[ CLOSED ] The Buck Stops Here

[sulahnan]

WHO: Athessa, Bastien, Byerly, Colin, Deimos, Flint, Raas, Thranduil, Yseult
WHAT: Revenge for past trauma reveals a sinister plot
WHEN: The Month of Guardian (aka now)
WHERE: The Gallows and Hightown, Kirkwall in general
NOTES: CW: This plot deals with sexual assault, revenge, and murder. Mostly the aftermath of the assault, no graphic descriptions that I can foresee, but be cautious. Opting out and hand-waving is fine.

By and large, the beginning of the month of Guardian in Kirkwall is unremarkable. Business as usual, even with the ever increasing cost of sugar, coffee, and tea. But for the inhabitants of Lowtown, it comes with signs that their waking nightmares persist.

For the past few months of winter, Lowtown locals have been whispering about a rash of murders and disappearances among the Alienages. Deaths previously attributed to exposure to the harsh winter weather are rumored to be far more insidious; some have claimed that they noticed wounds on the bodies as they were being disposed of, but any attempts to bring this information to the City Guard have been met with indifference or empty platitudes.

Less widely noted, and harder to attach to a pattern, are the instances of working girls being hired to entertain at private functions and coming back...different. Or not at all. To the average person, it’s barely even news, but to anyone who spends time in the brothels and listens to the chatter within, it’s clear that these are not isolated incidents, nor are they without concern.

While the alleged murders in Lowtown have no clear culprit and thus are blamed on anyone from random strangers to demons and Crows, the goings-on at the brothels go hand-in-hand with mention of one name in particular: Devigny.

Comments

[keenly]

Spending a year or so in the Scouting division has taught Colin the basics of reconnaissance. He returns with a solid idea of how to go about this, but also with a deep, shaking feeling. Byerly had called him a man who takes down wicked men, but this will be his first time doing so without holding the silken hand of Alexandrie. He has seen Devigny in the Fade, has experienced the depravity of men like him. This won't be easy. And yet, he reels when he tries to imagine what Athessa is going through. He had sought out his rapist for justice. She has been blindsided by hers.

The door opens. He moves to sit by her on the couch.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

[sulahnan]

"I have to," she says after a moment of hand-wringing and thought. "Otherwise I might just be spooking at shadows."

Noticing that she's wringing her hands, she forces herself to stop by reaching up--well, down--to plant them on the floor. From there it's simply a matter of rolling off the couch into a handstand, then dropping her feet. She stands slowly, transitioning into a slow pace in front of the sofa.

"And I was thinking...what if I'm not the only one? What if he hurts someone else, or is planning to?"

[keenly]

"You're not the only one," Colin sighs. "Anyone happy to do it once isn't going to stop with once. Men like him think they're entitled to whatever they want. But there's no shame, and no judgment from me if you decide you don't want involvement in this."

[sulahnan]

She shakes her head, frowning. "How can you say that? After saying exactly why I need to do this? If there's even a tiny chance that I'm the only one who got away, the only one who can fight, then I have to not just see that it's him, but I have to find a way to stop him."

Because it's not just about her, it's about everyone else he's hurt, too. They deserve avenging, they deserve justice as much as she does, and she knows first-hand what it's like to live with the aftermath of his abuse. She doesn't want anyone else to be subjected to that.

[keenly]

Colin nods gently. "You're braver than I am, then," he says, his eyes turning away for a moment. "I...all right. When I went after Lutair, it was a different situation. Devigny's cut from the same cloth, but Lutair is just a brute and a narcissist. He isn't smart like Devigny. So we can't go at this in that direct way. Tonight needs to be about gathering information and that's it. Anything more and we risk losing the element of surprise, which we need. Any hint something's up, he could flee town or have us followed."

[sulahnan]

Athessa is nodding along with what Colin says, still pacing but markedly calmer--or at least less frenetic--with something to focus on other than her own downward spiral. Something like a plan is forming, and that is enough.

"He's already left town once," she says, conceding his point that caution is necessary. "And he has city guards in his pocket. I don't know which ones, but that's something we can find out just by watching his estate enough. Based on Byerly's reaction when I talked to him earlier, Devigny still has ties with the Madame at the Crimson Cat, too. We might want to get someone in there to ask some questions."

Someone with tact, preferably, and who isn't as recognizable to the Madame as Athessa.

[keenly]

A pause.

"Byerly mentioned him? Why?"

[sulahnan]

"I don't know. I tried to get him to tell me but--" She shrugs. Byerly's not one to give up information he knows someone wants unless he knows all the angles and can be sure it's not going to somehow work against him. "I was just cutting through the dining hall and heard Devigny's name and everything just...stopped."

[keenly]

"I understand." He stands up and gestures toward the door. "Let's go. Wear your hood up."

He picks up his staff. He doesn't like carrying it, doesn't like having a mark that reveals he is a mage, but it's better to come prepared for anything.

[sulahnan]

-

Once in place at their stakeout location, tucked away behind the railing of a balcony on some abandoned house, it becomes quite clear that they'll be waiting a while. There's very little activity to witness mid-evening, which is the only portion of their casual espionage that Athessa can safely take part in for an extended duration. As soon as the light gets low enough her eyes start to shine and, lest she give away their position, she takes to sitting with her back to the railing.

"What makes a staff a staff?" She asks quietly, having been focusing her attention halfway between the reflections in the glass-paned door to the balcony and Colin's staff where it lay. "Can you use just any old stick?"

In the reflection, a lantern bobs with a guard's easy gait, going past Devigny's estate without hesitation. Possibly not one of his, then.

