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 Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2010 3:14 pm
xxxxxxxxxxWho: Sage, Sloane, Theodore, Ring
xxxxxxxxxxWhere: The capital of Shyregoed, Colwe
xxxxxxxxxxWhen: Morn', roughly 8AM
xxxxxxxxxxWhy: A travel to Helios for a political meeting; chance meeting of two Grimms
xxxxxxxxxxWeather: Surprisingly clear and crisp after a storm a few days ago
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The rocking motion of the carriage was nearly putting her to sleep, amber eyes occasionally being hidden by drooping eyelids that closed, fluttered open for a few moments, and then began drooping once more. Her intricate black hood was pulled down so it shadowed her face, blocking any light from outside above her nose. Her pale face was set into a perpetual pout of displeasure at the rocking. Occasionally a rock would be hit, and the cart would bounce, causing the horses to grunt and snort, disgruntled.
Her companion was far less perturbed at the whole scenario, gazing out one of the windows and watching the trees pass by ever so quickly. Here and there, animals were seen, either climbing the trees or accidentally knocking snow down from their evergreen leaves. As he finished staring, an armor clad hand closed and locked the wooden window, blocking out the light even more. The only illumination without the windows in the dark cart now was a hanging oil lamp, closed tightly above their heads. It wiggled and waggled all around with every slight rock of the contraption and the red haired Plague could not help but stare at it for a good long while, either.
It was often a mystery to the Lady Estratus how her Plague companion and sworn protector could stare at common items he had seen for years as if they were brand new to him. Perhaps one thing she would never understand about Plagues; no matter how human they looked, they were not and could not be human.
Adjusting her cloak, Sage sat up from her slouched position. Riding around like this really was tiring but it was necessary when one has business, especially political business. A meeting was conducted with between the Council, Fellowship and the Doctor and word had spread; the Emperor of Helios requested a meeting with the Mage Adviser as the convening between the three had been conducted within Shyregoed at the behest of the Fellowship. It was only fair, Sage supposed; it wasn't as though they were completely going behind their back and the Mages nor Sciences were against anyone particular Faction barring Obscuvos; the common enemy.
Her thoughts on the matter were interrupted as the carriage rolled to a stop. Sloane opened one of the window hatches to peek out, intelligently observing "We've stopped at a cathedral," before closing the hatch once more. He turned to her, and then to the door as he felt a weight lift off.
Their driver had hopped off the side and pulled the door open, removing his hood and bowing to them, "My Lady, Sir Sloane, forgive me but it is a very long drive. May we stop here for a rest and some food before continuing on?"
Sage sat still, pretending to be asleep as her face was still only half visible. After several seconds, the man stuttered and began to pipe up again but she interrupted; "I would like nothing better." She stood, not taking Sloane's offered hand nor the driver's as she stepped out of the carriage, her thick and high snow boots dipping into the deep white. Walking around in front of the horses, she drew her hood back, its pointed top providing some cover from the blinding white sky reflecting off of the already harshly white ground. The cathedral was quite formidable in size, and clearly a religious place. Really, it made it all the better; surely they would take in wayward travelers. It would be better if they didn't know who she was, but there was no hiding the regalia of her vehicle, nor the fact that she had a personal knight--a Plague at that--with her ghostly monochromatic attire. She only hoped the people here knew anything of the Mage customs, and surely they would with their living in the central continent of magic, but there was always a chance they did not know what her clothing color meant, as her driver often seemed to forget.
Sloane hopped out after her, but Lady Estratus had already begun walking ahead toward the entrance. The driver hurriedly crawled back atop the carriage and began directing it towards the back end where a holding stable might be present for the horses so they wouldn't freeze to death. His eyes lit up and his grin grew wide as he realized just how large the place was, comprised of stone and stained glass. Something else was on the air, as well, something familiar, sweet and all too rotten. "Wonderful."
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 9:34 pm
As soon as the elaborate carriage had pulled up just shy of the small cathedral, the altar boys were in a tizzy over who it could be. The children raced towards the front doors to peek out at the street, only to be ushered back by the older assistants and priests with a warning to behave. The boys whimpered and nodded as memories of extra verses to remember or chores danced in their heads, but still their curiosity nipped at them. A carriage like this didn't pull up to their church every day, after all.
