Mysti watched Cyprian and Akh meander off to a private bench -- which bothered her not in the least -- except as a sort of microcosm as to why she had little interest staying within Sigil in the first place. She knew there was something relatively big occurring with, in, around -- perhaps even below -- the city. Just sitting in on Illiam'iira's meeting the other day showed the rogue that
something was happening. Bold attacks en masse by slaadi. Something about ... a book, perhaps?
When she had tried to pull the investigation together regarding the fire at Rhaunades' library, everyone had simply abandoned the entire endeavor quite literally at the doorstep of the City of Brass. Of course -- maybe the fire had nothing whatsoever to do with anything else that was going on with the events in this city. Maybe it was just one big red herring.
She saw Cyprian and Akh as a microcosm only insomuch as it seemed from Mysti's perspective that there were a number of little independent investigations occurring without a lot of cross-pollenization between the groups. Trying to get information from the other people investigating Rhaunades' -- learning the clues they uncovered, the information gleened -- it was as if they had all been competing rather than working together.
Ever since then -- well -- before and after Illiam'iira's meeting -- her skills have gone to waste. She may as well have been a washerwoman scrubbing down ale mugs there at Masty's for all her part in the things she has read about -- the occasional gossip amongst a small knot of people. When Illiam'iira's meeting ended, so too did Mysti's involvement -- as she was once more enveloped by a sort of .... darkness. Only it was a darkness born of ignorance -- of being benighted and knowing so while being unable to pin down anything solid.
Was it just coincidence that many of those who were at the meeting were also here, now, at the same time and in the same place?
Whisper wrote: ↑Sun Sep 10, 2023 6:39 am
"We all are." he agreed.
Mysti gave Whisper's minimalist but so very true words a slow, contemplative nod.
"More than you could know, my dear Whisper."
The shadowy rogue hoped that her skills and talents - most of them, at any rate - would be better utilized out there somewhere. Rather than acting as Sigil's tourist welcoming committee and occasionally hauling in some scummy con man who got caught cheating at cards.
She sighed even as a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Even now, no one was sharing their fortunes so that, perhaps, mutiple minds brought to bear on these enigmatic phrases might uncover a deeper meaning? Perhaps?
Mysti got up from the ground, dusted herself off, and resumed her seat between Illiam'iira and Whisper. Only a few seconds had passed since Cyprian and Akh had sought their privacy though it seemed much longer.
As the rogue sat down between her two new-found friends, she wrapped her arm around that of Whisper, her fingers entwined with his. Such a gesture was incredibly forward for Mysti -- and incredibly intimate. She had no idea whether Whisper would even approve.
Well ... if he didn't ... he would shake her off. Withdraw his arm. Find a reason why he needs to get up. Maybe Whisper would growl at her. She almost chuckled out loud at that. Mysti would at least know if Hush approved.
She gave Whisper a slightly cheeky grin and said,
"Hi there, dearie."Mysti watched Cyprian and Akh meander off to a private bench -- which bothered her not in the least -- except as a sort of microcosm as to why she had little interest staying within Sigil in the first place. She knew there was something relatively big occurring with, in, around -- perhaps even below -- the city. Just sitting in on Illiam'iira's meeting the other day showed the rogue that [i][b]something[/b][/i] was happening. Bold attacks en masse by slaadi. Something about ... a book, perhaps?
When she had tried to pull the investigation together regarding the fire at Rhaunades' library, everyone had simply abandoned the entire endeavor quite literally at the doorstep of the City of Brass. Of course -- maybe the fire had nothing whatsoever to do with anything else that was going on with the events in this city. Maybe it was just one big red herring.
She saw Cyprian and Akh as a microcosm only insomuch as it seemed from Mysti's perspective that there were a number of little independent investigations occurring without a lot of cross-pollenization between the groups. Trying to get information from the other people investigating Rhaunades' -- learning the clues they uncovered, the information gleened -- it was as if they had all been competing rather than working together.
Ever since then -- well -- before and after Illiam'iira's meeting -- her skills have gone to waste. She may as well have been a washerwoman scrubbing down ale mugs there at Masty's for all her part in the things she has read about -- the occasional gossip amongst a small knot of people. When Illiam'iira's meeting ended, so too did Mysti's involvement -- as she was once more enveloped by a sort of .... darkness. Only it was a darkness born of ignorance -- of being benighted and knowing so while being unable to pin down anything solid.
Was it just coincidence that many of those who were at the meeting were also here, now, at the same time and in the same place?[quote=Whisper post_id=7388 time=1694327940 user_id=62]
"We all are." he agreed.
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Mysti gave Whisper's minimalist but so very true words a slow, contemplative nod.
[color=#00FF40]"More than you could know, my dear Whisper."[/color]
The shadowy rogue hoped that her skills and talents - most of them, at any rate - would be better utilized out there somewhere. Rather than acting as Sigil's tourist welcoming committee and occasionally hauling in some scummy con man who got caught cheating at cards.
She sighed even as a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. Even now, no one was sharing their fortunes so that, perhaps, mutiple minds brought to bear on these enigmatic phrases might uncover a deeper meaning? Perhaps?
Mysti got up from the ground, dusted herself off, and resumed her seat between Illiam'iira and Whisper. Only a few seconds had passed since Cyprian and Akh had sought their privacy though it seemed much longer.
As the rogue sat down between her two new-found friends, she wrapped her arm around that of Whisper, her fingers entwined with his. Such a gesture was incredibly forward for Mysti -- and incredibly intimate. She had no idea whether Whisper would even approve.
Well ... if he didn't ... he would shake her off. Withdraw his arm. Find a reason why he needs to get up. Maybe Whisper would growl at her. She almost chuckled out loud at that. Mysti would at least know if Hush approved.
She gave Whisper a slightly cheeky grin and said, [color=#00FF40]"Hi there, dearie."[/color]