[keenly]

The staff in question is lying out of sight on the floor of the balcony. Colin would rather keep it hidden than pick it up to show her.

"It's infused with lyrium," he explains. "That focuses and amplifies our magic. Otherwise you might as well just have no staff at all."

[sulahnan]

She hums thoughtfully and tilts her head. "I wonder if you could infuse something other than a staff with lyrium and use that as a focus instead of having to carry around a big chunk of wood..."

[keenly]

"Breathe."

[sulahnan]

"Sorry," she sighs, and turns to glance towards the estate out of the corner of her eye. "Anything yet?"

Barely before she's finished speaking, the clip-clop of hooves on cobblestone and the creak of a carriage heralds the arrival of visitors to the estate. She turns a bit more, still looking sidelong but so she can see more clearly. The huge front door to the house opens, and a servant steps out to greet the visitors at the carriage, opening the door for them and bowing his head.

"That's the footman," Athessa whispers. "Can you see who's in the carriage?"

[keenly]

"You're the one who can see in the dark," Colin whispers back, squinting at the carriage.

[sulahnan]

She squints as well, watching as the men get out and walk towards the open door of the estate. Their amiable laughter carries over the cobblestones, sounding like ghostly echoes by the time it reaches Colin and Athessa on their perch.

"I don't know them," Athessa frowns. She commits to memory what she can about their dress, their gaits, the carriage and driver, the horses in the time that she has, before the carriage totters around to the rear of the building. The footman closes the doors behind the two visitors, and for a long moment, nothing happens.

Then, a window to a room they've both seen lights up from within. The parlor looks the same as she remembers, the same as it was in the dream, and she finally turns to look directly at that window. Nobody in that room will be able to see into the darkness outside, so the light in her eyes won't matter.

First, the two visitors appear, talking and laughing, looking smug--she takes note of their faces, just in case. Then a third man appears, his back to the window as he speaks to his friends. Associates? It's hard to believe anyone that foul having friends.

"Come on," she hisses, as if sheer force of will can move the pieces on this board. "Turn around..."

[keenly]

When he does, the breath goes out of Colin's body. Last year, he discovered that the ensuing years made Lutair fatter and smugger. They've had a similar effect on Devigny, only Devigny seems to have thrived on it. Lutair was a simpler brute, Devigny is a successful one. He is greyer, but still sharp, still cruel. Colin's eyes turn to Athessa, watching her watch him.

[sulahnan]

If she has any doubt that the man is Devigny, the way he gestures emphatically while his servant pours three glasses of wine tamps it out. She didnt know what kind of affect it would have on her to see him after 13 years, but she never would have expected to go numb, when the mere mention of his name had made her feel like a coiled spring about to snap.

Realizing that she's holding her breath, she lets it go billowing into the cold air. She turns and sits with her back against the railing of the balcony, staring blankly at nothing. Her lungs work overtime, gulping in air the way she might after running from here to the docks without stopping.

OK, come on Athessa, you know what to do. Breathe in, count to four. Breathe out, count to four. Repeat until stable. Or, in this case, until you laugh, and tears escape from your eyes.

"I don't know what I expected," she says on the tail of that laugh, and presses her forearm across her eyes. The last thing she needs is for her stupid tears to freeze to her face.

[keenly]

Colin reaches to slide his arm across her shoulders and turn her away from the house they're surveying. "Let's get you out of here," he says quietly. They can always come back to gather more information, but right now, he's a lot more concerned about Athessa than anything else.

[sulahnan]

-

Over the course of the next week, they keep an eye on the comings and goings of Devigny and a few of his regulars. The two men they saw on the first night came back once and only once, though four other nobles of the same caliber made similar visits after dark. The guards they are able to identify as being in Devigny's pocket amount to only three, so far, but all-in-all the goings-on at the Devigny Estate are pretty dull. Business meetings, soirees, grocery delivery and a steady flux of nighttime and daytime staff.

And, after the third day, Athessa is able to conduct surveillance with only momentary panic, rather than the mind-halting kind. It's still not a good time, but it's progress.

A week to the day after their first stakeout, they're once again tucked away, able to see and not be seen. Everything is, for the time being, as dull as every other night.

"You'd think he'd change it up after thirteen years," Athessa scoffs, reacting to what Colin has just told her about his solo reconnaissance at the Crimson Cat. "I guess it's easier to go with someone he's got history with. Madame Lette...I bet she knows what he's up to and just doesn't care."

[keenly]

"When they find something that works, they stick with it, and anyone who knows about it sticks with it as well because the status quo is easy and believing nothing can be done means they're not horrible for not doing it." Colin clasps his hands, elbows on his knees tiredly. It's been a hard week.

[sulahnan]

Her groan is part frustration with the scenario described, and part exhaustion. Between her two-month stint of insomnia, bard training, and this, she's pretty well knackered. Her forehead thuds against her forearms, propped on her own knees in a position similar to Colin's.

"Do you think Riftwatch will care?" No, that came out wrong. "I mean, do you think they can do anything about this? It's not war stuff, or spy stuff, it's just...Kirkwall stuff."

[keenly]

He hesitates, because he isn't sure. After a moment, he answers as truthfully as he can.

"The organization as a whole, probably not. Byerly would, though. And if he's already got information about Devigny on his desk, Riftwatch's interests may align. Otherwise they'd leave it up to the city guard."

[sulahnan]

"I wonder how much sway his pet guards have," she muses, lifting her head to glance toward the estate. One of the servants is going through the house, snuffing out the lights. "If they're low enough, any good guards might actually be able to do something."

[keenly]

"The Guard-Captain got the position taking down her corrupt predecessor, didn't she?"