Theo stood among the group, masking his own curiosity by chiding the small boys and urging them back to their duties. This was good timing on his part as the doors of the carriage opened and a cloaked figure, accompanied by a shining figure in silver armor, ascended the steps while the driver directed the vehicle towards the back of the cathedral. Somebody should tell the Bishop, but first of all these "guests" needed to be looked after. With the head priest never leaving the Bishop's side these days (what with the figure's rapidly declining health), Theo seemed to be the best candidate for this duty (in his mind, at least).
He fingered the ring in his pocket. Anything that would improve his already stellar record of service and urge ordainment, he would be willing to do.
"Go alert my lord Bishop that we have important guests," he told another assistant, who nodded hurriedly and hustled off towards the separate offices in the east wing. Meanwhile, the assistant priest dispatched the others to their stations, having some remain on hand to fit the needs of the guests. There were a few murmured complaints but a sharp comment reminded them of just who the Bishop's favorite was, and that quieted anything further. The doors were opened, and Theo strode forward and offered a warm expression.
"Welcome, my lady, sir knight," he said, and opened his hands in a gesture to match the greeting. "Please, come inside."
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 9:58 pm
Sloane's swirled eyes leaped to the window as the children gathered around it, gawking, and a wide, devilish smile curved across his lips, flashing his intimidating pearly whites. It faltered slightly when they were ushered away, but did not disappear completely, as he was still reveling in the scenery. This would be his first cathedral to visit, in particular one filled with religious patrons. In his eight years of existing, Sloane had lived in two very different but very large castles, though only traveled so far. If things were even this different just further down Shyregoed, he had to make a point of exploring other places as well.
On the other hand, Sage was as blank as ever, not carrying a smile nor a frown as she stepped up to the front door, which opened to reveal a man--one of the priests?--who greeted them. "Many thanks," the Lady offered, stepping past Theo, the red headed knight following behind but offering a quiet "Hello," while flashing a toothy grin to the man so fast it could likely have been thought a trick of the light.
Once they were inside and the door was closed, Sage lowered her hood and shook some of her hair free. Finally, as she gave the place a once over, a very faint smile appeared, which made Sloane's own grow. It was now that the air wasn't tainted with the nullifying scent of snow that he noticed something... familiar. It was a scent he hadn't encountered in several long weeks, one he missed and that intrigued him so, but from where? Sniffing the air lightly, he began exploring, wandering the room to try and get a good idea of where it was originating.
Sage, on the other hand, turned to Theo and nodded to him, "We will not be intruding for long. It is a long journey to Helios from the North, my companions and I are simply requesting food and rest from the cold, perhaps some feed for the horses." She did not bother to introduce herself as the Lady Estratus, Adviser to the Fellowship. What would it matter? Perhaps they would begin answering her beck and call, but that held no interest for her and with such simple needs to fill, they really would just be in and out. However, if someone happened to know her identity, she would not tell them wrong, and so she would let this play itself out.
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Posted: Mon May 10, 2010 10:43 pm
The woman's quiet dignity told Theo enough about her for the time being. He knew he had to treat her respectfully; this was a lady who was used to giving orders. In all truth, he found himself feeling a bit of respect for her heading straight to the point and not prettying up her request with any kind of hoity toity talk, as he had heard so many rich parishioners do. He liked that. The knight, as well, served as a good indication. Obviously someone important, if they needed a body guard. The flash of a smile that crossed the man's face surprised him momentarily, but a blink wiped the smile away as though it had never been there in the first place. What an odd grin..
"Of course, my lady." He nodded and inclined his head in a slight bow. He turned to one of the younger wards of the church, a boy just entering into assistant training, and whispered his orders quickly. "Fetch our guests something from the kitchens. Have it brought to the classroom. Also alert the stable to care for the horses." The boy nodded, letting his eyes wander to the woman and her protector before hustling between the pews and through a door on the east wall. As he exited, the assistant priest sent off to fetch the Bishop returned and moved quickly towards Theo.
"Our lord Bishop is indisposed at the moment. The high priest is with him for now and instructs that the guests are left in your hands." He bowed and made his way towards the back rooms. In my hands, my lord? Theo smiled. It seems they expected a lot of him today. Well, he would certainly deliver.
