un: ut malum pluvia | audio

[somebadnews]

[ When you hear Five, it's not immediately clear if he's expecting actual input or if he just needed to vent, but he's done suffering in silence. Their demise is being plotted right in front of them, so obviously the time for making peace is over. ]

I'm starting to think no one has ever actually reached Taravast. Between the shapeshifting tar, the harpies, and the tyrannical ghosts, it's a goddamn circus. I didn't think it could turn into a bigger mess than what we left, but here we are. Being held hostage and everyone would still rather ignore it, or empathize with the dead. [ You want to join them? Be his guest. It's that kind of mood. ]

It's time to get your priorities in order. Aren't some of you supposed to be necromancers? What's the hold up, exactly?

[ That bear better not have eaten them, because that would be just his luck. Whatever they've been plotting, they haven't told him about it. They tried going into temple, and as far as he knows, they managed to put all of one soul to rest. It's maddening. ]

So here's what's happening. If you don't do something about them, I will. Either exorcise them now, or whatever it is you do, or I jump to the backup plan. We can't keep waiting around.

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[somebadnews]

[ If Five notices anything, all she gets is a nod for it. Then he thinks of something else and looks back to her. ]

Or you could give it to Vanya. Fill her in while you're at it.

[ He's still hoping they won't need to take that extra risk, but it's good sense to be prepared.

Satisfied that he gave her enough to do, he blinks back into the tent to retrieve his notebook and get to work calculating the probability of any of this working. ]

[rumorate]

[Allison sighs as she watches him go, feeling like she should be worried, but not sure what she should be worried about.

But she will take the lunch to share with Vanya, and probably begin conspiring against you, Five.

Sorry not sorry.]