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faderift2017-10-11 02:27 pm
minrathousian) wrote in faderift2017-10-11 02:27 pm
[CLOSED] a prelude
WHO: Atticus Vedici + Ser Coupe + the Division heads
WHAT: Atticus discusses his findings with the Division heads.
WHEN: Forward-dated to late Harvestmere.
WHERE: An office within the Gallows.
NOTES: Please keep all responses to one thread!
WHAT: Atticus discusses his findings with the Division heads.
WHEN: Forward-dated to late Harvestmere.
WHERE: An office within the Gallows.
NOTES: Please keep all responses to one thread!
The majority of the magister's notes (parchment, books, letters, translated and transcribed missives) have been delivered to the Inquisition's division heads in advance of this meeting, but the evidence relating to the most alarming piece of intelligence--that Venatori agents have infiltrated the Inquisition's ranks and seek to obtain classified data--that is information he has kept to himself. He must time the playing of that particular hand well... namely by delivering it to them himself.
This is quite the gamble, he knows, but great risk has never been a deterrent. (If it were, perhaps he might not have needed to devote time this month to convalescing from a concussion.)
Accompanied by Ser Coupe, Atticus steps into the designated office, and looks from his research materials on the centre table to the faces seated on the other side of it.
(It requires more willpower than he might have anticipated not to let his eyes linger on Petrana.)
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His neutral mask breaks for a fraction of a second before he collects it back into place, but it was there, visible, a scar tugged apart and made to bleed again. Atticus regards Ser Coupe sharply when she speaks his son's name; there's a sudden rush of unnameable feeling in his chest, a tightening there. He masters it.
"They are not," he replies succinctly.
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But the Scouts. She feels used. She feels like her scouts have been used.
Still, she knows that it's not like he could have asked. They would have laughed, and probably thrown him in the dungeon anyway, for good measure. It doesn't make it less aggravating, but Beleth chooses not to comment on it for now.
Instead, her eyes flick up to Atticus, head tilting just slightly as he reacts to the question. Interesting. "And what of your apprentice. The one who is currently...also with us. Did he know about your plans? Had he agreed to be locked up with you, for the sake of...research." She's never actually met Benedict, and maybe that's why she can sympathize with him now. Did Atticus think of how his actions would affect anyone?
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"He did not," Atticus responds, adding dryly a moment later, "which I mentioned explicitly to your Knight-Commander not long after our imprisonment."
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Thranduil would have easily admitted to a lack of understanding of the finer points of Tevene politics, were he asked. He has yet to memorize the names of all the provinces, and yet. After his period of silence, he waits for a lull, and begins to speak.
“Madame de Cedoux, Ser Coupe, Scoutmaster Ashara, my recommendation are as follows. Since Magister Vedici is here for research only and holds no political ambitions, I request that he abdicate his seat in the Senate to his heir. I would further advise that neither he nor his apprentice be allowed possession of a stave or within reasonable distance to any of the storerooms. I would also highly suggest we request a rotating escort of Templars from Skyhold to accompany Magister Vedici throughout his day, and search his rooms randomly. He and his apprentice ought not to be left alone together, and must communicate in Trade. If his information proves to be accurate, other privileges ought to be considered. He employed deception to reach our ranks, and has freely admitted working for the Venatori out of his own volition.”
Thranduil watches Vedici, unbothered. “Doubtless, it will be a boon to have his experience in service to the Inquisition.”
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“It is a place to begin discussion,” not dismissive, simply disinclined to commit to anything on the spot before she's had a chance to attach a few more strings, ensure there are no loopholes to be exploited and wriggled through that she might one day be looked to for overlooking. “Certainly I think if we are to allow Mssr Vedici to continue his research, there should be no questions later of to whom it is owed.” They don't need the Magisterium lobbying for ownership of his research on the basis of his status.
“Artemaeus is a separate question in the process of being answered,” she continues, smoothly closing him out of the conversation for the time being deliberately; it will make sense to bring him much in line with what Atticus receives, if he receives it, but he has been handled delicately through Gandir til now and treating the boy as a unit with the master previously had nearly got someone killed. “I will appraise you of that situation in a little while.”
As that is a conversation that they need not have in Atticus Vedici's hearing. (Particularly since this is the first she's heard of any of this- no, quash it, it is nothing. Think how little her own husband thought she needed to know of his- no, not now.)
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Thranduil speaks, and Beleth turns to watch him, face composed, but there's an unmistakably fond warmth in her eyes. He's correct, of course, and he says it so well, in a way that is harsh, but professional, dignified. But they're not here for her to be starry eyed, either.