"If you two will follow me, I will take you to the classroom. There is a fire there to warm yourselves up and more comfortable seating arrangements than pews." He motioned towards the east wing door and started down the aisle. The others who still remained in the main hall dispersed towards their own duties, knowing that Theo would not like to be interrupted. "My lord Bishop will not be able to tend to you this morning, but I will see to your needs. Will you need any additional provisions for your trip? The church would be happy to provide."
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 4:52 pm
Whirling, faint and yet pungent, where was it coming from? It seemed the further into the pews Sloane explored, the less he could smell the sickly sweet aroma, and so he began to back track, only half hearing the words that the man who would be tending to them spoke. Bits and pieces slipped into his ears and stayed there, the rest traveling right out the other; Something from the kitchens. Classroom. Follow me. The last one caused Sloane's head to lift, his expression that of a confused child told to stop what they were doing, not taking his swirled eyes off of this religious man.
Him.
He was the source. The only reason he hadn't smelled it when first passing by was due to the snow outside, the cold winds chilling his senses, but now that he was warm and fresh again, it was so clear and obvious. This man smelled of death.
"We will pay," the Lady said in reply to Theo, beginning to follow him while offering only a second long glance to Sloane before continuing, "I believe we will be fine with just those necessities, however." She swung her head slightly, getting a long black piece of hair out of her pale face. Unlike Sloane, she could not smell the certain death that hung on items--he was far more attuned to it than she--but there was definitely something different about the main compared to the others within the structure and it wasn't just that he seemed to be thin in those clothes of his. The center of her forehead tingled and she narrowed her eyes, keeping a close watch on the back of his head. They were nearly the same height. "I am glad to know there is a stop such as this in a convenient route. Perhaps I will stop here more often..."
At this, Sloane's head picked up again and his pace quickened until he and Sage were side by side. He looked down at her, but she did not avert her gaze from Theo in front of her, which made Sloane frown but he, too, began looking at Theo. This man, this clergy--was he a priest?--had come into possession of a plagued item, but what? The curiosity was eating him from the inside, but he needed to show restraint and tact; if he were to just rush up and act a fool, beginning to intimidate the man as he had intentionally tried to do with his Lady's new assistant, then things would likely end badly for them all and Sage herself would end their journey with a good yell at him.
And so, he waited until it was just the three of them in the classroom as they turned a corner to arrive, stepping closer to the man but careful not to invade his personal space. All the same, now that they were in such proximity, it would be easy to see the details about Sloane that were distinctly inhuman, if he hadn't noticed them before. "Pardon, sir," he began, offering the slightest incline of his head while his expression was not its normal jovial state, but more tense. Clearly, he was slightly uncomfortable now that he was inside, partially due to the fact that there had been no introductions. Did Sage intend for their identity to be kept secret? "But I must tell you that I... am noticing something within these walls." Perhaps it was best to touch on the subject lightly, pretend as though he wasn't absolutely certain it had something to do with this man. "Is anyone stricken? I smell decay, very faintly." The last part was a lie. In this current distance from Theo, his nostrils were burning with the sweet scent and it was making his heart pump against his chest.
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Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 5:48 pm
The lady's words about the church's hospitality and the possibility of stopping by again warmed Theo once again. See what he could do just by knowing how to talk to people! A good reputation was worth more than anything, especially with the state of certain other.. religious institutions in the neighboring countries. Needless to say, Theo felt quite proud of himself.
He opened the door to the classroom and admitted them inside. The fire was happily blazing, the soft light falling on the cushioned chairs that had been brought in for the recent meeting that the Bishop had called (in his old age, having confused the classroom for his own office and the high priest being so much of a brown-noser that he had complied to the old man's wishes). The young boy had done his job well and two bowls of steaming soup were placed on a desk awaiting consumption by the guests. But once inside himself and the door shut quietly as he pressed his body against it, he was surprised the sudden weight of the knight's stare, and his words.
"You may call me Theo if you wish." He nodded to the knight's somewhat awkward greeting to mask his own uneasiness. For some reason, he felt a stab of anxiety, and his hands fished into the pockets of his robe nervously. "No. None that I am aware of, at least." He paused in thought for a moment, then remembered the mission granted to him just a short while before. The Deacon's death by plague was something that was commonly known in these parts. If anything, the smell probably still lingered on Theo's clothing from his descent into the crematory building. "We have had a member of our clergy recently expire from the plague, but he was not housed here. You may be smelling it from me, as I was charged to pick up his personal effects." His fingers clamped around the cold metal, already known to his touch after spending many a passed night close at hand. He didn't know why he didn't just sell the damned thing, seeing as there had been no mention of his ordainment or the ring in question by the Bishop. Any mention of such prompted a wave of the hand and a short dismissal.
