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| | ==Mercutio Hastus' Introduction== | | ==Mercutio Hastus' Introduction== |
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| − | Tylorva: It's been a normal kind of day-cycle down in the underhives. It's dark, it's grim, you've stumbled across multiple corpses and have shot a couple of mutants. Corpse starch stew for dinner. Suddenly, one of the gang members - a young kid named Rafe comes hurrying in. "There's a bust coming!" he says, pretty much out of breath. "And it's a bad one!"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: Hastus straightens up, all attention. "How do you know? Are those Enforcers? Looking for something specific?"
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| − | Tylorva: "Not enforcers..." he says, shuddering. "I... don't know what they are. Want to come see?"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: Mercution frowns, looking unsure for the moment. "Lead." he finally utters, making sure all the 'ware on him and loaded.
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| − | Tylorva: Rafe leads you into the warrenous tunnels of the underhive and to a known vantage point. There's a huge amount of noise ahead - shouting, shooting, screams. "That way..." says Rafe.
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| | Mercution_Hastus: Making sure, that the guy follows - and always stays in sight - Hastus proceeded carefully, trying to stay out of sight and with potential cover at the arms length - if not hugging it tightly. | | Mercution_Hastus: Making sure, that the guy follows - and always stays in sight - Hastus proceeded carefully, trying to stay out of sight and with potential cover at the arms length - if not hugging it tightly. |
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| | Tylorva: (( Ooh, yeah directly after, but they do remove the psy-blocker. The Interrogator seems to trust that you are not going to explode in daemonhost right now. )) | | Tylorva: (( Ooh, yeah directly after, but they do remove the psy-blocker. The Interrogator seems to trust that you are not going to explode in daemonhost right now. )) |
| | =All together now= | | =All together now= |
| − | Tylorva: Each of you are escorted through the dark halls of the Tricorn, a place that most can only ever have nightmares about let alone the thought of actually walking inside it. You are hurried along until you reach a solid-looking door. The guard pulls open the door and you are thrust into a small dark room. There are no windows. The light comes from a single swinging bulb in the ceiling. A single metal table is bolted in place in the middle of the room, and several metal chairs surround it. The three of you are pushed into here and left to talk.
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| − | Atella looks at the others
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| − | Atella: "You all guests of the Lady too?"
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| − | Atella shrugs and takes a chair
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| − | Clavis_Morden is a young woman of small statue, no more than 1.55m tall, with curly blonde hair and blue eyes behind duralumin-rimmed spectacles. She is clad in worn grey robes and seems to lack somewhere to put her hands, nervously folding one into the other. She has cried just recently and still seems equal parts terrified and determined.
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: Mercution sits down, the chair grinds on the floor irritatinly, as underhiver pulls it. He is silent and just a little pale. Finally, he talks. "Guest" is not an... metaphor in your case?"
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "I ..." Slowly and carefully Clavis sits down. "I have been given a second chance."
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| − | Atella is a striking, tall woman approaching her 30s with long straight black hair and green eyes. She is wearing a plain shirt, jacket and breeches.
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| − | Atella: "Well... I'm hers now, apparently. It was either that or a bolt through the head."
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| − | Atella turns to Clavis_Morden
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| − | Clavis_Morden nods, lost for a moment in thoughts of what her own fate might have been. Then she shakes her head. "You are ... Regulator Atella Ummidia, I take it?"
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| − | Atella: "You've heard of me?"
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| − | Atella: "What did you do? Sleep with a heretic you shouldn't have?"
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "What? No!"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus coughs somewhat surprised at the question
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| − | Clavis_Morden is taken aback at such a strange and insulting question
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Nothing so perverse. I ... failed in my duties." She sighs. "Whether that is better or worse is for Him on Earth to decide, though."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "And yes, I have heard of you. From Interrogator Reinhardt ... and before that, as well."
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| − | Atella: "Oh. Huh. Didn't know I was famous outside the garrison."
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: As Mercution never heard of either of the women, he listens, trying to absorb as much as possible, before inevitable introduction follows.
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "No, uhh." Clavis blushes slightly. "I spoke to a few enforcers who helped out at an Arbites function."
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| − | Atella: "Oh. Whatever you heard was probably exaggerated."
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| − | Atella: Mercution_Hastus: "And you, man? What did you do to end up here?"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Didn't know enough", he replies.
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| − | Atella shrugs
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| − | Atella: "So we all know who I am. Who are you two?"
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Probably," Clavis admits. She shakes her head as if to get rid off that thought. "Where are my manners, though?" Hesitatingly as if not believing that Atella will shake it she offers her hand. "My name is Clavis Morden. Rank of Aspirant, Adeptus Astra Telepathica Calixis."
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| − | Atella hesitates a split second, then takes the hand and shakes it.
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| − | Clavis_Morden looks surprised but then smiles
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| − | Atella: "Pleasure to meet you, Clavis."