Petra speaks next, and Beleth nods along with both of her statements. "I agree with keeping the research within the Inquisition. It's being acquired with Inquisition resources, it should foremost benefit the Inquisition. If the Magisterium requests access to it, that can be discussed with them at the time." And, hopefully, by the actual advisors. Creators forbid that Beleth ever have to personally deal with magisters on equal footing. She much prefers having to face them when they're chained.
She spends a few moments more on what Thranduil has said--trying to avoid just saying 'Yes, I agree with everything'. Her expression is more troubled than the others, worrying over what is the proper type of thing to say. Well, she'll never get better at this by never trying. "Giving him a Templar escort is more than reasonable, I'm sure that the Knight-Commander would allow us their use. I would hold off on discussing whether or not he receives any privileges until he gives us the information that he has regarding Perendale, and the supposed infiltrator."
A beat, and then she glances thoughtfully at Atticus. "If the information is accurate, and helpful, then he's proven to be a resource. We can continue to decide his treatment from that point."
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Her knuckles curl hard behind her back, release. Vedici’s presence draws light through the shroud of a patchwork Order, into the Inquisition’s inefficiencies. They’ve needed it: Half a dozen times now he might have seized an advantage; hasn’t.
Somehow, she isn’t inclined to thank him.
The four of them need discuss a better system of consolidating intelligence. She need discuss her concerns of Norrington, and neither to be had out with here, not before Atticus.
(Somewhere beneath the whirl of anger, of plans, she folds away that look he'd turned her. So there are weights set against his work here. Octavius,)
"Until Skyhold answers," To back Thranduil now is little risk; this isn’t any weakness Atticus hasn’t been shown personally, at length. And if it'll keep it out of James' bloody hands until they can slash this knot — "Our numbers within Kirkwall are insufficient to monitor the Magister's activities outside a closed setting."
A cell and a library only present so many variables. Already, they're stretched thin.
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"I have laid out the information regarding the infiltrators--" Plural, he emphasizes with a glance at the Scoutmaster, "--as well as the assault on Perendale." A brief gesture to the notes and dossiers that Thranduil has been perusing. "Regarding Nevarra you will no doubt be required to cross-reference what I have provided you with your own intelligence. As for the infiltrators, what I can tell you, so far, is limited to what I have been able to discern through the ciphers: that they are here in Kirkwall, in limited numbers. Their identities have been obfuscated." This last added as an afterthought, because of course they would have been.
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What he has before him is not worthless. He tidies the sheets and hands the bundle to Beleth, Perendale on top.
"When is the cipher due to change?" he asks. How long will Atticus be useful in a anticipatory role, and not a speculator one.
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How far is he willing to take this gamble? If Atticus appears to be considering Thranduil's inquiry as he pauses before his response, all the better.
"After Satinalia," he says at length. An appropriate enough duration, given the reaching grasp of the Venatori's forces. "At which point my skills would be better leveraged by your Inquisition if they were turned towards researching the rifts, and the Fade shards. I will, naturally, continue to provide you with everything I know regarding the state of the Venatori's own research efforts. They won't have altered much, since my departure."
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Petrana regards Atticus expressionlessly for what feels like (and doubtless is not) a very long time.
“Naturally,” she repeats, glancing at the papers passing between elven hands. Would it be better to pass off a personal curiosity in the matter of the somniari, or pursue the research privately herself? The former has risks, but she must take pains to have a trail that can be followed later in the latter-
She must better understand precisely with what manner of fire she is playing.
(But Artemaeus is more her job than the rest of this, and she does not urgently say more, weighs her thoughts carefully.)
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everything is fine. After a moment he looks instead to Beleth, awaiting further questions from her.no subject
Once Atticus turns to look at her, she tries to think of anything else she might want to know, and comes up empty. The only thing now is for them to be able to speak without him listening. Has she fulfilled what she told him she'd do? Maybe. She's let him speak, at least, and everything else is not entirely in her hands. It will have to do.
"I believe that is all for now. I trust we may call upon you if we require more answers?" She words it as a polite, optional choice, but her tone is of someone who already knows the answer. Sure enough, she moves on, glancing at the other two leaders. "Unless anyone objects, I would ask Ser Coupe to take him back to his quarters." There's a dismissive note that includes Wren as well. Clearly, as far as Beleth is concerned, her job here only stretches as far as Atticus' whereabouts.
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“Our thanks, Ser Coupe,”
which Atticus is not entitled to for the great generosity of acting in his own best interests as a prisoner of war.
There is much else to do. They had best get on with it.