He could mention the ring but the sudden interest by these strangers made him feel a little suspicious. Still, if the church was going to pass off his ordainment like that, might as well see what these two had to offer. He had made no promises to his superiors that he wouldn't go showing it off. One good turn deserved another, he thought with a bitter smile.
"I do have an effect of his on my person, if that might be what you are smelling." The hand emerged from Theo's pocket, with the marred band resting center palm for the two to see. "Although if it is carrying traces of the plague, then perhaps I should have taken more care in handling it."
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Posted: Fri Jun 11, 2010 11:37 am
Paying no mind to her knight as he greeted the priest, Lady Estratus made her way to one of the desks and cushioned chairs, removing her cloak and draping it over the backside of the chair before setting herself down.
The cloak now gone, her attire was quite unfeminine; pin stripped slacks, polished black shoes with spats, a long sleeved button downed shirt with a black vest, no hint of color to her wardrobe at all. Sweeping her long hair over one shoulder with a controlled hand, she leaned in with closed eyes to smell at the soup and let out a contented sigh before drawing back, the small onyx jewel hanging between her eyes from an ornate silver chain resting back flatly against her pale complexion. In fact, the only color present on the woman at all was in her eyes, an intense amber but almost hidden by half-lidded eyes.
"Theo," Sloane repeated, without the prefix of "dear" or "young", as given when addressing women or younger folk informally, giving a nod afterward to show he would do so from now on. The Plague listened to the man's words, nodding along and opening or closing his mouth at various points of interest to him, his eyes and brow set in a constant state of interest while his mouth held a slight frown of confusion. When he mentioned that it may have just been from his clothes, Sloane seemed to wilt. Is that all? Before he could turn away and get to his soup, however, the priest continued and Sloane's eyes lit up.
There, in the center of his hand, was a delicate golden band, a wedding ring perhaps or just a relatively plain one, but all about it was the scent of death. No, the ring was not just carrying traces of the plague, it was far more than Theo could have possibly surmised. The more he looked at the item, the larger his smile grew until his sharp teeth were shown fully--there was no mistaking them now, they were not human. "No, no, Theo..." Sloane breathed, taking a step closer, his eyes not moving from the ring, "It is not carrying the plague. It is the plague."
At this, the sound of a spoon being set upon wood was heard and Lady Estratus leaned back in the chair, her eyes closed but cast skyward. "Leave him be, Sloane," she murmured, to which the tall knight took a few steps back and bowed to the man before going to his own cushioned chair and bowl of soup. Leveling her gaze, she spoke again, eyes locked with Theo's, "The utmost care should be taken of it from hereon. He has never been wrong of items carrying the plague, it is... something of a sixth sense for him. No one else must come into contact with it, for it is very possible to spread." Her mind wandered slightly, as she watched Theo's reaction, his body language; would a Priest be a proper Grimm? Would they not do what they did for everything else and consider the unknown terrible, frightful, and in need of destruction?
She glanced to Sloane, who was lapping up his soup with such a wide grin. Whether Theo would make a good Grimm or not, he was one, and it was something they were going to have to deal with. Perhaps... an invitation was in order.
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Posted: Mon Jun 21, 2010 7:53 pm
Theo's eyes watched Sloane with apprehension as the knight's attention was drawn to the ring in his hand, and then... he had to stop the shudder. His grin. The wide, creeping grin, mouth full of sharpened teeth. The eyes that he had not gotten a look at this close finally stood out on the redhead's face.
Not human.
"What are you implying? This.." The priest glanced from Sloane to Sage, before his gaze came to rest briefly on the ring in his palm. He straightened himself as the knight went over to enjoy the bowl that awaited him. "This is one of the Plagues then.. is it?" The words were quiet as he tried to sort his thoughts out. One of the Plagues, and here he was, carrying it around in his pocket like some common trinket. Of course he had heard of them, it was hard to ignore the news that came in from the gossiping, fearful townsfolk and travelers. Cults, sects, other groups coveted and feared these Plagues. Tearing each other apart, tearing innocents apart.
