if it doesn't burn a little
His luck in tracking down the truth of the rumors has been about as good as hers, though he seems to have a promising lead if he can get an audience. And Weaver does not doubt that he can get an audience. Sunjata does not lack for that particular type of charm, the sort that weasels you in to all manner of things. The sort that gets you bars in Halo, a guild of nefarious underlings, and everything else Sunjata has managed to achieve in his short time here.
”If you have not yet been, the Hanged Man might be a good place for information. Though that seems like the sort of place you would have already found,” she says with an amused grin, suspecting he’s long ago also found the bar. She has no idea just how on the money she is, but only that bars are always a good place to seek information.
Next he mentions names like old friends, and she looks up again, cocking her head slightly. ”You speak like they are old friends,” she says, because she has no way of knowing their history in the Grounds. That was before she was freed from Halo, before she was willing to actually use the portals even once they were opened. She wonders too if it’s the same Remi she’d met on the beaches of Torchline.
She’s watching him still when he stops at a puddle that does not disappear right away. She cannot, of course, see what he sees, and she waits until it seems like the right moment to ask. ”Did you see something?”
”If you have not yet been, the Hanged Man might be a good place for information. Though that seems like the sort of place you would have already found,” she says with an amused grin, suspecting he’s long ago also found the bar. She has no idea just how on the money she is, but only that bars are always a good place to seek information.
Next he mentions names like old friends, and she looks up again, cocking her head slightly. ”You speak like they are old friends,” she says, because she has no way of knowing their history in the Grounds. That was before she was freed from Halo, before she was willing to actually use the portals even once they were opened. She wonders too if it’s the same Remi she’d met on the beaches of Torchline.
She’s watching him still when he stops at a puddle that does not disappear right away. She cannot, of course, see what he sees, and she waits until it seems like the right moment to ask. ”Did you see something?”
-- weaver
then what's the point in playing with fire?
