Eachdraidh. IC Contact.

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[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.

[selfimage]

An explosive bon-bon can't have an explosive bon-bon.

[uneulogized]

And how are you such an expert in the matter? It's not as if you know me intimately.

[selfimage]

No, but I know other explosive bon-bons intimately.

[uneulogized]

How many explosive bon-bons can become a folded potato chip? None, I'm betting. So I'm the only one that matters.

[selfimage]

Filed under: how not to get a blowjob, by Jason Todd.

[uneulogized]

Good thing I wasn't actually angling for one. Just a statement of facts, that's all.

[selfimage]

Oh—the one special snowflake out of the bunch who isn't.

[uneulogized]

Wow, I didn't realize you had herds of people chasing after your tongue, Loki.

That's news to me.