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Tyranny, meet anarchy
The city of Eantasyl is fortunate in its placement, and is considered old for even an elven city. The streets are some kind of shimmery stone, the buildings neatly arranged and well maintained. It's pleasant, and generally considered a nice place for the rich to retire. There's a noticeable lack of greenery and foliage on the streets themselves - the place is kept very dense, and it's can be guessed that its citizens thought they had enough foliage already. It sits at the base of one of the very first world trees. One could be forgiven for missing the city for the tree - it's several thousand feet tall, and its branches bring shade to more than half of Eantasyl. They do not need gardens. They have enough to spare, up in the sky.
(The leaves are a pain to rake.)
Despite many of its flaws (and there are many) the Sunrise Empire isn't actually a horrible place to live. This place especially. Just steer clear of the government, keep your head down, don't join any rebellions, and don't break any laws, and you'll be fine. Probably. Unless there are dangerous criminals running around, causing trouble.
But that hardly ever happens. The Ministry has it all under control.
(The leaves are a pain to rake.)
Despite many of its flaws (and there are many) the Sunrise Empire isn't actually a horrible place to live. This place especially. Just steer clear of the government, keep your head down, don't join any rebellions, and don't break any laws, and you'll be fine. Probably. Unless there are dangerous criminals running around, causing trouble.
But that hardly ever happens. The Ministry has it all under control.
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Hum de hum. Man, this floor is taking forever to melt through.
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"Does he have a forum account?"
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Scroll scroll scroll burn burn burn.
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"Tapes," he says. "I have them."
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"Ah, here we go."
She pulls up a PM conversation. It features her and an offer from Viridescence.
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"Viridescence is the one from the World of Darkness that attempted the mental attack that Esthfora prevented," says Inavet, carefully. "I don't think I would like to accept anything from him. No offense to you."
Internally, where no one can hear her, there is screaming.
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Hisssssss goes the floor.
(Inavet may have noticed that there is a post in the PM conversation where Jinx explicitly waives any mental warding provided by Esthfora.)
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(She has noticed, yes. That is... disturbing...)
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She prods the edge of the glowing crater in the floor with one heavy leather boot.
"...This is taking forever."
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She has a bad feeling about all of this.
She looks at Kuvair.
"Why'd you defect?" she asks.
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There's a way to open it, actually, just on the side there. Does Jinx want to open up the coffin and get at the gooey center inside?
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"Plan?"
(Vaporize the traps and the lock for good measure. Now then, gooey centre...?)
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Inavet looks at him, expressionlessly, then looks back at Jinx.
"What have you done so far?" she asks, repressing a sigh. "Besides, obviously, this. You got him somewhere." She points at Kuvair.
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Jinx pokes the unconscious man.
"Hey, Kuvair, can you help me with this? I dunno if I have the right crap to wake this guy up with."
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(Somehow she doubts that.)
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