Log:Talking To The Watcher-Elect
| Talking To The Watcher-Elect | |
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"That's confirmed." | |
| Participants | 2017.09.28 Rorschach and Dielle find Ashe at Meetinghouse Graveyard for a chat. |
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Meetinghouse Graveyard | |
| The Autumn Monarch might be a little hard to find tonight, but if a text is sent to her phone she can be located in the meeting house graveyard. There's a bunch of bats that are flying around the trees, eating bugs and doing their batty thing. The Monarch herself is placing little flower bouquets of autumn flowers on the graves and speaking quietly as she goes along. She is sans the husband for the moment. He might be inside as far as anyone knows! Dielle pulls up in the truck, with Rorschach next to her in the passenger's seat. She parks at the graveyard parking lot, then slips out to start walking towards Ashe. She keeps her eyes open, as if playing bodyguard to the Inkblot. She's clearly having fun playing that role. Rorschach strolled in silent, his feet not hitting ground, and his shadow heading out in front of him exploring in many directions looking like a dark red blood stain, all of him looking like the echo of a crime scene in stolen splendour. There was a rather theatrical, sweeping bow, arms stretching out that ended in a bit lif a front walkover on one hand. Feet hitting the ground a second time he approached. Moon courtiers were weird but not without the passion of panache. Ashe gives a look up when she catches sight of Dielle and she gives a way, "Good evening Dielle." she tells her. She signs as she talks as well, "Good evening, Rorschach. You needed to see me?" she asks as she puts the last bundle on the grave she was at and heads towards them. Dielle grins and says, "Hey, Ashe. Do you understand sign language, your Crownliness? If not, I can translate and if you do, I'll just be a good chauffeur and try to shut up. I probably won't succeed, but hey, a girl's gotta try, right?" Rorschach gestured to Dielle with hands flapping as they do, <<Never salute an officer in the field as they say>> in making any references to titles or otherwise. Paranoid bug was in ripe form. He might have looped the graveyard three times now. <<So many things breaking through the dreamlands. Your watcher watches. We wait. We sleep, perchance to report>> "I understand, but that doesn't mean you have to stay quiet, Dielle." Ashe states with a chuckle. Then there's a look to Rorschach as he circles and there's a quirk of an eyebrow at him when he stops. "Yes, I've been hearing that we've got multiple dream encounters going on. Do you have any idea what it might be or if they are separate things?" she asks. Dielle grins and waits for Rorshach to answer this one, even though she knows it. However, Ashe gets the two-fingered-salute-off-the-hat, all very respectful and respectable, if amusing to Dielle for some unknown reason. Rorschach was nothing if not weird, and cryptic, and... well having a lot more on his plate than he generally let on. At least the latter was a good thing. His head, and one antenna tilted to teh side <<Separate. Possibly up to three things? For one we hunted dreams and images of hobs hunting their mistress for...their mistress. I have to see how this is followed up on. It looks as if in the first case hobs were raised as an army to fight the Fae... by someone who disappeared or switched sides or... somehting where they are not in control and the hobs have gone Lord of the Flies>> "Mother, yes." Ashe states with a nod. "I actually think I have an idea of what's going on with that. If I can be so bold as to assume." she states as she settles herself down on one of the gravemarkers. "You have a Title. I believe they are searching for it on behalf of whoever this is and well...they don't need to get their hands on it." she grimaces. "I'm not sure if I'm correct, but if someone is wanting to find a number of titles it's probably a good assumption." she adds. "I heard one of the dreams seems to be coming from another Gentry. Which I'd like to look into as well." she nods to this. Dielle says, quietly, "Don't look at me, they knew already," to Rorschach. "I'm not real sure what's going on. I've had at least one dream where I was in a trap and somethin' was watching me, and another that held a lot of dream poison, but in neither case did my traps catch anything and they didn't feel related. I don't think that's the same thing." Rorschach looked, locking his black, swollen eyes on the Autumnal Queen, seckled with glinting stars from a hundred nights past and always one more yet to come. A thin, bony hand splayed to his chest and the rad roach in the snappy red coat nodded reverently to her in affirmation. <> He tapped his temple and trached a finger as if through a maze, his mandibles clacking inside his cheek a small bit. <<Name I have of the one thrown from teh market. Reports with your venerable library filed. I take the scouts. We hunt -it- him. THe one that should not have sought names they should have never possessed. To find out why.>> "Yeah, as a Legate of the Black Apple I was really worried about them having it due to the effects on their persons." Ashe admits as she looks to Dielle. Then back to Ror. "I just knew of the title. I wasn't aware that a name was given." she states. "Maybe we need to set a trap for him. When we are on better ground of course and have more hands. Possibly call the Ashen Hunt on them." the Autumn flashes her teeth. "So we have three different dream incidents going on. One directly linked to 'Mother' and then another Gentry attacking our Fae-Touched and others. The third one, from what Etsy posted seems to be linked to something unknown. So probably not a Gentry or anything...which is a small blessing at this moment." she admits. Dielle keeps quiet, this time around, just looking at Rorschach and listening to Ashe and paying attention. She may be pretending she has a clue. It's possible she even does have a clue. Rorschach shook his head <<Trap's been laid. I've been hunting it, tracking him for 3 months. The Harvestmen have been on this since something went sideways. Thudlump. Lost. Evicted from Lady Day's market for trying to sell illicit goods without permit for sharing their bounty. He's the one I acquired that which we do not speak from. We are still... safe, though precautions have been taken to make sure our dreams are our own. Those which we have had in the days of Spring have returned. Most... curious. Trees and traps. Outside, but not free.>> Ashe gives a nod to Rorschach's news, "Can you keep me posted on this. Do you need any help at all?" she asks him. "Also, we'll be dealing with the Harvestmen situation shortly, so they'll be back to active. We're going to need them in the coming months." she admits. Dielle says, quietly, "Thanks, Your Crownliness. I admit, that's been kinda buggin' me. No pun intended." She looks at Rorschach and then back at Ashe and nods at both. Rorschach looked to Ashe and signed <<I trained Dielle in teh Harvestmen. RIght now if we need help I'm going to humbly...ish... recommend that we let her take the speaking parts. I'll continue to be your eyes in the dreams and shadows if you'll have me do this. She's practical. I can vouch for this. But really, I'm yours to call on and... hey, congrats and my condolences>>
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