RP:Clean-Up Considerations
Part of the The Cenrilian Connection Arc
Great Hall of Vailkrin
Kasyr stands off in a corner of the room, his arms folded across his chest as he observes the bodies milling about the great hall. Amongst them are servants, slowly working to clean up the debris left by the Gala and the disaster which had taken precedence- and yet others still are present, most sent here to identify the dead and reclaim what's of value, though a select few have a more specific role. These few and far between are devoted to marking the bodies of the Nathali cultists, their carcasses having somehow avoided their normally fiery fate- a curious detail the revenant desires an answer to. Really, the revenant would like any form of answer- but for the moment, he's left wholly bereft.
Satoshi arrives, mostly with the intent of alleviating some of Kasyr's feelings of being 'wholly bereft', and partially to stick her nose into the business she'd missed out on. She had fully meant to attend the gala, she'd even conjured up a lovely mask for the event, but unfortunately for the magus, she'd gotten caught up in conquering a puzzle that had arisen in one of her arcane formulas. The issue had occupied Satoshi until only moments ago, and the realization she'd missed the party served to deflate her brief feeling of triumph. And so it's with a wary sort of stride that Satoshi picks her way through the scene, sidles up alongside Kasyr, and gives his shoulder a poke in silent greeting.
Kasyr lets out a slow exhale when he takes note of Satoshi's presence, turning to face her when she offers that singular poke. He's lacking his normal smiles, though he still manages to offer her a subdued wriggle of fingers. Really, the revenant's just generally looking run down, giving off a sort of tired air that's only further exaggerated by the blood stained and mussed up formal clothes and coat he's wearing. And yet, he makes no motions to leave and to correct the matter, his attention only drifting back to the room- his ears twitching as he listens for the murmurs amidst those gathered, "You missed quite the party."
Satoshi murmurs, "So it'd seem. Not sure if that's a blessing or not, really." Another glance takes in the room before the kit looks back at Kasyr, eyebrow arched in an elegant curve. "And yet, it can't have been too chaotic. You didn't call me." Satoshi's not entirely sure the clean up and investigations would be all that effective, if the room were coated in sheets of ice. Perhaps it is a blessing the Magister Glacies had missed the entertainment. "So, who's dead? Who's injured? Who's guilty?"
Kasyr's eyebrows furrow at that point, his lips pursed together, "Svilfon was there. I figured it would be enough." And the rest was snap decisions, and losing his temper. "As for the rest, farr too many dead, ou injured- but if you're talking highly notable deaths, both the head of House Ginavi et Torrador are no longer with us. The Madamoiselle Ginavi managed to get herself killed just a moment before everything went to hell- berated moi for nosing into the affairs of her house et tried to make a public scene, than mouthed off to that monsieu 'X' who saw fit to..uh."...Hrm. "Unperson her. A bit more thoroughly than she did to Celiann." The revenant tsks, "The other one got killed by some Cenrilli with a whip, took her head clean off. Given the timing with the cultists, I'd say it's not likely to be a coincidence, especially with everything else we know." As the revenant speaks, he becomes to tug on the black overcoat he's still wearing, as though straightening out the marred fabric might somehow make him seem less haggard.
Satoshi begins to nitpick, brush off, and adjust Kasyr's bloodied overcoat, as fastidious as only someone with more ego than height can be. It will not do for a city's leader to appear unkempt, after all. You can almost hear the motherly tsk'ing as undertones to her response, "So... it went about how you expected then? Sure, a few details were revealed, but otherwise, not much in the way of surprises. What's to become of Celiann now? Will Ginavi accept her? Or is she a rogue?"
Kasyr s' current coat, unlike his normal choice, is not overly armoured, beyond the natural durability provided by spider silk. Which is to say, the revenant's energetic antics have worn at it a fair bit- and the alithyraan lettering that had been etched in gold was looking not quite as regal. Satoshi has a fair bit of nitpicking she can busy herself with. "Somewhat. I wasn't sure what to expect. The cultist presence, yes, but not quite to that extent, nor that public, especially with the Madamoiselle Ginavi present." And the fellow from Mahara. The revenant pauses, his eyes glancing over towards the unburned corpses of the Nathali, "Might be why they didn't go up in smoke. ..As for Celiann, I'm not sure. She had been...worn out from the undue stares she'd earned, et chose to retire before things went awry. I've no idea how her people will receive her, et have chosen not to engage that house in the wake of it losing its leader. ...Likewise, they've not really interacted." In truth, they had been set on alert by Ginavi, a final action which had served to set them on guard, but also presented any rash actions.
Satoshi is up to the task of repairing Kasyr's coat, challenge accepted. Although it does little to stop her from listening, and nodding along at appropriate points. For the most part, however, Satoshi is content to fuss over damaged finery and let the revenant speak, waiting until he's finished to offer up any comments. "I suppose she has choices to make now, likely hinged on how her House looks at her following all this. Depends on if the rest of them supported their leader, or if she was acting on opinions they don't share. If it's the latter, do you suppose the little bookworm would be content among our kin?" It -would- be nice to have a necromancer in the family, especially one who loves books as much as Svilfon and Satoshi. They could start a proper club!
Kasyr purses his lips slightly, "If some of them had been perhaps compelled to do as the Lady Alesha desired, it es possible- and yet for her to dissapear as thoroughly as she had..." The revenant allows a broad shrug, "In truth, I am uncertain. Not all of the houses are quite as..familial as ours. I'm uncertain if it would be like throwing her to the wolves. In that regard, I'd like to hear her opinions. That said, if she'd desire to be a part of our Coven, to be welcomed inside as a Vassal. Well, " The revenant glances over towards Satoshi, "I'd not have any complaints." The revenant moves to scratch at the underside of his chin, and promptly pauses when he realizes that Satoshi has been tinkering with that sleeve, something that coaxes him to use his other hand, "I'm sure more than enough people will have complaints to lay at my door, enfin." Or worse.
