Eachdraidh. IC Contact.

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[uneulogized]

Wow, that's a defeatist attitude if I've ever heard one. [Of course, they've come out of this conversation with a whole fuck ton of uncertainty, but still.]

[selfimage]

I have a very long and complicated history in dealing with the dead.

But, perhaps ...

[ he's pursing his lips a little bit, a hand goes to the back of his neck and he turns it. ]

That means the Shuck also may have an Avatar, doesn't it?

[uneulogized]

May have one, or may eventually have one. Reul didn't have one a year ago, but Ridire already did. [And if Ariadne had never been told about it, Jason thinks that this is still in the motions.]

[selfimage]

Eventually is key.

There were visions that were given to the gods—ones of another war. This time, between the divine, rather than just the mortal. One particularly pleasant one involved the Shuck being gutted on the antlers of the Hart.

[uneulogized]

Killed by his own brother.

[He muses about this for a moment.]

Did Ariadne get it?

[selfimage]

Yes, she did. As did a few others.

Though it's difficult to tell if it's contrived or if it's real. We could be at the mercy of one clever and powerful enough to make these prophecies self-fulfilling.

That is the question, isn't it? Is it really a prophecy, or is it someone trying to manipulate all the things that haven't happened yet?

[uneulogized]

You mean the Drabkeeper. Or someone else.

[selfimage]

And if that someone is manipulating the gods, I want to know why.

Though I believe we're inching ever closer to that one.

[uneulogized]

The Cult is ... involved in the war, too.

I'd like to know why about that, too.

[selfimage]

My, my, my—the cult and the Drabkeeper together again. Color me surprised.

[uneulogized]

If the Drabkeeper has anything to do with the visions.

[selfimage]

The Drabkeeper's already involved with the cult. It's ... convenient.

[uneulogized]

I got that. [It comes out a little snappish.]

Of course, we don't know the degree of involvement.

[selfimage]

Degree or type, unfortunately.

And the Drabkeeper gone to the mist after the fires burned the keep, trail lost.

I've a feeling finding this observer will answer our questions, even the one concerning fate.

Both Hiro and Nico have draws to the Shuck. Are you aware of any others?

[uneulogized]

I wouldn't mind throwing Nico to him to find out what happens. It's a win win for us. Well, any of us who don't include Hiro in the equation. I don't think sending anyone else to talk to him is a good idea.

[selfimage]

Unfortunate.

I'm sure we could rig something up to make our inquiry sound both enticing and convincing without giving the intent away.

Have you a way to contact him, or will a letter do?

[uneulogized]

We could always just ask Hiro why he isn't a miserable fuck. I'm sure he can give us what we need.

[selfimage]

[ there's a satisfied little hm that comes from his throat. ]

Splendid. Everyone's happy.

[uneulogized]

But depending on what he says, keep that between you. I'm good with never dealing with the Shuck again.

[selfimage]

You've dealt with him before.

Don't tell me—let me guess.

[ a pause a she taps a finger against his lip. ]

Hmm—Samhain.

[uneulogized]

It was a brief conversation.

[selfimage]

You are a tasty snack. I'm impressed you can knock the level of yum down from folded potato chip to explosive bon-bon.

[uneulogized]

Y'know what? I'll let you have that.

Whatever "that" is.

[selfimage]

I kind of like "explosive bon-bon."

[uneulogized]

You didn't seem that into my explosive bon-bon the night of the orgy.