Log:Congratulations On Your Shiny Hat
|Congratulations On Your Shiny Hat
... this is your problem now!
4 December, 2017
Dielle is called to get a girl in a glass box.
Vorpal came by earlier, and now Teagan is sitting in the same spot again, moodily staring -- on the second floor of the Hollow, someone else will have to let Dielle in -- at a glass coffin. Inside the coffin is a Fairest who's more Striking than Beauty, a girl whose breath slowly and repeatedly fogs up the glass. Teagan appears to be staring at the breath-fog patterns in the low light. Grumpy Squire. Squires aren't supposed to guard shit!
There's a flitter of wings before someone... something else comes into the treehouse as well, in particular a black and silver bat that does a sweep around the room before flapping outside. Presumably towards Vorpal... who would find, indeed, it's towards Vorpal. In short order, the Shadowsoul acquires a bat-hat, nestling in among the shadows and appearing as a pair of peering, dark eyes above his, whenever someone does open the door.
Alonso's expression remains stoic, if vaguely disappointed at his present circumstances. He sidles over to the escape hatch and bumps his fist against the wall, swinging the door outwards to allow Vorpal back inside. Once the other fellow is back in, Alonso bumps the wall again, and the door swings shut once more. "If you would be so kind, Captain, as to accept custody of this woman, we would be grateful to you. We also recovered the corpse of a bear beast that died defending her. Killed, according to the proverbial tea leaves, for what he knew. It would seem another was dragged off by those who attacked them. A total of four assailants, at least, it was surmised. The dead man visited a bar in Fort Brunsett. I thought we might pay it a visit ourselves. Perhaps there were cameras, or the like. He may have met someone there."
"He knew her," Teagan offers thoughtfully, looking up from where they're sitting at the foot of the bed up here, on the second floor. The first floor was all books in Hebrew and Yiddish, bare earth floor. This is a wooden floor, where earth and air meet. And grumpy Squires grump. "The patterns of her breath on the glass," they mutter, their fractured-mirror eyes glittering sharply. "The glass coffin isn't keeping her alive. It's probably keeping her asleep, I don't know why. But it's not like, an ICU or anything. He was definitely protecting her, and he definitely knew her, like, personally. Like. I dunno. Maybe a motleymate or something. Maybe he hated her, I don't know. But he knew her personally, he's not like, some impersonal guard protecting an idea." A vague, weary smile. "I am so tapped out." Thirty-six hours and change in the Hedge, and they do look, you know. Pretty tapped out. How empty can a mirror look? "Hey, Johnny. Zee. We gotta get this girl outta Alonso's living room."
"Aspire's certainly an option. I favor the third floor for reduced ease of outside access, but that's just me." Teagan's exhausted nod gets a grin from the godling, but he's letting Dielle keep control. As best he can, anyway, he's not always the best at staying out of his own way.
"Do we know how long she'd been in the cave?" that's the shrill voice of the bat, from atop of Vorpal's head - certainly the Beast's regular form would be more effective for fighting, but this one -is- more effective for watching and doing guard duty. Especially since it's small, and not something most would regularly notice... except that it's getting along towards winter, at present. "The way the bear was positioned, it -looked- like he fought... whoever was in the cave. Maybe they put her in there, and then ran away? And there's the hob that kind of... wandered off of the trail, too. And the missing person."
The bat stops for a moment, reaching up a wing-wrist to scratch behind an ear with a tilt of its head. Then it turns to look around more properly, and offers up, "I'm kind of... um... limited in the Winter, ironically, but I can probably see what I have to chase down a few leads, from there."
"I can open a door to Aspire long enough for us to get the casket through. No messing about with real world transportation. That said, we ought to get a tokenmaster-- or one of the Autumns --to examine the casket. Sort out who it works, what it does, how to control it. I'd like to get the woman roused up so we can ask her about her circumstances. Assuming she knows anything about them." Alonso takes another few puffs from his pipe, then settles back against the wall. Trying, however pointlessly, to relax in the presence of so many guests. "Ziv raises some excellent questions, too. We know we don't know more than we know that we know, which is an excellent start and an awful place to be. Filling in the blanks seems important, yes?"
"The Hollow... I thought it was a Winter one, but it was really um... desperate," agrees bat-Ziv, from atop of Vorpal's head, with what the others have to say. She even nods - or presumably that bobbing motion of her small head is a nod. Then, when Dielle asks for an explanation, the shrill little squeaky voice continues, "We all happened on the... Meeting Tree, and found a trail of blood, and the messages torn down. Alonso lead the way up the mountain, to the cave, where we found the bear-guy and the lady in the glass coffin. Bear-guy was already dead, but there was another trail where someone was dragged off - by a Lost, I think, that had a hob with them until the hob went a separate way. Couldn't keep tracking, they did like Teagan does and covered their trail."
Vorpal moves to drape down the wall and sit at its base, letting Ziv explain what she knows while he does his best to absorb it all.
"Uuuuh, I might be a really weird Winter, but I just... kind of want to help people," offers up the squeaky Ziv-bat from within Vorpal's shadows and hair, somewhat blending in considering there's a lot of black going on. It tilts its head to the side, looking over at Dielle with ears ever twitching. "...And there's someone out there -still- in trouble; I imagine they... probably know what's going on... but I'm not sure how we can really find them. Probably going to have to start just talking to people."
"We found her on your turf. So I'm bringing the problem to you," Teagan says straightforward to Dielle with a shrug of their shoulders. "At least, kinda. The looptrod, isn't it, ya know? Anyway, whatever the solution is, whatever." And then they turn their face toward Vorpal, nodding somewhat uncertainly. "Yeah, I won't eat any Durian before this time tomorrow, that's fine." Their face is blank as usual, sort of tired. "Yeah, pretty much what Z said. And I dunno who belongs where, I'm just Squire Teagan, gettin' sick of finding bodies I didn't make."