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WESSEX out of the night that covers me “So that’s eight, then, with the shells and the parchment?” The division of amulets and powers is all fine and good, yadda yadda yadda. Chewing in inside of her lip, running it against a fang, she muses aloud, “And you should save at least two slots for emergencies.” A needless exhale. “I think a second way out is necessary, practically speaking. But only if we can control it.” Picturing the tunnel and the Rathskellar, she makes a sound that indicates a new idea. “What if you take this away-” she indicates the barrier “- and put the door at the cellar entrance. Make it so it can only be opened by someone with a heartbeat.” Which means that the Monsters couldn’t use it. And neither could the Ascended. But that was a risk she was willing to take, and her somber gaze acknowledges the sacrifice she’s willing to make. “The only other option I can think of right now is to just barricade and prepare the Rathskellar as usual. Or leave it as is and have an amulet filled with earth magic, too.” Fuck. This is getting complicated - and Wessex isn’t a fan of complicated. /////// “She is,” the Queen agrees. “But Phoebe can’t be trusted to follow my instructions. She’s proved that already.” She’s proved a lot of things, actually, but Wessex isn’t about to get into that right now. “And while I’ve come to think that keeping Roana and the children in the same place might be a good way to keep her from doing anything stupid, I also have Rex, Bastien, and their new Ascended kid in the Temple as well.” Logistically, this is turning into a nightmare. Who she’s willing to risk, who she isn’t willing to risk. “I thought this might be the more child-friendly place. With Aoife here, and all.” black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul