[ Five refolds the bag he used for Alir's last feeding, and stuffs it into his jacket as he walks in the shadows to where Messalina has taken up residence. A demonic hound keeps pace beside him, alert to everything Five isn't focused on as he mulls over what the shapeshifter told him.
Of course, he could have simply teleported there, but he has too much on his mind that he's still working out as he winds his way through the undead encampment. He's avoided speaking to Messalina directly while he was still moving the pieces around, navigating the narrow paths she has to come to an agreement. Unfortunately, even the undead can run out of patience, and he's seen firsthand how Ephes operates. Even politicians that could be swayed have been quieted, assassinated or otherwise, and he can't say he didn't expect her choices to come down to this.
Neither option appeals to him. Since he arrived he's been actively trying to bend this opportunity in their favor. With the sudden appearance of his brother, it's more important than ever to make sure he's taking the right risks. Alir also isn't entirely the most reliable source. He's so far curved his impulses, thanks to the workings of their group, but it's a temporary solution. His frustration might be coloring his assessment, and the only way to really find out what's on Messalina's mind is to confront her directly.
A low growl steals his attention away from his thoughts. It softens when it seems to recognize his stalker, and Five frowns at the figure emerging from the darkness. ]
I see you're keeping busy. [ Whatever she wants, he knows half of their group is just waiting for him to tell them that Alir has used up his uselessness, but for Five, that's clearly left to be seen. He's ready to make that case if she decides to insist. ]
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Of course, he could have simply teleported there, but he has too much on his mind that he's still working out as he winds his way through the undead encampment. He's avoided speaking to Messalina directly while he was still moving the pieces around, navigating the narrow paths she has to come to an agreement. Unfortunately, even the undead can run out of patience, and he's seen firsthand how Ephes operates. Even politicians that could be swayed have been quieted, assassinated or otherwise, and he can't say he didn't expect her choices to come down to this.
Neither option appeals to him. Since he arrived he's been actively trying to bend this opportunity in their favor. With the sudden appearance of his brother, it's more important than ever to make sure he's taking the right risks. Alir also isn't entirely the most reliable source. He's so far curved his impulses, thanks to the workings of their group, but it's a temporary solution. His frustration might be coloring his assessment, and the only way to really find out what's on Messalina's mind is to confront her directly.
A low growl steals his attention away from his thoughts. It softens when it seems to recognize his stalker, and Five frowns at the figure emerging from the darkness. ]
I see you're keeping busy. [ Whatever she wants, he knows half of their group is just waiting for him to tell them that Alir has used up his uselessness, but for Five, that's clearly left to be seen. He's ready to make that case if she decides to insist. ]