RP:Tinker-Mage Wewiframe
Part of the Vakmatharas' Jar Arc
Summary: Raven did what she was asked.
Pathway of Knowledge
The buildings this stone path leads to are the very reason for the path’s namesake. It gives a very clear view of both Schezerade’s university and their massive library. Marble statues of new and old educators line both sides of the walkway, each with its own golden plaque that provides words of wisdom for students attending the university. The two most prominent statues are one of a wizened general, and the other of a powerful mage with a titanium wing.
Raven is lead to some strange building she’s seemed to overlook over the past month since she’d been awoken. Corvo mentions, “ah, this seems to be the place.” Half lidded teal eyes look over the door and she rings the bell or knocks to attempt to catch the attention of someone inside. Corvo leans against the doorframe while reading the local paper as he mentions, “ah, they’ve already published your speech when you told them the tragedy that happened to Brennia.” No emotion is portrayed on her face while her arms cross under her bust in waiting, but that velvety Veretian accented voice monotones out, “hm… Maybe he’s out.” She pushed the large circular gold rimmed spectacles up the bridge of her nose, “I’ll write him and try again tomorrow, if he doesn’t answer once more, I’ll leave the letter. Not sure what else I could do,” a subtlest of shrugs as she takes the paper from Corvo to which earned a glare and a, “I was reading that!” Teal eyes lock to his over the rim of her glasses, somewhat, “oh… You’ll get over it.” Corvo rolls his eyes and it seems they sort of meander away, men in black suits follow in formation.
Speak of the devil. Wisax was, in fact, just coming down the pathway as Raven and Corvo began to meander away from the door and - coincidentally - towards the man they were looking for. The tinkerer appeared the same as ever. A tall figure strapped with tools and gizmos with a wrap-around cloak slung over his chest and shoulders and a large hood drawn low over his face. Not an inch of skin was exposed to the sun. He was carrying a heavy looking silver staff tipped with a clumsy glass orb against his shoulder and nestled into the crook of his left arm and appeared to have his attention entirely absorbed by a stack of half-rolled parchment he was clutching in both hands. If he'd noticed the company approaching him - much less recognized them - he wasn't showing it.
Raven, of course, doesn’t recognize him, but Corvo watches the man as he passes them and hangs back a second to see him near the door - to which he questioned, “Mister Wewiframe?” Raven stays with the small team of secret security as disinterested eyes watch Corvo, but follows once more when the campaign manager motions her to. The gentleman starts, “there is a matter of importance Candidate Cadenza wishes to discuss with you.” He would hold his hand out for a firm shake. If Wisax even looked at what used to be the woman known as Brennia he would find she looks exactly like her -except; expressionless, slimmer, teal eyed and without any tattoos. Heavy lidded gaze travels from the top of the tall mage to his feet and lands on the staff he carries. She folds the newspaper she was reading up and tucks it under her arm, but does not hold out her hand for a shake and settles for one slight bow of her head to him. Will he help them? Who knows, but she waits to say much of anything until they are either received or turned away.
Wisax was not the most curteous of avians. Scandalously rude, many might even say. But to spare someone talking to him as little as a glance was unusually cold, even for him. "Surprising." he stated, matter of factly, as he began to unlock to heavily reinforced door with a large iron key he'd fished from inside his cloak. It wasn't until the door was opened that he turned and took Corvo's hand and shook it cordially. "I would've thought Raven would know better than to seek me out." His head turned under the hood. The lenses of his goggles flashing in the light as he turned his attention on Raven. "Whatever the parasite now inhabiting Brennia Smyth's body wants, she's better of seeking it elsewhere. I don't take kindly to bodysnatchers." he looked back to Corvo and let go of his hand. "Should this concern people I'm more likely to be concerned for, I suggest using another messanger." with that he bowed with perfect manners at the whole lot of them and turned to disappear through the door.
Raven’s colorless expression remained and Corvo looked confused with a rebuttal of, “excuse me? You don’t even kn-“ he’s cut off by Raven’s hand with it’s palm out toward his face, but you see Corvo seems to always muddle these things up. Raven spoke up clearly through a subtle accent it sounds even and without any inflictions, “I apologize, but I know not who you are. I barely remember Brennia, but you’ve got the wrong assumption, I assure you.” Wisax is starting to slip past his own door archway to which she sidesteps Corvo and steps a little closer, “I’ve been asked to save Schezerade in Brennia’s footsteps for that's what she was trying to do, but right now all of Lithrydel could use your help,” she steps up to his door frame fully prepared to get a door slammed in her face, “do you really want to perpetuate this ‘too arrogant’ assumption people have of avians by refusing to work together and help cure these curses?” She has to sort of tilt her head back to look up at the abnormally tall avian and even though she doesn’t look impressed with him she wonders if he’s, like, half giant or something!? Corvo goes to grab Raven back by her elbow, “come on, he must not be someone who looks to brighten Schezerade’s future as Miss Smyth did and would have rather found Brennia dead, broken and bloodied under some shelf.” Raven yanks her arm back and the sash which is draped over those onyx wings shift slightly because the wings moved when they are never supposed to - it was a symbolism of her dominance over her emotions to never be portrayed through her wings, but obviously Corvo said something to set them off. For once Raven’s jaw clenched and she spoke to Corvo through her teeth, “I thought I told you to quit saying that.” A glare sent over her shoulder at the campaign manager and he pales.
Wisax wasn't moved by Corvo's objections. At least not in any way immediately visible, as his eyes was hidden by the goggles and the hood. As Raven let slip what the matter was about, however, the tinkerer stopped and turned. One hand on the door handle. "And do you actually have a plan, then?" he questioned, somewhat skeptically. He neither commented or acknowledge the attempts to shame him into compliance.
Raven’s etched expression returns once more after she adjusts that silk scarf over her wings, “I was just on my way to purchase some enchanted instruments and recruit more bards when I came across an uyeer by the name of Kreekitaka. His people are also suffering and he has a way to help carry the sound all throughout Lithrydel, but he needs help with some of the finer points. I recalled seeing an advert in the local paper about some tinkerer.” Her last effort to recruit the stranger, “I’m not sure if you ever met Brennia, but she had some big plans for the college and Schezerade. I won’t ever be as great as her, but I’m doing all of this in memory of her.” Obviously she doesn’t have any memory of Brennia or else she’d know that these two have met.
"Convenient." Wisax dismissed Ravens explanation of her memory loss, clearly quite skeptical. He remained standing in the doorway rather than invitng them inside the workshop. Rather like a man impatient to be rid of his current company or one expecting betrayal. "That aside. I will speak to this Uyeer." He stated simply and with finality before turning his head on Corvo. "I suggest you bother to look into Brennia's old benefactors and allies before you go accusing people of opposing her intentions for Schezerade. You might just end up accusing a well known supporter and proving you know little of the cause you claim to champion. It would be terribly unfortunate to look like an idiot." He didn't explicitly mention he'd publicly spoken in denounciation of Brennia's opposition. Let them find that out themselves should they bother to research their own campeign. "Good day." He added, to the group at large and turned again, pulling the door shut behind him.