Satoshi very nearly lost the button on that sleeve when Kasyr moved it, dammit. But thankfully the kensai corrected himself, and Satoshi can resume sorting out the repairs, an ear cocked toward Kasyr as he speaks. A frown creases her forehead at his last remark. "Y'know... your people may need to find more active daily work. You don't hear much in the way of complaints from Frost Giants. They're too busy surviving to waste time with diplomacy games and assassinations. Or maybe you should having drinking contests most nights with folks? The giants seem to love that, and none of them have plotted to kill me yet!" Well... "Accept Hrathgar. He tried really hard to kill -everyone-." A swish and a flick, and the series of buttons on one sleeve are secured... yet Satoshi holds a handful of broken threads. What exactly is she using to stitch things together, without a needle no less?
Kasyr gives Satoshi a sidelong glance, "All the exiles are rather busy surviving, et they still find plenty of time to try et kill tu. Constantly. ...I also don't think exiling my enemies would be liable to ease tensions." Especially not with Alesha getting herself killed, and what happened with House Kikei. "Maybe this latest faux-pas from Cenril's church will give them someone else to focus on for a bit, enfin. It's not like I have the inclination or reason to prevent this from boiling over, anymore."
Satoshi shakes her head, clicking her tongue in a scolding fashion. "Sometimes I think immortality is more of a curse than a blessing. So many vampires feel compelled to sit on their tails, dictating to lesser folk and plotting against equals. Not unlike wolves, except wolves actually use their teeth instead of rumors and betrayals. Wolves don't fancy themselves as Lords and Ladies. You don't envy you your position. Frostmaw may be harsher a climate, but at least the people are honest and simple." Satoshi gives a final brushing off of Kasyr's sleeve, eyeing her work as she lets her grip of frayed golden threads fall to the floor. And yet, despite the threads being removed, the coat looks intact down to the fine lettering, although embroidery has an unusual shimmer to the rich gold now, hints of rose, seaglass green, and orange blended in. Satoshi seems happy with it at least, nodding before she continues, "And the exiles spend little time trying to kill me~. Hrathgar was the only one capable of organizing them enough to try, otherwise they can manage shoddy raids on the city outskirts, at best."
Kasyr offers the Magus a sideways smirk, "It's the thought that counts, et quoi-ce-soit. Though, I suppose, in practice..." The revenant shrugs, allowing himself a long exhale, "I can't help but be grateful that I've not slighted those of House Asharam. ..At least, I think I haven't." The revenant redirects his gaze downwards, observing Satoshi's handiwork for a few long moments, before his attention directs back up. "I think I'm going to have all the Nathalis' bodies dumped in the forest. I've little inclination to see any of them walk again, and would much rather see them as fertilizer et spider kibble. From there, I need to see this matter addressed, before it further exarcerbates. Et then work out what's to be done about Cenril, with the Damoiselle Alice. The Cenril one. If I forgot to mention it, she witnessed this whole thing."
Satoshi is partway through chipping off a particularly stubborn dried streak of blood when she pauses to give Kasyr a skeptical look. "The forest? Burn the bodies and feed their ashes to a variety of beasts. That forest is home to too many rogue necromancers and vampires, not to mention your pet dryad. No sense handing any of them a heap of playthings, like Hrathgar did to my dead. Or worse, it might attract that... what-you-call-it beast that's been chewing around below the ground."
Kasyr had inwardly been relishing the thought of feeding a few of them to the spiders, but at the same time, there was the whole 'lack of them being alive', which removed any sort of vindictive pleasure the action might have otherwise offered. It's thus with a sigh that the Kensai acknowledges Satoshi's wisdom. "Oui, I suppose even without their runes et quoi-ce-soit doing the legwork, we can still make a pyre out of them. Maybe sell it to the necromancer guild as spell components. Powdered Cultist." ...Whilst he's mostly joking, there's always the off-chance, doubly so when two of them were clerics. "..What is your thoughts on the church, anyways? Since tu are still on vacation."
Satoshi folds her arms behind her back, trying to look thoughtful in regards to the question. And yet, the answer that's given is quick, simple, and born of reflex, "Same treatment as the corpses~." Satoshi never has and never will harbor any form of affection for Cenril's church, a pit of corruption, violence, treachery, and greed that could rival most busy nights at Kelay Tavern. "Otherwise, speak to Alice like you intended. Hopefully, her sentiments are similar to mine."
Kasyr doesn't really miss a beat, "Last I checked her sentiments were about the same. A bit more outraged, but, yeah." The revenant shrugs a moment, his eyes flickering across the ongoing process of sorting, before simply shaking his head, "I Suppose I ought to look for the Monsieur from Asharam now, et Svilfon. I can't really afford to allow this to sit for much longer, now can I?"
Satoshi nods in agreement. "You've got work ahead of you. And I imagine a certain someone else does too, sorting through the rumors, whispers, and plots that'll follow this mess." She really should start charging Kasyr for all the guild work.
Kasyr looks a little bit less haggard than he had earlier, and leans in to reward his saviour with a quick kiss, before he peels away from the wall, "...Yeah. I rather miss having you available all the time as my minister, et quoi-ce-soit. It made this whole sort of thing a touch more convenient. Ah, Well, C'est la vie."
Satoshi nudges Kasyr's side with a sharp elbow jab, purely out of affection but forgetting there isn't armor under the coat to buffer the gesture. "Perhaps that little necromancer can be polished into a minister, given time. For now though, I'll be around aplenty. Can't get rid of me that easily~."