WESSEX
The raccoon quarters go on the rack and she hands it back to Jata fairly quickly. “All you with the fire part now,” bright and brisk, if she has any doubts about the Flood’s ability to grill something, it’s tucked away very well. Stepping aside to let the non-flammable person take center stage, Wessex boosts herself up on one of the counters, letting her legs kick freely back and forth.
“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’m going to need all my magic. Teleporting, energy bolts - everything. But…” trailing off with a curious look in her eye, the Wraith falls silent for a minute, getting a far-off look in her eye as she mulls something over. “But in the event that I die up there, because there is a dragon that can kill you with a single touch, that might be useful to retrieve my body. I told Isla not to try and get me. But you - you might be lucky enough and quick enough. I leave it up to you, of course. The Voice has my permission to blow me up and build me anew…” trailing off again, she glances at Jata to make sure he understands.
“And it might have its perks, but I’m attached to this body and some of its upgrades.” She plays it off with a casual shrug, but is she really able to write off death so easily? “Just… don’t be dumb.” She says it with a smile, albeint a sad one, because Wessex can’t tell him what would be an acceptable risk or not, or even what she would do in his position.
And how will he know what to do? She raises a single finger. “I’ll be right back. You’ll need the Knowtbook.” It takes her longer than usual to return, but when she does, she’s holding something wrapped in softened, waterproof leather and tied neatly up. It’s dirty, but the book inside has been well protected. “This is the Knowtbook. I stole it from Cian. And if there’s a way we’re going to win, it’s because this will tell us most of the significant things the other side is doing.” Including, hopefully, if she dies.
Offering it to the Archon, she wordlessly bids him take a look.
“Thanks for the offer, but I think I’m going to need all my magic. Teleporting, energy bolts - everything. But…” trailing off with a curious look in her eye, the Wraith falls silent for a minute, getting a far-off look in her eye as she mulls something over. “But in the event that I die up there, because there is a dragon that can kill you with a single touch, that might be useful to retrieve my body. I told Isla not to try and get me. But you - you might be lucky enough and quick enough. I leave it up to you, of course. The Voice has my permission to blow me up and build me anew…” trailing off again, she glances at Jata to make sure he understands.
“And it might have its perks, but I’m attached to this body and some of its upgrades.” She plays it off with a casual shrug, but is she really able to write off death so easily? “Just… don’t be dumb.” She says it with a smile, albeint a sad one, because Wessex can’t tell him what would be an acceptable risk or not, or even what she would do in his position.
And how will he know what to do? She raises a single finger. “I’ll be right back. You’ll need the Knowtbook.” It takes her longer than usual to return, but when she does, she’s holding something wrapped in softened, waterproof leather and tied neatly up. It’s dirty, but the book inside has been well protected. “This is the Knowtbook. I stole it from Cian. And if there’s a way we’re going to win, it’s because this will tell us most of the significant things the other side is doing.” Including, hopefully, if she dies.
Offering it to the Archon, she wordlessly bids him take a look.
there was a time that we were kind, but now
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
don't write me, you're not fooling anyone
