Sigil: The City of Doors

[you are a very rude man Makeshift. But hey! Fuck you! Nat 20! Wisdom Save - may add Favored by the Gods if failure: 1d20 20 Can add Favored by the Gods if that still fails.]

Illi listens attentively, nodding every so often. "I had considered as much," She answers very softly. "I mean... about its alien nature. I thought if anyone I know here might understand more it would be you, and did not want to play around looking into such things myself, given my... limited area o...

"Oh." She blinks. "Hm... I don't know. It felt more like something else was looking, not him. Like Ignaeus was an opening maw and as I looked down inside him or I guess beyond him, something looked back. I don't..." Illi rubs her temple. "I just feel something pacing at the borders of my self, takin...

"Yes." She lets out a soft little hum. "For Ikkit's future? Let me ask him if it's alright. I imagine he won't give a rat's ass, since he's not one to put stock in that sort of thing, but I'd prefer to get his consent before I share." Illia will pick up the brooch hanging from her neck. Ringing a hi...

"That's what I'm thinking. If I can get to the bottom of this I can either find the contradiction or get him low enough the programming he was working off of might boot up again."

"Oh Buckethead..." Illiam'iira is doing her best not to cry. Don't want to smudge any important papers. The automaton's framework is tucked into her big ass lady pockets for safekeeping, everything else getting its own ordered pile as she continues to dig. She does her best to think about what might...

"Hm..." Studying the creature, Illia moves, eyeing and poking little things. "Either Buckethead here needs a total unraveling and remaking, which I am not doing, or ..." Carefully she starts to paw through the notes herself, looking for something that seems out of place or -- in Illiam's conception ...

"That's why I turned to you. It's my hope you might have a greater understanding of what occurred." With her ethical obligation to warn him seen to, Illiam'iira clasps her hands together, eyes closing as she focuses on her memories of the morning. "I'd wanted to take a second listen to the Singing F...

"It's called a Savager!" And Illiam'iira begins to talk extensively about the beast and its strange anatomy. Eventually realizing what she's doing, Illia stops, meekly changing the subject. "I imagine you have some experience, uh, with working with scars? Given your expertise..." The drow is as deli...

Illi creeps forward to consider Buckethead. "Lemme see if I can figure this out..."

( [D7EA] Arcana roll w/ Aid from Whisper: 2d20k1+2 20! )