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ST The Red-Coated Lady took Corve's detailed information quietly, asking an occasional question of clarification when the directions Corve used required knowledge of things she didnt have. Once she had the information she desired, she offered Corve a twitch of her fedora and left the small room where they'd be sitting and discussing over a small table.
ST As Corve took a moment to collect himself and finish a small drink of some unknown, vaguely glowing indigo drink that tasted faintly of joy, a small tapping came at the door the Lady closed behind herself. It came again and then a small flickering form, a black cloud of floating dust, breezed into the room, pulsing lightly
ST The cloud hovered over the table, flashing gently at Corve.
Corve sits silently for a minute or two, pondering over what he just did. He's not happy about it- not one bit. He just turned over some very, very delicate information to a goddess he knows will use it against the Grand Plutarch. Ah, fuck it- Corve never liked any of the Grand Plutarchs anyway.
Corve raises his head up a little at the flashing black cloud, his interest shifting from his pondering to the strange... being before him. He stares at it, unsure it can speak, so not doing so himself.
Cloud "Will you accept my message?"
Corve raises his brows up and smiles. It -does- speak. "Of course," he says, sitting up quickly.
Cloud swirls and tightens forming into a visage of the person who sent the message. Harsh, lined features appear with tattoos of scales crisscrossing the face. One eye gleams from the cloud, the other obscured by a black patch. "Little helpless lamb, good thing you took my message. It's important, after all."
Corve tightens his jaws, steeling himself against the figure of the Abyssal. He knows that it isn't actually Falling Blackness... but his fists ball up anyway. Regrouping, he breaks into a small grin. "Going through a lot of trouble to reach me. Getting worried?"
Cloud does not appear to register Corve's comment. This may be a pre-recorded message.
Cloud continues on, in the Deathknight's voice. "Last time you faced me, I carried off a bit of your flesh. This little cloud will return that when I've said my piece. If you come to Great Forks in two weeks, then I'll be taking it you accept my challenge."
Cloud "When we meet, you'll have your chance, little helpless lamb, to see if you're man enough to take me. And after all's said and done, you might come away with a bit of me in payment for what I took 'way from you. If you're a man, that is"
Cloud laughs the mummy-man's laugh and dissipates back into a swirling cloud.
Corve frowns as soon as he notices that the cloud is not registering his own comment. He should've figured. Tightening his jaw again, the Solar sinks into his seat and mutters a curse in Brumish... rather loudly.
Cloud drops a small vile from its swirling darkness onto the table and hovers there, flashing occasionally. "I will record a return message."
Corve snatches the vial and looks at it. He looks over to the cloud and nods. "Begin." Then he turns straight towards it. "Hey cyclops, Little Lamb, here. I'll see you in Great Forks... though you might not see me," he says, following it up with a nice and grotesque Brumish insult. Then he turns away.
Cloud disappears in a flash of light, leaving corve alone with his new vial.
Corve inspects the vial. What is it with bad guys and symbolism? He doesn't keep pieces of limbs he blows off people...
ST The vial sloshes gently, half-filled with an orange-red fluid.
Corve wonders what the liquid is, since it doesn't look like any part of him that he can recall having.
Corve pauses for a moment, and then lifts it to his nose, scrunching up his face as to expect the worse before he sniffs at it.
ST The vial smells...well, like Corve. A sort of concentrated "eau d'Corve." Possibly this was made by rendering down some of his flesh and blood."
Corve figured as much. The bastard liquified a piece of his skin. Sick, sick asshole. He pockets the vial and then takes another drink, leaning back in his seat and thinking about the challenge. For some reason, he doesn't think the Abyssal is challenging him just to see who would win...
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