And one had fallen into his possession. A plagued ring and a priest: an odd combination indeed.
This had to explain why the Bishop was acting so oddly towards him. The man had been around long enough, and was certainly no fool (when he was in a proper state of mind, that is); Theo had a feeling that in his travels he had probably seen a few others like Sloane. He may have seen where they started out, just as his ring had.. and that was what probably what delayed his ordainment so. Did they know that he now knew? It wasn't likely.
"Duly noted." Theo nodded at Sage's warning, curling his fingers around the ring and meeting her eyes with all seriousness. It wouldn't pay to dilly dally around the subject now. She knew more of these than he likely did. "I do wonder how the Deacon came across such an object though." The last part came out quietly as though he were musing to himself, but as his fingers opened again and he tested the weight of the ring in his palm, he had to wonder. "Regardless of he had obtained it, I will make sure to keep it safe."
Of course he would. If need be, it would be his bargaining chip. But this thought Theo kept to himself, tucked far away in the reaches of his heart. Just in case things went awry.
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 3:26 pm
As with any other of the tainted objects he had encountered thus far, Sloane was almost disgustingly curious. How would it look? How would it grow? Where did it come from and would Theo take good care of it? No gender could be determined yet. Unfortunately, it looked like a common, gender neutral wedding band and it was too soon for a scent towards either end of the spectrum to be picked up.
Male or female... His soup eating paused as he stared down at the floor, not looking at anything particular while lost in thought. That gnashing, toothy grin of his grew full. Whatever happened, this would be an interesting Plague in an interesting situation and something about Theo made Sloane have only the smallest doubts as to his worthiness. It may have been the fact he was a man of the cloth, or rather just that he was a man, but there was also something that gave the sword Plague hope about this Grimm, something he couldn't put his finger on just yet.
The Lady watched him with a gaze that noted boredom; her chin resting against her fingers as her hand made a slight fist, arm propped up on the desk. As Theo spoke, sometimes more to himself than either of them, she remained silent but had thoughts of her own. Theo seemed... unhappy to her. Not in that typical depressed, frightened and sad with the state of the world sort of unhappy, but about his current placement and position in the world. Sighing slightly, she leaned back into the chair and rested her head back, closing her eyes.
"Good, then," she muttered in response to his will to keep the ring safe. Resting her hands in her lap with a crossed leg at the knee, she continued, "Though the 'how' may be superfluous knowledge, it's generally quite simple: the infection spreads as normal, from person to person, animal to animal, and so on. However, in some cases, the Death does taint certain objects..." The Lady's head lifted slightly, her gaze leading to Sloane and beckoning Theo to do the same. "My knight was once a sword, you see.."
Without missing a beat, Sloane kept his gaze on his soup as now he seemed to have calmed himself, looking quite normal, and lifted his hand to give a wave. In that time, the claws of his gauntlet extended and retracted to lengths impossible for any contraption to do; it was as though the metal was literally making more of itself to compensate for the length, and then destroying itself just after.
Clearly, not human.
"My suggestion, Theo," adjusting herself once more, Lady Estratus clasped her hands together and rested them on the table, her head lowered, "Is if things do not work out for you, that you make a decision. We--that is, the Fellowship--are always in need of new members. In particular, we are looking for Grimms, such as yourself--those who own Plagues." From here she paused, locking eyes with the priest before her to judge his reaction, small onyx stone dangling atop her head waving from the motion.
Another glance to Sloane, who seemed to have finished his soup and was now watching the both of them, arms crossed and one leg atop the other at the ankle. "There are others out there who would vie for your kinmanship. I do not assume that you will, of course, but I would be a fool not to make the offer known. Our base is here in the snows. Should you feel... inclined," she took care to choose that word carefully and, despite herself, not put any immediate pressure on the priest, "We could surely find a space for you and your ring."
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Posted: Mon Jun 28, 2010 4:25 pm
Theo listened carefully to the Lady's words and nodded to the answers she gave him, turning them over in his mind as he gently did the same with the ring in his hand. The intensity that the knight had watched the ring with was unnerving to the man, and against better judgment he jumped as the Plague in question waved when spoken about and the armor extended and retracted on his arm. But then Sage had mentioned something else.
Vie. They would vie over me?
