open | jeaaaaalousy

[cozen]

WHO: Anyone.
WHAT: Ferreting out imposters.
WHEN: Drakonis 9:50
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: This is a catch-all for anyone who needs a place to put logs related to the envy demon plot. Use CWs in your subject lines.

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Some number of Riftwatch's members are, presently, envy demons in disguise. Better find them.


RECAP
Previously, all these things happened on one day actually:

• Julius was poisoned and Flint, Yseult, and Marcus killed the culprit.
  
• Marcus ordered the Gallows on lock-down. No one's allowed to leave, but Riftwatch members outside the Gallows at the time are required to return.
  
• Yseult announced the possible presence of shape-changing imposters.
  
• Byerly encouraged identifying people who might be affected.
  
• Templars had a huddle.

Comments

[hassaran]

[ Yseult looks Lazar in the eye and drinks. ]

Sit, [ she says, with a gesture to the chairs in front of her desk, one of which might be picked up and set nearer their pair of wingbacks at the hearth. ]

Did you notice anything unusual from any of them in the Crossroads? Did they ever go off all together, or did any of them travel alone?

[extortionate]

[ put it in the middle of the wingbacks? like right between them, in front of the little table with its nice decanter, so that you have to reach across him to get it?

sure, boss. lazar grunts, vaguely-canine, as he settles: ]

Edgard took off ahead'a me. He was having trouble with the truth-telling bits, but I figure it was still him, then. Smelled the same, anyway, and said some sad shite on Orlais.

[ what is edgard's whole deal? probably yseult knows. he shrugs. ]

Saw him and Artemaeus climbing a rock later - didn't stick around.

[ that kid is depressing ]

But last I saw Gela, she was booking it through this, [ his hands swing wide ] Fuckoff arch with griffon heads. Couldn't catch up to her, place was fulla shades. Honest? Was a bit pissed. But figured, what's she gonna do? Sew them a kerchief?

[ could've helped get the gunk out of his shirt at least. that's three. lazar's voice softens, considering.

quiet now: ]

On the way out, ended up in a cellar, and Vanya was looking in this mirror. Normal kind. Don't think he saw me there at first. Just kept smiling, and smiling. Letting it go, [ a rough gesture to his face ] And smiling again. Wide. Could see all his teeth.

But y'know, Nevarrans.

[ he looks unsubtly at stephen's drink ]

[portalling]

[ That chair makes an overly-loud tortured scrape across the floor as Lazar hauls it closer and then settles right between them, but Strange listens with laser-like attention, all his focus on absorbing the man’s report.

Then, noticing Lazar staring meaningfully at his drink, there’s a kind of absentminded what, this? wave of the hand— before he drains it, wipes off the edge with his sleeve, and then simply hands his own empty glass over, as sacrifice and thanks for the information. They’ve bigger issues to deal with. He points to the decanter, then: ]

That, [ he says, neutrally, ] is some of the creepiest shit I’ve ever heard. And you didn’t think that seemed odd at all?

[extortionate]

Mate,

[ he doesn't move to pour. it's yseult's shit. he knows that much better - gesturing with the glass - ]

Ten bits says that's not oddest this season.