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[Hey, City network! What are you up to today? Having fun exploring the liminal spaces, reliving past memories, getting locked into vaults — or maybe just fucking around? Because apparently someone's in the mood for the latter.]

what's a girl got to do to get a little attention around here? ;)

[A short time after that initial post, a follow-up appears.]

because i certainly wouldn't mind being asked out for a meal and an evening in good company, myself. by someone worthy of the honor, of course; naturally, i'm a lady of discerning tastes.

[And then, a little bit later still: ]

takers must feel the unquenchable thirst of the pursuit of knowledge and be willing to participate in intellectual debate for bells on end. oh, and graciously accept defeat when i inevitably hand it to them. or don't — i'll best you at it whether you accept it or not. i'm ever so brilliant that way. how's that for sharing?

[OOC: If the content of this post sounds suspiciously unlike Y'shtola, that's because it isn't — Thancred (

onlythans) and his sticky fingers have "borrowed" her network device for a short time. Responses will come from both Thancred and Y'shtola ~~or possibly just Y'shtola after she murders Thancred in cold blood for this~~!]

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( she has no idea yet, just wait though. icon relevant. )

Edited 2023-07-21 01:35 (UTC)

( for a previously inaccessible portion of the city to suddenly avail itself to the citizens is certainly the kind of thing people like them would be drawn to, especially when it is done so without much warning or reason.

to investigate is, of course, the natural course for these things. falling into step in their usual rhythm feels more comfortable than walking in circles both metaphorical and literal. she takes to pages as he does to shadow, rifling through what they can to learn more about their surroundings and any possible threats in the perspective of their own specialties. it leads them to a desk, then keys, then a vault. straightforward enough. it even has their names etched upon the brass, which she'll choose to take as an invitation onwards than anything else.

at this point, the vault has long since shut behind them, and she's busying herself with finding a hidden rune or switch or lever amongst all the other lockboxes. for thancred of all people to be unable to find his way out from their current predicament tells her two things: the lock is arcane in nature, or.. )

I haven't the patience for a ruse if this is one of yours.

( unless the device he's been toying with is meant to be helping them out of here, anyway. )

[His back feels empty without a gunblade on it.

The thing about this city that he's found most unsettling to date isn't the bizarre questions posed or their eerily compelled answers. It's not the utter lack of a population commensurate with its size or the occasional remnants that suggest there were once inhabitants of these spaces that only just barely left traces of their presence before vanishing. It isn't even, surprisingly enough, the rumors of the deceased coming back to life — considering present company, they're already something of subject matter experts in that, aren't they?

No, what unsettles him is how...benign it makes itself out to be. No scarcity of food. No wild animals to pose a threat. No particular threats, either of coercion or ransom. Quite the contrary; at times it almost seems to be catering to its residents, for a given value of service.

So naturally, he doesn't trust it.

And evidently he was right to be wary, given the way they wind up locked into the vault despite his every effort to maintain an awareness of their surroundings (no door of that size should've been able to shut that fast, and yet —), and there are many benefits that his expertise in infiltration and espionage afford him, including knowing grimly when he's truly and soundly caught.]

There is little and less I relish more than spending time alone in your company, Y'shtola, but believe me — I've far better ways of pursuing the privilege than this.

[Text, text, text. His hands are his own and he controls them. No malefic phantom has taken them from him; the fact that he's still able to type out nonsense is proof enough of that.]

ignore this comment. or don't. i am not your mother.

(CLOSED) ACTION ✦ tankbuster incoming.... soon!

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