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| − | Atella looks at the man
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Mercution Hastus. Just a..." he hesitates. "From an Underhive. " He isn't sure what to do. Looking at his hands, covered in grime and blood, he prefers not to shake anyone's else. He looks apologetically.
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| − | Atella: "Well... the lady's got ecclectic taste, that's for sure."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Or ... or simply knows to pick the right instruments. Ones that are properly motivated."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: She smiles grimly. "I know I am."
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| − | Atella: "Hey, I liked my old life. Sure, it had some stuff I'd rather have changed, but it was *my* life."
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| − | Atella plucks at her nondescript clothes
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| − | Tylorva: One of Atella's eyes is red with blood.
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| − | Atella: (it is)
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| − | Atella: "I wonder when we'll get to meet our new mistress"
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "I have made a mistake. It must be rectified. Even without my ... mind on the line that would be deeply motivating."
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| − | Atella: "Well... lucky for you."
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| − | Clavis_Morden falls silent, giving the other woman a doubtful look
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| − | Atella: "I just met the wrong guy, apparently."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "A witch," Clavis nods.
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| − | Atella: "A heretic, or so they say."
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| − | Atella shrugs
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| − | Atella: "I hardly remember."
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| − | Atella: "Didn't, until they did... things"
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| − | Atella: raises a hand to her eye and lets it drop again
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "A witch and a heretic..." mused silently Hastus. "Talking about mistakes... "Met the wrong guy". I preached a logic, based all my later years on it - and then I betrayed it on a petty ganger code." he suddenly revealed, bitterly.
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| − | Clavis_Morden suppresses a shudder. Machines and other techno-sorcery no doubt.
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| − | Atella: "Ganger, huh."
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| − | Atella looks Mercution_Hastus up and down
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| − | Clavis_Morden looks at the Underhiver frankly. "What are you going to do about it? Do you have a task as well, a penance?"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Should be obvious to you - you are an arbitrator, after all. Are you from here? From up-hive?" he asked, a little more interest in his voice, when he mentioned Adeptus Arbites. "If you like, call it a "penace". But yes, there is something I must do."
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| − | Atella: "Born and raised in the garrison."
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| − | Atella: "Any of you ever heard of our new boss?"
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| − | Clavis_Morden shakes her head. "She must be ... an Inquisitor? Who ever 'hears' of people like that?"
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| − | Atella: "Well... I punched one in the eye once. Does that count?"
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| − | Atella: "Gotta admit I'd never heard of this Vika Shaeye either though"
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| − | Atella: "I'm sure we'll meet her soon. I mean, she has to have kept us for *something*, right?"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Shaeye." he repeats, then shakes his head. "But from what I gathered, she is... forgiving. Didn't expect."
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| − | Clavis_Morden just stares as Atella claims to have *punched* an Inquisitor. No, it has to be a tall tale, she decides a moment later. A revenge delusion after being subjected to the machines, yes, that must be it.
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| − | Atella turns to Clavis
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Ah, nothing," she waves one hand and smiles confusedly.
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| − | Atella: "What, you don't believe me? Ask our new boss. Or that guy that works for her. The one with no sense of humour."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "The one without ... What, they have humour rations over at the Adeptus Arbites?" She raises an eyebrow. "Damn, we must be getting left out again."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: The continues wild claims she politely fails to address.
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| − | Atella: "What, the Arbites? We're regular party animals. Well, were, I guess."
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| − | Atella pats her non-existent shockmaul at her hip
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Mmmh. That explains why there's nothing left over for the others, I guess." She shrugs. "In any case, I wasn't in the mood for humour at the time so I wouldn't know."
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| − | Atella: "What, you never got to have fun over where you were?"
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Ok, that joke fell flat on its face. Too early for jokes, I guess. No. It's just that having no sense of humor is a widespread ailment."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "You do mean Interrogator Reinhardt though, right?"
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| − | Atella: "Oh. I'm sorry. I'm still... a bit out of it. I dunno, the guy never told me his name. Tall, wears a carapace, NICE bolter."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Doesn't knock before breaking down the door. That's him, yes."
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "That's him, the Interrogator. I'm actually glad, that he was far more perceptive, than his troops. If not for him, they would've never caught me."
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| − | Clavis_Morden gives the Underhiver a questioning look
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| − | Atella: "I don't know about any doors or troops. I was abducted from my bed, and I only saw him when I woke up here for the... second time."
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Unlikely I would've been spared otherwise - if they caught me later. And by ending up here, I may not only do their jobs for them - but also got a chance to get out of this hell-hole".
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Well, not this." he looks around, even though there is nothing but gray walls and simplistic furniture. "Underhive, I mean."
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| − | Atella: "Heh. Speaking of hellholes, I wonder where we are."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: Clavis grins, faintly horrified. "The ..." she lowers her voice a little. "Tricorn, I believe."
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| − | Atella: "Oh".
