WAR TABLE: Bad Blood

[doneisdone]

WHO: Teren, Abby & Cassian
WHAT: war table Scouting assignment
WHEN: ~Kingsway
WHERE: Minrathous
NOTES: cw for murrrrrderrrr

Minrathous gossip rags have been plastering the streets with stories of a rift (not that kind) recently formed between two prominent Venatori magisters, along with all sorts of salacious speculation as to its origin. Take advantage of the alleged bad blood to assassinate one or both of them and frame the other(s).

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[armd]

Abby doesn't relax. She's ready and that's a hard thing to switch off — she keeps her mace in hand and held aloft until they stride into the gate; then she has to put it away at last. She's pretty sure the definition of being casual and undercover does not include walking around with your weapon out even if you really want to.

Minrathous again. She can see a little smudge of something rust brown on the floor of the safehouse and scuffs it with the toe of her boot as they come through. Could very well be a smudge of old blood from the last time she was here.

Shit, she wasn't thinking about the letter. Hard to get into a romantic frame of mind while you're wondering if you're about to get jumped by a Crossroads demon. She sighs and sets her jaw, slings her pack down to dig a hand into it. This produces a paperback from a side pocket and she opens it from the other end, finds a few blank pages. Very carefully she extracts one, coaxing it from the seam with her thumb.

"Anybody got something I can write with?"

[doneisdone]

Teren, taking a little too long to respond, gives a short but genuinely delighted sounding laugh-- whether it's at the conversation or something else she doesn't clarify, but then she's back again.

"There'll be something here," she muses, peering around the safehouse. "For Sarn, the two of us will act as servants and get her in the usual way. Try to find a dagger."

maybe 🎀

[interroga]

“’The usual way’,” Cassian repeats, and there’s a flicker of bleak almost-amusement at that phrasing. What have their lives become. What have their lives been, all these years, that murder is such a regular occurrence and not worth flinching at.

But the safehouse is a brief respite, a chance to breathe and catch their breath and gather their wits and supplies before they head into the field. Cassian goes rummaging through the wardrobe while Abby searches for quill-and-ink, and they’ll take some time to prepare before the job itself later.