With those words, the gears in Theo's head began to turn. He had never been coveted by anyone, and most turns in his life had been brought about by his own hard work or by chance. Ordainment was something he was anticipating: that meant that he would never have to worry about being tossed out into the streets, that he would have power over his own circumstances, and by extension the lives of others, and for once he could take it easy. But to get an offer from the Fellowship of Mages, and to know that there would be others who would want him..
Quite frankly, he was feeling very important at the moment.
But no decision should be made rashly. As with all things in his life, this needed some careful deliberation. He would be foolish to accept or reject the offer straightaway.
"I thank you for the offer, my Lady." He inclined his head politely and curled his fingers around the ring, returning it to his pocket but taking care to be gentle about it. After all, it was soon to be a living creature (he assumed "living" applied to them, anyway). "I will definitely consider your offer, should things not work out here. It is a personal belief of mine not to make a decision in haste." He still clutched the ring in his pocket, but felt a little relieved that it was out of sight of the other Plague, who had stared so intensely at the object when it was out.
He had to keep the ring safe. It seemed that both of their futures were now hanging on this responsibility. The Fellowship, this church, and unnamed others would be seeking out his alliance. And to think, none of this probably would have happened if he had not been stricken by that blasted illness. It was a testament to hard workers getting their just rewards, but he wasn't going to get lax just yet.
"So the ring will be like him?" Theo's gaze flicked from Sage to Sloane, and he finally extricated his hand from his pocket and rested the other atop it. It still felt warm from handling the ring. "Eventually taking human shape and having abilities like--" He couldn't find words to describe accurately what he had just seen the knight do and instead gestured politely to the Plague in question. "I am assuming that it varies, though." Just how many Plagues were there? Now that he was thinking about it, Theo found it hard not to keep more questions from cropping up and out of his mouth.
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Posted: Wed Jul 21, 2010 4:17 pm
That was a fine answer, and one she expected of the man. He seemed intelligent and, more than that, he was a man of the cloth so of course his allegiances would lie with the church, first and foremost. This was not a loss, but a draw for the mean time and Sage nodded, leaning back in the chair and giving the ceiling a good stare as the man continued.
He seemed to be enthralled with the trinket, now that he knew what it was, but it made her wonder why he had kept the ring so close for all this time if he had no idea of its situation. Still, she didn't have much time to ponder these things herself as some questions came and she returned to full attention. Her gaze followed Theo's when he glanced to Sloane, who now was busying himself with flapping his armor's loincloth; nothing could be seen underneath, thankfully, just an armored codpiece and chain mail leggings. He didn't look up when he was mentioned, probably bored with the area and the conversation, not that it mattered.
"Yes," she answered simply at first, attempting to choose her words carefully. Her eyes lingered on Sloane, narrowing slightly, "You can never quite predict the outcome, but there are some constants... For instance, your ring will obviously either be male or female, and it will have three possibilities open to it." Turning back to Theo, she raised a hand with a single finger up, "Either it will spread the plague," two fingers, "It will have great magical potential," three fingers and she paused for effect, cocking an eyebrow, "Or it may cure the plague." She paused, watching Theo's reaction to this revelation carefully, and Sloane's own swirled eyes raised to watch but he did not cease playing with his cloth.
After some moments, she continued, "Before your ring reaches a form similar to his, however, there is something else. Something smaller, and weak, but sentient. No bigger than your palm, but it will walk and talk. Best to prepare for that, it does take some time between then and this," she waved her hand towards Sloane without looking at him, "But it takes decidedly very little time between now and then. It will happen soon."
"Very soon," Sloane backed up after giving the air another quick whiff.
Turning to look out one of the windows, Sage let out a slightly agitated noise before standing up and fixing her hood. "Unfortunately, if we do not get going, we'll be late. My thanks for your hospitality, I will mention it to your superiors." With that, Sloane stacked his bowl of soup into her own, which was surprisingly empty for how little she seemed to have actually touched it. Stepping close to Theo, she looked at the ring, and then at him in the eye, "If you have any more questions about it, you're welcome to send a message. Birds are preferred. Thank you, again, Theo." and she walked past him, out of the door.
Sloane wasn't far behind, but he did linger in the same spot she did beside Theo, his eyes sticking to the ring instead, that wide and sharp grin returning with full force. The ring may have been owned by a man, but "It smells like a woman..." then he looked up, "Careful with it," and out he went. Perhaps there was still time to catch them before they made it out the front doors.
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