish to be disturbed lightly."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"If I told you that I could not even tell you, would that suffice, as itself, for a reason, Lady Skye?" Moore asks. He does his best to not sound rude, as he doesn't wish to come off that way in the least.

Anastasia

That'll require a diplo check.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite


Anastasia

Lady Skye gives you a look like you're the worm that came out of the apple, but she turns and goes back into the Queen's private chambers. Ilsenine emerges a few moments later, fluttering to her throne and sitting. "You have urgent news?"
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Yes, Your Majesty." Moore says.

To be clear, is there anyone else there at all?

Anastasia

Just you, Lady Skye and Ilsenine.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Your Majesty, may I have permission to cast some spells in your presence?" Moore asks.

Anastasia

<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

"Then allow me a moment, Your Majesty." Moore says.

He's going to cast Sending. Message is as follows: "Please forgive the rudeness of this question. Do you trust Lady Skye completely, implicitly and 100% with your life?"

Anastasia

Sending also has a 10 minute casting time, y'know.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite


Anastasia

Ilsenine takes 10 on Spellcraft.

Ilsenine watches quietly and intently, and when the sending is sent, she speaks aloud. "Yes, I trust Lady Skye with my life."
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?