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| − | Atella: "Wonder how long we're supposed to wait here..."
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Come to think of it... Maybe I was there before. Not that I'll recognize anything, if that's the case."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "So," she says finally. "There's a witch out there, loose somewhere in Hive Sibellus. He needs to be found."
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| − | Atella: "He does? Huh. Maybe that's why she wants me..."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Finding criminals and heretics is what you do for a living, isn't it?"
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| − | Atella sort of, yes
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Do you know the name of the witch? Or his description?" Hastus frowns.
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| − | Atella: "uh"
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "I don't know his name but I know what he looks like."
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| − | Atella: "If this witch is the same guy I slept with, he told me his name was Janus Sand"
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| − | Atella: "Of course, he also said he was an inquisitor, so..."
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| − | Mercution_Hastus describes the gang-member, he knows as Kirian in a few brief sentences.
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| − | Clavis_Morden: ((what *does* he look like?))
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| − | Tylorva: (( It doesn't sound like the same person ))
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| − | Clavis_Morden describes the man she met that pretended to be an Interrogator
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| − | Tylorva: (( Janus Sand / The man Clavis dealt with was short and a bit on the weedy side with a mop of tousled brown hair and a friendly smile. ))
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| − | Atella: describes the 'Inquisitor', in great detail
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Yes, yes, that's him!"
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| − | Tylorva: (( Kirian is tall, thin, long nose - noble-looking, pale with straggly long black hair. ))
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Not that Kirian guy, Sand. He has an inquisition seal of some sort, too. A real one, but it doesn't belong to him."
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| − | Atella: "Huh. So who's the other guy?"
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Probably took it off the murdered Interrogator Alcoth." Clavis clenches her fists. "I had him, had him secure, and then I let him go. Damn him."
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Wanted heretic, from Interrogator's words. I just know, that he is a psyker."
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| − | Clavis_Morden frowns. "Two rogue psykers? Are they in any way connected?"
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| − | Atella: "Don't look at me, I was too drunk to even remember at first"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Another thing, that Reinhardt let slip... or just infromed me. That every psyker this Kirian killed "contributed to his goals." "Unholy goals", even."
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| − | Atella frowns
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "He killed psykers? Imperial, sanctioned psykers? Or other rogues and heretics?"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Wyrds, mutants with psyker powers - unsanctioned, naturally. Sure, we could usually drop one if we caight them unaware - but it was his job dealing with them in most skirmishes."
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| − | Clavis_Morden folds her hands a look of concentration now in her eyes. "That is not good ... that is not good at all. Were or are there many such Wyrds? How many did he kill?"
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| − | Atella: "This sounds... bad"
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "Of course it is. That there are even enough witches that escape the Adeptus to be known to the gangs and mutants down there is terrible."
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| − | Atella: "Hey, we do our best"
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| − | Atella: "... did, I guess... this is going to take some getting used to"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "I couldn't say, how much we killed during those years, that he was down there. What he was doing and whom he hunted _before_ he got down? I have no idea."
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| − | Clavis_Morden looks thoughtful. "I wonder what the Astropathicus has been told about my ... situation. If anything."
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| − | Atella: "Well... I know my... mother... and friends have been told I wouldn't be coming back"
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| − | Atella: "That does sound kind of ominous tho"
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "It does," Clavis agrees.
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "It won't matter though, unless we can answer this question: In either case, how do we find them?"
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "In Sand's case I know where he was ... several hours ago."
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| − | Atella: "Well... we have descriptions. We know where they have been. It's just a question of tracing their paths..."
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| − | Atella: "So do I... although I have no idea how many hours ago"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Yes, I have something of a trace of Kirian. THe place, where he was supposed to be going - but I doubt he is there anymore. Or even arrived there at all, as was ordered."
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| − | Atella: "Well, that's something."
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| − | Atella: "Of course, the longer they keep us waiting here, the colder the trail gets..."
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| − | Clavis_Morden sighs. "Even so that's like finding one a white rat in the underdecks."
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| − | Atella: "It's what I do"
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "All the albino rats your heart desires down there, in the darkness..." Hastus chukled.
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "You ... well, if you know how to start, I can show you where."
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "Some of the people he was with at the moment - we may talk to them. But that would be the question of finding another bunch of rats, ones supremely skilled at hiding. If any of them are alive, of course."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: ((I don't think we're actually locked in or anything?))
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| − | Atella: (don't want to go walking around outside)
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| − | Atella: (I've already been threatened a few times today ;)
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "I guess the question then is ... whom do we look for first? Sand has the shorter lead, we have better chances there, I think."
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| − | Atella: "Yes."
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| − | Atella: "If we ever get out of here, that is."
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| − | Mercution_Hastus: "But the Kirian's track already gone cold. No loss here, it would seem, if we deal with the Sand first."
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| − | Clavis_Morden: "It's decided then! Let's go and find the heretic." Clavis stands up, finding new energy despite the hard day.
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